Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's War Journey

Chapter 118 Goodbye Uncle and Aunt

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction she pointed. It was a former large chain supermarket. Most of the words on the sign had peeled off, but the words "XX Ma" could still be recognized. The glass curtain wall of the supermarket was almost completely broken, and the entrance was piled with collapsed shelves and debris.

But what caught Su Xiaoqiang's attention was a huge slogan painted in dark red on the supermarket's exterior wall. The handwriting was messy and looked somewhat crazy.

Noah's Ark is a hoax!!!

They are in the sky, in the sea, everywhere!!!

There's no escaping it!!! There's no way to escape it!!!

Below the writing, there is a drawing that looks like a child's chalk drawing: a large, simple ship being dragged down by countless tentacles extending from the seabed.

The words were written crookedly next to it: "The Ark ——— sank ———".

Lu Mingfei braked the car, braced himself with his feet on the ground, and squinted at the slogans and graffiti.

If these graffiti are messages left by the survivors, then it seems to confirm the worst-case scenario: the highly anticipated Noah's Ark evacuation plan in 2012 may have failed, or was simply a lie.

"They are in the sky and in the sea, everywhere—" Lu Mingfei repeated the sentence in a low voice.

What do they refer to? Dragons? Deadpool? Or something else entirely?

Lu Mingfei wanted to go over and take a look. Just then, he saw a group of people dressed in tattered clothes rushing out of the supermarket, followed by three Deadpools.

Lu Mingfei's eyes sharpened, and he instantly pushed the bicycle to the side, signaling Su Xiaoqiang to hide behind an abandoned car.

He then kept a low profile and, using the vehicles on the street as cover, quickly crept towards the supermarket.

There were about seven or eight figures rushing out of the supermarket, including men, women, and children. They were all dressed in rags, emaciated, and their faces were filled with fear and despair. They were carrying crude weapons, rusty steel bars, broken baseball bats, and even a chipped kitchen knife. They were running unsteadily, clearly exhausted.

The three Deadpools chasing behind them were all different in appearance. One was tall with arms that had mutated into huge bone scythes. Another crawled at an astonishing speed. The third was relatively thin but extremely agile, with black bone spurs extending from its fingertips.

These survivors were clearly no match for Deadpool. A middle-aged man who was lagging behind was caught up by the crawling Deadpool. With a slash of its claws, his lower leg was severed at the knee. The man screamed and fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The others cried out in terror, but dared not turn back to help; they could only flee for their lives.

Lu Mingfei drew his Wraith Gun and aimed directly at one of the Dead Servants. Four .460 caliber bullets tore through the air, accurately hitting the head of the fastest crawling Dead Servant. With a muffled explosion, the monster's entire head and mouth exploded, spraying black blood and viscous tissue. Its body rolled forward a few times due to inertia, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

The sudden gunshot made the other two Deadpools pause in their movements, and also made the fleeing survivors turn around in surprise.

Without pausing, Lu Mingfei continued to pull the trigger, firing at the tall Deadpool whose arm had mutated into a bone scythe. The bullets struck its shoulder blade, but were deflected by the hard bones and scales, leaving only a deep crater.

He then fired at the skinny, bone-spiked Deadpool, which nimbly rolled to the side, the bullet grazing its ribs and tearing off a piece of flesh.

The skinny Deadpool let out a sharp screech, abandoned its pursuit of the survivor, and transformed into a black shadow, lunging in a zigzag pattern toward the direction where Lu Mingfei was hiding.

The other scythe-wielding Deadpool roared, shoving aside his injured shoulder, and charged forward with heavy steps, the massive bone scythe dragging on the ground, sending sparks flying.

Lu Mingfei threw away the empty revolver, unleashed the full power of the Bronze Throne, and charged toward the two Death Servants, his body gleaming with a metallic sheen.

He faced the skinny Deadpool, and just as the bone spikes were about to pierce his face, he narrowly dodged to the side, his right hand gripping Deadpool's wrist like an iron clamp, and suddenly exerted force.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and Deadpool let out a painful shriek, but its attack did not stop. The bone spikes of its other hand pierced towards Lu Mingfei's ribs with lightning speed.

Lu Mingfei neither dodged nor avoided, and the skin under his ribs instantly shone with a deeper bronze luster.

The bone spur struck the skin with a metallic clang, the tip of the bone spur shattered, and only a white mark remained on Lu Mingfei's skin.

Taking advantage of the moment Deadpool was stunned by the recoil, Lu Mingfei clenched his left fist, and a bronze luster gathered on the tip of his fist before unleashing a punch.

This punch had no fancy techniques, only pure, extreme power and speed, striking Deadpool directly in the chest.

"Bang!"

After a dull thud, there was a sound of bones cracking. The skinny Deadpool's chest visibly caved in, and his entire body flew backward as if struck by a battering ram, crashing into a broken brick wall and being buried in the rubble. He twitched twice and then lay still.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, the scythe-wielding Death Servant rushed forward, its massive bone scythe whistling through the air as it swept across the waist!

Lu Mingfei had just withdrawn his fist, the old force gone and the new force yet to arise, seemingly unable to dodge this powerful blow.

But there was no panic in his eyes. Just before the bone scythe hit his body, he leaned back at an almost impossible angle, letting the scythe sweep past his abdomen. At the same time, he pushed off the ground with both feet, using the force to lift his body into the air, completing a somersault and landing steadily on the broad back of the Scythe Deadpool.

Deadpool missed its attack and angrily tried to turn around, but Lu Mingfei's legs had locked its neck like iron hoops, and his hands were gripping the sides of its head.

"roar!!!"

Deadpool struggled frantically, trying to shake Lu Mingfei off, but Lu Mingfei used his waist and abdomen to make his body as stable as if rooted to the ground. The terrifying power granted by the bronze throne was fully unleashed through his arms.

He gave a low shout, his arm muscles bulging, a bluish-gray sheen flowing through them.

"Snap! Snap!"

The chilling sound of neck bones shattering rang out one after another. The scythe-wielding Deadpool's struggles abruptly ceased, and his massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lu Mingfei jumped off Deadpool's back, slightly panting, the bronze sheen slowly fading from his skin.

From the moment the gun was fired to the moment the three Deadpools were taken down, the entire process took no more than two minutes.

At the supermarket entrance, the seven or eight survivors were completely stunned. Their mouths were agape, their eyes filled with unbelievable shock. This young man who had suddenly appeared was able to kill three terrifying monsters with his bare hands in such a violent way. This was beyond their understanding of humanity.

Su Xiaoqiang also peeked out from behind the abandoned car, her expression completely blank. Although she had seen Lu Mingfei fight with thugs before, she had never seen anything this violent.

"You are—Lu Mingfei?" A somewhat incredulous voice rang out.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw a one-eyed middle-aged man looking at him, trembling all over.

Lu Mingfei found the man somewhat familiar and asked uncertainly, "Uncle?"

"Yes! Mingfei! It's me! Your uncle Lu Gucheng!" Upon hearing the word "uncle," the one-eyed middle-aged man was struck as if by an electric current. His whole body trembled violently, and tears instantly welled up in his one eye as he shouted excitedly.

Looking at the ragged, haggard middle-aged man in front of him, who had lost an eye, Lu Mingfei found it hard to connect him with the middle-aged man in his memory who was always slightly hunched over, with a hint of greed, yet trying his best to support his family.

"Uncle—is it really you? What happened to you? Where are Aunt and Lu Mingze?" The huge contrast shocked Lu Mingfei, and a complex emotion welled up in his throat. Although the years he spent at his aunt's house were not exactly warm, this was still his uncle.

"It's a long story. Your aunt is nearing her end, and I came out this time to get her something decent to eat—"

"—" Lu Gucheng said, his voice trembling with tears.

"My aunt... she's dying? Where is she?" Lu Mingfei continued to ask.

Lu Gucheng wiped his face with his dirty sleeve, his single eye filled with pain and despair: "It was inside the supermarket, at the very back of the underground warehouse—she'd been sick for a long time, constantly running a fever, coughing, and covered in boils—we had no medicine, no food to help her recover, and today—today she suddenly said she wanted something sweet, wanted some hot soup—that's why I risked bringing people out to see if we could find any leftover canned goods or candy in the ruins of the supermarket's front hall—and that's how we encountered those monsters—"

As he spoke, he glanced at the corpse of the scythe-wielding Deadpool on the ground, then looked at Lu Mingfei, his eyes filled with lingering fear and a sliver of incredulous hope: "Mingfei, you—how did you become like this—what you just did—"

Lu Mingfei didn't have time to explain in detail: "Take me to see my aunt first."

"Yes, yes, yes! Look at me, I'm so confused!" Lu Gucheng slapped his thin thigh and turned around to shout to the other survivors who were still in shock and confusion.

"Quick! Back to the warehouse! We're saved! My nephew's here! He's capable! Hurry!"

Lu Mingfei gestured for Su Xiaoqiang to follow, and then followed Lu Gucheng, walking quickly towards the supermarket entrance.

They soon saw the entrance to the underground warehouse that Lu Gucheng had mentioned.

Deep inside the warehouse, in a corner, lay several layers of the most tattered blankets. A emaciated woman, barely breathing, lay on them, covered with a coat so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable.

She is Lu Mingfei's aunt.

The woman Lu Mingfei remembered, who was somewhat mean, competitive, and calculating, but overall plump, with a strong voice loud enough to drown out the haggling in the market, had completely changed.

She was now emaciated, her cheeks were deeply sunken, her cheekbones were prominent, her lips were dry, cracked and purple, and her breathing was weak and rapid, each breath sounding like she was struggling. Her arms were exposed, her skin covered with dark red spots and festering sores, emitting a faint smell of decay.

Beside him is Lu Mingze, the chubby boy from before, but he has lost so much weight that he is almost unrecognizable.

"Mom—Mom—Dad's back—" Lu Mingze said softly when he saw Lu Gucheng walk in. Then he saw Lu Mingfei behind Lu Gucheng and was stunned for a moment, seemingly not quite reacting.

My aunt barely opened her eyes a crack, her gaze cloudy and lifeless as she looked towards the doorway. She weakly said, "You're back—"

"Yes, I'm back. Not only am I back, but look who this is—" Lu Gucheng wiped away his tears with a sob in his voice, and then made way for the person behind him.

When her blurry vision caught sight of Lu Mingfei, her pupils seemed to contract slightly, and her lips moved, emitting a faint sound.

"Mingfei————"

"It's me, Auntie," Lu Mingfei said, squatting down beside his aunt.

"It's been years since I last saw you, and you're still the same as before—" Auntie weakly reached out to touch Lu Mingfei's face, but she no longer had the strength. However, Lu Mingfei gently grasped Auntie's withered hand.

"Auntie, don't talk, save your energy." Lu Mingfei's voice was very soft, with a gentleness that he himself did not realize. No matter how many frictions there had been in the past, she was still his aunt, especially at this time.

"Mingfei—are you—doing well?" Aunt's voice was barely audible.

Lu Mingfei's throat tightened. "Are you doing well?" He thought. "Transmigrated to the battlefield of World War I, struggling amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, killing and being killed, searching for a way home in despair—can I talk about these things?"

Looking into his aunt's expectant eyes, he finally just nodded and squeezed her hand tightly: "Yes, I'm fine, Auntie, you'll get better too."

Auntie seemed to want to smile, but only a weak smile tugged at the corners of her mouth: "I'm sorry—Mingfei—I wasn't very nice to you before—but that was because Auntie was proud—I felt inferior to your mother—and I had a lot of resentment in my heart—now—Auntie is dying—from now on—don't blame Auntie anymore—okay—?"

"I don't blame you anymore," Lu Mingfei said softly. The hand that Lu Mingfei was holding seemed to tremble slightly. The last bit of tension in her cloudy eyes seemed to relax. She tried to pull the corners of her mouth up again, and this time it seemed to really form a very faint smile.

"well----"

These words exhausted her last bit of strength. Her eyelids closed heavily, and her breathing became even weaker. But strangely, the pain and struggle on her face lessened considerably, as if she had unloaded some heavy burden and become calm.

"Mom!" Lu Mingze cried as he rushed to the bedside and tightly grabbed his mother's other hand.

Lu Gucheng was also overcome with tears, which streamed down his single eye. He held his wife's hand tightly, choking back sobs and unable to speak.

Lu Mingfei slowly released his grip, stood up, and looked at his aunt, who was barely breathing on the blanket, and at his uncle and cousin, who were weeping bitterly. All the past grievances vanished with that one apology.

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