Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 132 A Stormy Night, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei

That night, at 11:30 p.m.

Chen Wenwen nestled in Lu Mingfei's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I was a bit too rough with her just now —" Lu Mingfei gently stroked the artsy girl's hair, comforting her softly, "Although we've been pouring our hearts out to each other, I was putting all my energy into —"

"You still dare to talk back!"

Chen Wenwen felt wronged; Lu Mingfei's words were too much.

At first, Chen Wenwen was terrified, but for some reason, Su Xiaoqiang just ignored her inside the trench coat.

At first, Chen Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, but when Lu Mingfei said those sweet words to Su Xiaoqiang, she felt uncomfortable.

"You are different from them."

Lu Mingfei patiently explained, "We're in a Zeratonic relationship."

"Isn't it Plato?"

The artsy girl's attention was diverted.

"Heroes in StarCraft, specializing in stealth and burst damage."

Lu Mingfei explained simply.

He wasn't worried about making a mistake. With his powerful senses, Lu Mingfei already had a very detailed understanding of Chen Wenwen.

Since the last time she trimmed the zihua, their relationship has made a breakthrough. Lu Mingfei knows that she is actually a tsundere.

Chen Wenwen felt her hand being pulled, and then her palm felt cold as a diamond ring appeared in her hand.

【Tarot Ring - The Devil】

"Restraint, addiction, desire —"

Lu Mingfei whispered in her ear, "I've placed all my hopes on you."

The next morning, everyone gathered on the cliff east of the camp to watch the sunrise. Chu Zihang recorded the changes in bird songs before and after sunrise and wrote a birdwatching notebook.

After breakfast, it was time for specimen collection. Around noon, the muscular men from Kassel brought in a batch of ingredients.

Unfortunately, the food arrived after lunchtime, so everyone decided to postpone the barbecue until the evening.

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While barbecuing, Lu Mingfei joked with Chu Zihang, "Where's the survival part? Isn't this just a pure vacation?" Chu Zihang nodded in agreement and handed him a skewer of chicken wings.

Until midnight.

Chu Zihang was awakened by the sound of rain.

In recent years, he has had very light sleep.

During the day, Chu Zihang passed the mental health test in Kassel, taking another step closer to his goal.

A slight excitement stimulated his nerves, causing him to fall asleep forty-three minutes later than usual.

Human memory is like a hard drive that can be demagnetized. Chu Zihang was worried that he would forget that man, so every night before falling asleep, he would recall every detail of that rainy night.

The memory begins with a boy running wildly in the rain—meaning that Chu Zihang has to think about Lu Mingfei every night before he can go to sleep.

If Lu Mingfei knew about this, it might cause misunderstandings, so Chu Zihang didn't plan to tell him.

The dense, drum-like rain made the tent tremble uncontrollably, and Chu Zihang sat up immediately.

He did not forget the warnings in the camping manual: when camping in the mountains, be careful of rainy days and do not set up camp in places prone to landslides and mudslides.

Chu Zihang did not doubt the professionalism of the "survival experts" in Kassel, but he still decided to go outside the tent to take a look.

However, after getting up, Chu Zihang realized that something was wrong.

It was too quiet around us.

I'm not referring to the sound of rain outside, but rather to the sound inside the tent.

During this camping trip, the boys were assigned four tents in total, which means they were divided into four groups.

The group leaders for the four groups are Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, Ye Sheng, and Qi Lan.

Two are from Shilan High School, and two are from Kassel College.

Chu Zihang didn't know the juniors in his group, but they all knew him very well.

Chu Zihang remembered that there were two brothers surnamed Xu, two chubby little boys, who admired him very much.

He had a fairly strong impression of the two brothers because their snoring was deafening the night before, and a student named Zhao Menghua was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep and sat in his tent for a long time feeling frustrated.

Chu Zihang was very perceptive. He guessed that Zhao Menghua might have thought of calling them up and scolding them, but refrained from doing so because he was present.

But tonight, the Xu brothers didn't snore, and Zhao Menghua didn't sit up either.

Chu Zihang turned to look at Xu Yanyan beside him. The little fat boy was wrapped in a sleeping bag, with only his head sticking out and his eyes tightly closed.

Even though he was asleep, he had a strange smile on his face and his expression was extremely stiff.

Chu Zihang reached out and nudged him, calling his name a few times, but Xu Yanyan did not wake up.

He looked at the others, and their expressions were exactly the same as the chubby boy's.

Chu Zihang's heart sank.

problem occurs.

He crawled out of his sleeping bag and walked out of the tent. To prepare for any possible emergencies, Chu Zihang did not take off his clothes before going to sleep.

Also leaving the sleeping bag was a Japanese sword, a keepsake left to him by the man.

The moment the tent zipper was pulled open, the sound of rain began to roar, as if it were hitting one's eardrums directly.

In a short while, Chu Zihang was soaked to the bone, with rain dripping down his unruly hair, but he didn't care.

It was pitch black outside the tent, almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. Chu Zihang turned on the emergency flashlight and, relying on the powerful eyesight brought by his mixed-race physique, was able to see in the dark.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance.

Chu Zihang shone his flashlight, and the figure spotted him, wading through the puddles as it ran towards him.

It is Lu Mingfei.

Unlike Chu Zihang, who was dressed neatly, he was only wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, which looked very cool.

He probably had a large umbrella, so he didn't get wet.

"Senior brother, senior brother."

Lu Mingfei ran over and casually pulled Chu Zihang under the umbrella as well.

Before he could speak, the expressionless senior brother asked, "Why are you out here?"

"Uh... I need to use the restroom."

Lu Mingfei blinked. "It shouldn't violate school rules, right?"

Lu Mingfei was referring to the fact that Chu Zihang, who was the discipline committee member, often wrote down other people's names in a small notebook during morning exercises.

Chu Zihang had no time for banter; his ominous premonition grew heavier: "You should go back now—no, you should come with me!"

Even though he hadn't yet entered Kassel to study, Chu Zihang knew that in this world, all supernatural phenomena were related to dragons.

It might not be safe inside the tent. Perhaps Lu Mingfei escaped unharmed because he left the tent to use the restroom.

Chu Zihang's mind raced, and he realized that the safest place right now was actually right beside him.

"Let's go check out Kassel first."

Chu Zihang did not explain to Lu Mingfei—in fact, he did not know how to explain to Lu Mingfei.

He thought of the day the man took him to see the world of mixed races for the first time, when Chu Zihang was so terrified he was almost going crazy.

Although Lu Mingfei is older now than he was back then, Chu Zihang did not overestimate the other party's psychological resilience.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei didn't seem to be a very curious person. After saying "Oh" and scratching his head, he followed him to the camp in Kassel.

Chu Zihang called out a few times outside the tent, but no one answered. He went straight up to the tent and unzipped it.

The scene inside made Chu Zihang's heart sink completely. Whether it was the burly school worker sleeping at the door or the bald professor inside, everyone had the same eerie smile as Xu Yanyan on their face. Under the flashlight, they looked like terracotta figurines with fixed expressions.

The rain was pouring down, but the surroundings were unusually quiet, as if they were encased in a glass dome.

This feeling was very familiar, or rather, Chu Zihang would recall this feeling every night before going to sleep.

A chill ran down his spine, and Chu Zihang took a step back, nearly bumping into Lu Mingfei.

"I'll see you out."

He composed himself, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Will you escort me out?"

Lu Mingfei gave him a look that said, "Senior brother, what strange things are you saying?"

"You might see things you shouldn't see or hear sounds you shouldn't hear later. Just treat them as hallucinations."

Chu Zihang spoke quickly, "Follow me, don't ask questions, and don't overthink things."

He drew his long sword, named "Murasame," and rainwater fell onto the blade, dripping down the curve of the edge.

Nibelungen —

Chu Zihang pondered the word repeatedly in his mind.

He had realized where he was now.

A deity riding an eight-legged celestial horse on an elevated highway during a torrential rainstorm.

This is a nightmare that haunts Chu Zihang's mind and he can't shake off.

Last time, I escaped from their grasp.

Now, He has come to find Him.

It just dragged innocent people into this — Chu Zihang glanced subtly at Lu Mingfei, who was standing beside him holding an umbrella.

The others were trapped in the nightmare. Chu Zihang couldn't take so many people with him, but he could at least send those he could get rid of.

His mind was racing. The cliffs, valleys, and paths—the scenery he had seen over the past two days—faded, faded, and recombine in his mind, forming a three-dimensional perspective image.

As long as you keep running, you can escape Nibelungen—provided someone stays behind to face that god.

"The path we took into the mountains is the shortest route out of here."

Chu Zihang said in a deep voice, "But that place is too low-lying, and it will become a natural flood channel after it rains. It should already be flooded by now. If an ordinary person tries to pass through, they will be swept away by the water."

He led Lu Mingfei up a high slope: "Roll down the other side of this slope. If my calculations are correct, you can bypass the most dangerous section of the mountain road and roll directly to the lower half of the mountain trail—you might get a little injured, but it won't affect your movement. Remember to protect your head."

"Senior brother, is there a more respectable way?"

Chu Zihang ignored Lu Mingfei's nonsense. He stood ahead and said to himself, "When I tell you to run, start running immediately, keep going forward, and don't look back—"

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Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky.

Chu Zihang paused for a moment.

next moment.

The wind howled and thunder roared.

A deity riding a massive, eight-legged celestial horse, wielding a long, withered wooden spear, wearing a metal mask, and shrouded in a shroud, appeared from the sky.

That order—

"Odin!"

On Highway 10, Finger roared and swerved the steering wheel, causing the BYD to complete a thrilling drift.

"Knock knock knock—Brother Kang!"

In the passenger seat, Old Tang stammered, "What the hell is that thing?!"

"It's impossible to order Napoleon!"

Fingel made a sharp U-turn and drove in the opposite direction from the god.

"Could it be... that the employer has come knocking on our door?"

Old Tang looked miserable, his first thought being that he had broken the rules and that the other party was going to settle scores with him.

An anonymous employer asked him to find an artwork at Zhaoda Group, something that looked like a bronze jar, but despite Old Tang's great efforts, he couldn't find the jar.

With the mission deadline fast approaching, Old Tang, under Fingel's influence, finally compromised.

The two found a dealer who specialized in counterfeiting cultural relics and asked him to make a replica of the Pian Shi bronze jar exactly as it was made, even including the cracks on the surface.

The night before last, two security guards from Zhaoda Group carried a copper pot upstairs and, in an empty old office, filmed the entire process of the gray solution being poured into the artwork.

They may have also taken a picture of the pincer-like human face, which increased its credibility. In any case, the employer happily paid the money and didn't argue with them, forgetting to water the money tree at the entrance.

The brother who received the fraudulent money was overjoyed, even nine-tenths happy. After a day of merriment, Lao Tang said, "Brother Kang, why don't you take me out for some fun? I don't know the way, so it's not easy for me to go out." Fingel said, "Sure, when we have money, we'll definitely go to a fancy club with young models." But before they even left the city, Odin blocked the bridge.

The magenta BYD F3 sped along the highway. Although Lao Tang couldn't estimate its speed, he could tell that the car had definitely been modified, making the highway seem inexplicably longer. Shortly after it started driving, black splattered onto the car.

The ground formed puddles, and one after another, black shadows emerged from the water. The magenta car was now traveling at over 300 kilometers per hour, but these shadows piled up, like zombies clinging to a train, extending sharp claws to climb and drag the car body, as if trying to pull it into the world reflected in the puddles.

Fingel pulled a bundle of explosives from under the car seat, pressed it a few times, and casually threw it out the window. A huge explosion rang out, blowing away the Deadpools and nearly throwing the BYD car off the road.

Old Tang thought to himself, "This is really weird, buddy. Did you put a time bomb under your butt and expect me to die?" Unmoved, Fingel pulled a submachine gun from his body and fired a burst of shots in the direction of the passenger seat, blowing the head off Deadpool who was clinging to the window.

"Old Tang."

Fingel suddenly called out to him, "Now listen to my instructions, and remember, don't make a single mistake."

Fingel rarely showed such a serious expression. Old Tang glanced at the gods and black-clad attendants chasing behind him and nodded silently.

"First, open the glove box on the passenger side."

Old Tang opened the tipping glove box.

"The second step is to find a silver-white combination box inside, with the combination code 820220."

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Old Tang saw the metal box in the glove box; it was small and had a half-decayed World Tree pattern printed on its surface.

This was definitely not an ordinary metal box. Old Tang vaguely sensed that there might be something extraordinary inside.

Taking a deep breath, Lao Tang dialed the combination lock and opened the box.

"The third step is to take out the Cohiba cigars from inside and light them for Brother Kang."

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