Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

It's just another illusion.

Lufthansa has a passenger lounge at the airport, a relatively quiet and comfortable place where he can rest his eyes for a while. The series of supernatural events left him mentally exhausted.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his brain began to automatically replay the scene of the sun burning and heaven opening up.

Old Tang's face was contorted with pain.

Large swaths of crimson-patterned gold coffins melted into a river.

The gale swept up fallen leaves all over the road, and dead and withered branches and vines grew all around, spreading out like hundreds or thousands of Titan serpents dancing, covering even the largest spaces.

It's incongruous, everything is illogical, and the ironclad laws of nature have been trampled underfoot.

The intense light, as bright as the rising sun, emanated from the bronze door that appeared out of nowhere.

Even though it was dozens of meters underground, the soil above was pierced by the light, as if something was about to fall from the sky. The light in the sky grew more and more intense, like countless spears being thrown out.

The apocalyptic visions in biblical mythology must be no different.

The sound of horses' hooves fell softly.

The bronze door, bathed in pale light, was slowly pushed open, and the lightning snakes, like claws of the unleashed sunlight, were everywhere, with thunder, heat, and burning.

The god on the eight-legged steed gazed at him, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You've finally arrived."

Old Tang shivered violently.

His shirt was soaked. He jumped up from the massage chair in the lounge, and in his panic, he seemed to hear that very soft, low call again.

It feels both familiar and distant.

who is it?

"elder brother."

"Are you waking up...? I feel it... I need to find..."

No, no, no, don't come looking for me.

Old Tang felt as if someone was strangling his throat. He looked around, feeling utterly powerless to utter a word.

He seems to have made some kind of irreparable mistake.

He seemed to be bound by some kind of fate.

"No, no..."

"I need to lay low for a while, I need to forget about this weird stuff, and I'll do one more big deal and then retire from this business."

"I want to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live in, by a stream, chatting with friends and playing StarCraft. I have friends and ideals."

"Yes, my life is just beginning."

Old Tang muttered to himself, still shaken, as he walked toward the boarding gate, his steps becoming increasingly hurried. He realized that he had most likely encountered the supernatural event his colleagues had described.

If he hadn't donated most of his earnings to orphanages in the past few years and didn't lack enough money to retire, he would have wanted to quit the hunter's world immediately.

Passersby frequently turned to look at him, wondering why there was such a frantic, fleeing dog here, as if some vicious creature was chasing him.

There was still half an hour before boarding, but he had to walk around. He needed to move around when he felt lost, a habit he developed as a hunter.

"elder brother."

That wretched call has returned.

Damn it... no, that's not how you describe it.

How could I use words that carry such negative connotations to describe the subtle, throbbing pain in my heart?

You're probably really looking forward to hearing it again, aren't you?

Old Tang stopped and hesitantly turned his head.

Ablaze with fire, this is no longer Berlin's airport.

He saw it again; he finally saw it clearly.

A burning city, where everything is dying.

In the very center of the ancient city stood a twisted, tall pole. A handsome child was hanging from the top of the pole, his eyes closed, covered in wounds. The flames of the entire city were relentlessly burning him.

The light from the heavens above was dazzling, but it brought not warmth, but a scorching pain as sharp as spears and iron.

Damn it, my heart aches so much, it feels like a sharp blade is cutting me. I've lost someone so important because he made a mistake he should never have made.

Large sections of palaces collapsed.

As the fire snake licked at him, the boy looked at him tenderly and affectionately.

"Brother... when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me too?"

"Brother, the cocoon has broken... I've come to find you..."

"No, no, no..."

"No, no, no, no..."

"That voice wasn't mine...it wasn't responding to you..."

"Don't come...don't come!"

Constantine.

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"Odin, the Norse god-king, is suspected to be a dragon. He has a chance to spawn on the overpass on rainy nights. Overpass number zero is suspected to be overpass number ten. His servants are humanoid dead servants. He may be restricted in some way and cannot interfere with reality. Hmm, he is a special scene Pokémon."

"Does he seem to lack courage? Or is he not very aggressive?"

Clutching his pen, Lu Mingfei pondered as he wrote down his deepening understanding of reality in his diary.

A bad pen is worse than a good memory. He knows perfectly well what an unreliable person he is.

How can someone who has been unreliable for over ten years suddenly become upright again?

You have to eat your meal one step at a time, and you have to take steps to become a reliable person.

In the end, he still didn't write down what was in his heart. Who knows if Kassel College had any way to get his diary? He had to find a way to destroy the diary. It also contained his self-reflections on punishing evil and upholding justice under his pseudonym "The Mark of Sunset".

Therefore, he used simple and rough drawing techniques to create a simplified layout of the city... It sounds like the layout of a city should be very complicated, but in reality, it is not difficult with the help of computer satellite images.

Simply use thick lines to outline a few key locations, mark the possible exits and entrances of elevated bridge number zero, and refer to the intersection of elevated bridge number ten with the other elevated bridges to determine the possible location and size of this elevated bridge.

In reality, it is very likely inaccurate, as the information obtained is far too limited; it was merely Lu Mingfei's whim to find something to do.

That's how people are. When their imaginations run wild, sometimes only they can recognize their own work. Their sloppy style makes anyone else think it's just a doodle copied from a cat.

The drawing wasn't very complete yet. Lu Mingfei looked at it twice, made a rough sketch, and then tossed the diary aside. He searched online for unknown subway stations in Beijing, especially those related to the supernatural and legends.

The sinister style seems more in line with the presence of dragons and Deadpool?

He was already feeling a bit sleepy, and was about to refresh the "Beijing Subway Station" dungeon in his dream. It was always good to know more, as farming monsters with and without a map were two different things.

He had wanted to contact Senior Brother Chu for a long time, but due to the time difference, Chicago time was more than 13 hours behind his city.

He was getting sleepy, but it was still noon over there.

With my senior's routine as regular as a machine, he usually wakes up about an hour and a half after lunch, even if he takes a nap.

How do I add him? Lu Mingfei clicked on Chu Zihang's profile picture in the college entrance exam group and nervously opened the friend request.

He and Senior Brother Chu had never spoken a word to each other in real life, so there was no way the other party would know who he was.

He heard from his disheartened female classmates that Chu Zihang's QQ friend list was famously rare, the kind that was priceless and unavailable. It was rumored that after Chu Zihang went abroad, all his high school classmates who had interacted with him tried to add him, but their requests went unanswered.

Option A: Find a topic to start with.

"Senior Brother Chu, I'd like to find a place to do odd jobs near my hometown. Do you have any recommendations? I'm sorry to bother you if it's not possible."

Option B: Get straight to the point.

"Senior brother, I am your future best friend. Right now, I have no one I can trust, and I am all alone and helpless. I need your help. When I become successful in the future, I will appoint you as Grand Marshal and King of the First Rank."

In the end, Lu Mingfei simply typed nine words.

"I am Lu Mingfei, an alumnus of Shilan University."

After thinking for a while, I couldn't think of anything else, so I decided to borrow the tiger's power and add the sentence "Liu Miaomiao's classmate".

Chu Zihang is online on QQ.

"Chu Zihang has added you as a friend. You can start chatting now."

Approved almost instantly!

Lu Mingfei pressed the mouse in surprise.

It's not hard to add that.

Liu Miaomiao has such a big reputation; it seems that "I'm not actually that familiar with my senior brother" is just her humble excuse.