Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Without any warning.

Genjiro's powerful stomp, capable of shattering the floor, suddenly missed its mark. He lost his balance, his center of gravity shifted, and he crashed to one side like a building that had been blown up!

The earth-shattering Fourfold Eightfold Manifestations, a final strike that combined eight hellish scenes and was powerful enough to tear everything apart, completely missed its mark.

Genjiro ran headfirst into Caesar's arms.

Caesar was first stunned, then overjoyed. Without any hesitation, he didn't waste even a second of this stroke of luck. His knee shot up swiftly, like a giant battering ram, and slammed solidly into Genji's chest!

"boom!"

A dull thud. Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and a breath caught in his throat, neither rising nor falling.

Caesar was about to press his advantage, reaching out to snatch the spider-slicer that had almost slipped from his grasp—

suddenly.

A huge black shadow descended from the sky.

boom!

The entire mural hall was trembling.

Chapter 674 Lanruo Temple

The door closed behind them, like the sigh of a giant creature after swallowing something.

Lu Mingfei then realized something was wrong.

He had used the key Mingze had given him to open several doors in Genji Heavy Industries that night. The security door to the 14th-floor call center, the gates of several hidden passages—each time, it was a crisp "beep" and the door would open. But this time, it was completely different.

The door recognized him and Frillie.

"Welcome back, Mr. Lu Mingfei and Ms. Frilian."

Welcome them back.

Let's go back to the floor numbered "ξ", which represents "uncertainty".

In mathematics, the letter “ξ” is often used to represent random variables, things that are uncertain, unknown, or unpredictable.

Although Lu Mingfei's math skills were mediocre, he at least knew this. At this moment, he was standing in the center of uncertainty, in the heart of the unknown.

An indescribable fear exploded deep within his mind like a depth charge.

The completely uncertain place was like a thread that suddenly split on the loom of fate, a strange and unknown end of the thread that irrationally joined his already chaotic life.

He didn't want to stay a second longer and turned to push the door that had just closed. His hand struck the cold metal surface, but it didn't budge. In a panic, he raised his phone again and aimed the electronic key at the card reader.

"Buzz—Error. This permission does not allow reverse passage."

There are only cold, hard error message tones.

The master key that Lu Mingze gave me only has a one-way entry function on this floor.

"Damn it," Lu Mingfei cursed under his breath.

“You’re too nervous.” Frillian glanced at the door that refused entry, then looked at Lu Mingfei’s pale face. “Relax.”

Lu Mingfei was speechless for a moment. "I'm a little scared. This place looks strange; it resembles Lanruo Temple."

Frillie did not refute. She took two steps forward and stood slightly ahead of Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei vaguely felt that Frilian was standing between him and the unknown.

The corridor was deserted.

A stark white light poured down from the LED light strips on the ceiling, illuminating every inch of the floor with exquisite detail, yet offering no warmth whatsoever. A faint, pungent odor, characteristic of chemical agents, wafted from afar. Lu Mingfei sniffed, recognizing it as formaldehyde, or rather, a stronger smell of disinfectant.

This place feels like a hospital.

No, not an ordinary hospital. It's the kind of hospital deep within Sleeping Beauty's castle, sealed by thorns and magic, where time stands still, as if everything has been frozen by evil forces.

Lu Mingfei tried pushing the other doors on both sides of the corridor. Each one was made of heavy, black metal, with yellow and black warning signs posted around the edges: "Danger Zone," "No Entry," "Unauthorized Entry Strictly Prohibited," etc.

He pressed his phone against the reader with his last glimmer of hope, but the reader just coldly lit up a red light, not even bothering to give him an "error" message.

All of them are invalid.

The shockwaves struck several times in succession. On other floors, he had seen fine cracks in the walls, and even patches of plaster peeling off. But on this floor, the white walls were smooth and new, without a single hair-thin gap. The walls here were unbelievably sturdy, as if they had no intention of yielding to any external force.

There were no windows, not a single one.

The further Lu Mingfei walked, the faster his heart pounded. The corridors twisted and turned, a dense web of paths, branching off one after another, like an endless maze. At first, he could barely make out his direction, but after a few turns, he completely lost his bearings. He couldn't even find the entrance.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped the back of his neck.

He started running.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, tap, tap, tap, tap… His own footsteps, repeatedly reflected, superimposed, and delayed by the walls, sounded as if a whole troop of ghosts were chasing him frantically. The faster he ran, the more urgently the footsteps pursued him.

But when he suddenly stopped and leaned against the wall, panting—

The sound did not completely disappear.

It was thin and long, faint and elusive, like something breathing not far away.

"Did you hear that?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low, barely audible voice.

Frillie listened intently, then nodded slightly after a moment. “The air pressure in the air circulation system is unstable. The pipes were damaged by the shockwave. This is a physical phenomenon, not a ghost.” She paused, her gaze lingering on Lu Mingfei’s face. “So there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“…”, Lu Mingfei didn’t know what to say.

He hid behind a medicine shelf, like a frightened groundhog, nervously pulling out his phone and texting Lu Mingze with trembling fingers: "What kind of crappy software did you install on me?! I'm trapped in a place that feels like it's haunted! The corridors are like a maze, all the doors are locked, and there's this weird breathing sound! Frilline says it's airflow, but I think it's a ghost! Help!"

A few seconds later, the reply arrived.

“Even haunted places can be good places, right? Lanruo Temple is haunted too, and that’s where Ning Caichen met Nie Xiaoqian,” Lu Mingze said, as annoying as ever.

"Damn it! That's because he has Yan Chixia! Otherwise, he would have been eaten by ghosts long ago!" Lu Mingfei wished he could punch a hole through the screen.

“Your Majesty! Your subject—is your Yan Chixia!” Lu Mingze replied, followed by a string of ferocious emojis. “Don’t worry! It’s all set! You know there are many hidden areas in Genji Heavy Industries, and you need a different set of electronic keys to access them. Now open your phone and take a look. Hehe.”

Lu Mingfei exited the text message interface with some skepticism and turned on his phone.

On the home screen, the key icon changed color, from ordinary silver-gray to a deep blue.

The name below the icon has also changed; the new name is now "Key to Lanruo Temple".

“…You’re fucking enough,” Lu Mingfei muttered helplessly.

He took a deep breath and opened the navigation app.

This time, the interface has completely changed. It is no longer the detailed 3D architectural diagram of the past, but a minimalist circular ring, like a compass, with a thin pointer in the center trembling slightly, like a dragon-finding ruler in the hand of a feng shui master to find auspicious burial sites.

A dark blue arrow hovered on the screen, deflecting with the slightest movement of his body, stubbornly pointing in a certain direction deep into the corridor.

To be honest, this damn thing doesn't resemble a navigation program at all.

It's purely a feng shui compass.

If you follow this thing, you'll probably only end up in a grave.

"Should we trust him?" Frillian stood quietly beside him, her gaze fixed on the dark blue arrow on the screen. Her questioning wasn't out of doubt, but rather seemed more like a confirmation of Lu Mingfei's own judgment.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth.

That bastard Lu Mingze has been playing pranks on him since he was a kid, and he's always ready with a joke. But when it comes to matters of principle... when it comes to things that are truly life-threatening, he doesn't seem to have ever really risked his life.

"Trust him this once," Lu Mingfei said, gripping his phone tightly as he stood up. "Anyway, we have no other choice."

Frillie didn't say much and walked side by side with Lu Mingfei.

"Then let's go, I'll go with you."

The two followed the direction indicated by the feng shui compass pointer and ventured deeper into the corridor.

The path became increasingly complex, yet also increasingly open. They passed through four or five security gates in succession, each requiring the "Key of Lanruo Temple" to open. The gates closed behind them one by one with a dull, airtight sound, as if cutting off one escape route after another.

Lu Mingfei didn't turn around. Neither did Frilian.

The deeper they went, the wider the corridor became. The walls on both sides gradually turned into solid stainless steel panels, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the blurry and distorted shadows of the two people. The last passage was seven or eight meters wide, with its walls reinforced by layers of thick I-beams and alloy plates. The floor underfoot had also been replaced with steel plates with anti-slip textures, and each step made a heavy, solid echo.

Ahead, there was a bright white light.

Upon arriving here, the navigation arrows disappeared completely. The feng shui compass needle on the screen drooped, no longer trembling, like a compass that had lost its magnetic poles. It's possible the signal was blocked, or perhaps he had already reached his destination.

The footsteps behind him disappeared. It wasn't that he had quieted his steps, but rather that the dense echoes reflected off the steel plates had completely subsided here. The passageway was too wide, so wide that even sound dared not follow it.

Lu Mingfei walked cautiously on the steel plate. Frilian followed closely behind, her pale purple eyes slowly scanning the dense network of pipes and valves on the walls on both sides.

At the end of the passage was a white metal door.

A typical rounded-corner airtight door, the kind commonly used in hospital operating rooms or biosafety laboratories. Bright white light shines through the narrow glass window on the top of the door, illuminating even the smallest dust particles in the air. The window is positioned high; a normal adult's line of sight can barely reach the bottom edge.

Lu Mingfei stood on tiptoe, gripped the door frame, and strained to peer inside.

He could only see the upper half of the room—white walls, a ceiling riddled with pipes, and various large medical devices he couldn't name. The enormous, circular coil of the MRI machine occupied most of his field of vision, next to which stood the suspended robotic arm of the angiography X-ray machine, like a sleeping steel insect.

Everything was quiet.

He mustered his courage and placed his hand on the doorknob. It was cold and heavy.

The door opened.

Red liquid, like a long-accumulated tide, overflowed from the lower edge of the threshold. It gurgled and slowly spread over the lower edge of the door, glistening with a viscous, oily sheen under the white light, wetting his shoes.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The smell of death was from hours of accumulation, fermenting in a confined space, mixed with the residue of disinfectant and the stench of decay.

Lu Mingfei vomited violently.

He couldn't eat anything; only stomach acid and bile churned up, choking him and bringing tears to his eyes. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his hands bracing against the wet floor, his fingertips touching a sticky, warm liquid.

Chapter 675 Lu Mingfei: It's a pity I brought my female companion.

Lu Mingfei looked down and saw his hand immersed in a deep red.

The floor inside the room was blood red. The ceiling was white. The walls were painted in alternating red and white, like a mad abstract painting.

There were at least twenty people in this room. Doctors in white coats, nurses in nurse caps, and several technicians in dark blue overalls. Now, they are all dead.

An incomplete dead body.