Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

Lu Mingfei felt like something was off about him.

Chapter 79 I'll Make You Happy

He rubbed his frowning face.

Squatting in front of a group of middle-aged people charred black.

I don't know why I didn't react much to the death of the person in front of me.

Upon reflection, it seems that the other person had impersonated his girlfriend, threatened him, and even planned to ambush and kill him.

Because the other party posed a clear threat to him and took action, almost succeeding, but ultimately killed the other party in return, his guilt about accidentally killing the other party was much less.

That's the only way he could think of it.

Reading few books has its drawbacks; I don't even understand why I have so little sense of guilt.

Just like Feng Baobao said, "A white knife goes in and a red knife comes out, what is guilt? I'm really not familiar with it."

The middle-aged man's breathing became increasingly labored, and his body temperature slowly decreased. No one was by his side except for him, the "murderer" who had almost been killed. He died alone.

Is this what death is?

This should be considered excessive self-defense, resulting in accidental death.

However, the rules of the world of superhumans are different from those of the normal world. Basically, the principle is that superhumans should resolve their own issues.

"After you die, if you go to heaven or hell, could you check if my parents are still alive? I haven't seen them for many years. You can visit me in a dream." Lu Mingfei fiddled with his phone.

Not knowing how to get along with this dying person, he said half-jokingly.

"Their names are Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini."

Lu Mingfei, at a loss, scratched at the mud at his feet, paused for a moment, and finally stood up.

"You can die slowly. I have to go back. Don't forget what I told you."

Lu Mingfei left without looking back, his steps heavy.

The middle-aged man, his face charred black, clicked his fingers, his facial muscles twitching erratically. As if in a final burst of energy, he opened his mouth and uttered a soft phrase, a national treasure, as if it were his last act of defiance.

"Fuck you..."

Lu Mingfei wanted to walk back quickly and ask Feng Baobao if he was acting normally, since he felt a little unfamiliar with himself, as if he hadn't done what had just happened.

They reached out and patted the lush bushes, knocking off the fresh leaves at the top, or picked up a straight stick and aimlessly whipped it, idly venting their emotions.

In an instant, the sound of wailing at the grave could be heard. The sound was so loud and the wailing so mournful that it seemed even more tragic than the death of an entire family.

Already shrouded in inexplicable emotions, Lu Mingfei instantly became enraged and roared.

"What's all the noise about? Has no one ever died in your family?!"

Lu Mingfei stormed back. He was really unlucky. He was already in a bad mood, and then the crying at the grave affected him even more.

The wailing at the grave paused for a moment after hearing Lu Mingfei's roar, then resumed.

Lu Mingfei turned around and shouted again.

"Why are you crying so late at night? Don't you know you're disturbing the neighbors?"

He gritted his teeth in anger and threw the wooden stick in his hand toward the direction of the weeping grave.

However, his actions had no effect whatsoever. The mourners ignored him and even incorporated his earlier stern rebuke into their mourning.

"Holy crap?!" Lu Mingfei felt offended.

He was already annoyed, and he wanted to see how bold this grave-weeping person was to dare to perform ancestral rites during the Quanxing's attack on the mountain.

Pushing aside clumps of dark green bushes and breaking countless dry branches, he walked towards the grave, cursing and swearing.

"Like a fly, buzzing around, I'm going to grab your body, rip out your intestines, and wrap them around your neck a few times and tie a tight knot."

Lu Mingfei walked through the towering trees that blocked his view and came to an open area, where he saw several people fighting together.

"who!"

Lu Mingfei threw the stick he had picked up away and roared.

"Which bastard is crying at a grave in the middle of the night?"

The people fighting stopped when they saw Lu Mingfei suddenly appear and looked in his direction.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's anger, a short, blond boy immediately pointed his finger at the person wearing a straw hat and holding a soul-guiding banner.

"It was him, it was him crying at the grave, his crying was horribly awful."

Lu Mingfei looked the man up and down. He smelled a familiar scent, very strong, even a little pungent.

"You deal with dead people a lot, don't you?"

The mourner stopped wailing, chuckled, and rubbed his blood-stained face against the soul-guiding banner in his hand.

"Young man, you have a discerning eye. This soul-guiding banner of mine is nourished with corpse oil. My uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters are all on it. I've always been very good to them."

When Lu Mingfei heard the mourner's words, he felt nauseous. There were uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters on the stick. He was afraid that the stick was used to poke the corpse.

“Lu Mingfei, you’ve come at the right time. This guy’s crying is really annoying. Use your Yang Five Thunder Technique to blast him.” The short Xi said, pointing at the grave weeping man.

Tears, like streams, welled from the corners of the gravedigger's eyes, and he began to weep again, his cries still heart-wrenching and loud: "Oh, my poor life! A bunch of grown men are bullying a helpless and alone person like me..."

Lu Mingfei covered his ears, took out his phone, and searched for information about the grave weeping man.

The person's information was found in the highlighted section.

Xue Fan joined the Quanxing sect a few years ago. During that time, he deliberately went to families holding funerals because he was carrying a soul-guiding banner. No one who cried at the funeral that day survived. They all died. He was responsible for at least dozens of deaths.

Wearing a red and black mask, Yun did not act rashly, waiting for Lu Mingfei's move. Xiao Xiao vaguely felt that his soul was affected, which was very uncomfortable, but very weak.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you waiting for?" The short Xi was irritated by the sound of wailing at the grave, and his voice unconsciously rose several octaves.

Lu Mingfei put away his phone, abandoning the idea of ​​using Yang Wu Lei. Using Yang Wu Lei against someone like that would be too easy on him.

"You killed so many innocent people just to refine the Soul-Guiding Banner in your hand, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

While crying, Xue Fan responded to Lu Mingfei, "Those uncles and aunts all care about me, and I care about them too. We are a loving family. How could they possibly resent me? They are actually very happy to be with me."

“They are Quanxing demons, a bunch of lustful demons, everyone should kill them, a group of desperados who do all sorts of bad things.” hope’s expression twitched, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blue marks on his arms gradually spread towards his body.

Lu Mingfei realized that a lack of remorse was a fundamental characteristic of Quanxing... at least it was the characteristic of the two people he had met, who were even addicted to it, a group of hedonistic people.

Regardless of whether it's the All-Tong Company or other forces, their attitude towards Quanxing is basically the same—hostile.

"Your name is Xi, right? It seems you've been poisoned, and your emotions have been affected." Lu Mingfei pointed to the other person's eyes and the gradually moving blue lumps on their body. In his vision, some of the other person's meridians were being disturbed by something unknown.

He turned to look at Xue Fan, the man who was weeping at the grave.

"You indulged your desires and killed so many people to refine the Soul-Guiding Banner in your hand. Now that you have successfully refined the Soul-Guiding Banner, why are you crying? You should be happy."

Lu Mingfei chuckled mischievously, took a step forward, and adjusted the Twelve Labors of Emotion Array to a single target, grasping the opponent's meridian of pleasure. This meridian was like a ballpoint pen to him; although it had some quality, it couldn't withstand his overwhelming force.

The other three looked at Lu Mingfei's confusing remarks with suspicion. What was with all this crying and happiness? Are employees of Nadutong really this unreliable?

Xue Fan's wailing continued to echo in the air.

"Waaaaah, my poor life! My aunt and uncle love me so much, but people say they didn't want to be with me. Nobody understands me. I'm so pathetic..."

"Waaaah...cough cough, hee hee..."

Xue Fan stopped wailing in surprise. Had he just laughed?

Chapter 80: Words Become Law?

Xue Pan, the grave weeper, was wary of the menacing group before him.

As an extraordinary person who uses mournful cries to influence the spirits of the dead to attack, he is very familiar with the sound of crying. The mourning cry is a continuous and emotionally charged cry that moves the elders on the soul-guiding banner to attack people.

There is absolutely no chance of suddenly laughing during a funeral. It is a strange feeling that one would laugh suddenly while crying with great emotion. This has never happened since I started cultivating.

The problem isn't with yourself, but with the scrutinizing gaze directed at others.

They saw Yun, hope, and Xiao Xiao looking at the same puzzled person.

The four of them stared at each other, one looking at the other.

"What's wrong with him?" hope asked in a low voice.

"The one who was crying at the grave just now chuckled; he's looking for who did it." Yun and hope exchanged a glance.

They fought Xue Fan, the mourner, for several rounds but could not defeat him, and never saw him laugh during the mourning procession.

The three of them looked at Lu Mingfei, who had just arrived, with perfect understanding.

Lu Mingfei felt four questioning gazes fall upon him.

Why are you looking at me?

"That guy's acting a bit strange, is it you...?"

hope suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was fighting for control of his limbs. He didn't continue speaking and quickly circulated his energy to fight the feeling.

"What's wrong with him?" Lu Mingfei retorted. "He's from Quanxing. Isn't being capricious their nature?"

He continued, "Besides, this is the Celestial Master's Mansion, with the unparalleled Celestial Master presiding over it. It's a rare occurrence in many years for someone to cause trouble here. Isn't that like provoking the Grand Duke Jupiter? Doesn't that perfectly suit their unbridled nature? How could they not be happy?"

"That seems to make some sense." Xiao Xiao confirmed that hope was alright and that with a little care, her safety could be guaranteed.

But something seems off...

Lu Mingfei's nonsensical ramblings dispelled Xue Fan's suspicions; perhaps he had simply misdirected his Qi.

He was wary of the people in front of him. The others posed little threat to him, but Lu Mingfei was different. He could attack or defend at will, and his movements were incredibly fast. If he hadn't happened to witness Lu Mingfei's battle before, he would have underestimated him.

Retreating now would likely result in a combined attack by several people, posing a huge risk of death. It would be better to fight to the death.

While he briefly pondered a solution, he inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure at his decision and couldn't help but hum a few cheerful hums.

Drawn by this touch of pleasure, more joyful memories slowly surfaced in my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

He immediately realized something was wrong with himself. How could this happen at such a crucial moment when he was a grave mourner? Could it be that his Dao heart had developed a crack because of the Qi circulation he had just performed?

He immediately used his Qi to suppress this pleasure.

Xue Fan's laughter made the other three people believe Lu Mingfei's story to some extent.