Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, let them live with regrets for the rest of their lives.

Lu Mingfei wanted to start the simulation, regardless of who the target was.

In the simulated scenario, he might be able to see his parents again, which would soothe and alleviate his loneliness.

"System, simulation," Lu Mingfei said softly.

"Do you want to consume one simulation attempt?"

"Yes."

"Okay, in the simulated player selection... Target: Chu Zihang, start the script 'Darkness of the Rainstorm,' time limit: none. Resurrection limit: 100 times."

"Please become the white moonlight in Chu Zihang's life, and die for him, so that he will regret it for the rest of his life." The system's voice was completely emotionless.

The colors of the world before Lu Mingfei's eyes began to fade rapidly until a blinding light filled his entire field of vision.

When I came to my senses, I could hear the sound of rain hitting the glass and thunder rumbling outside the window.

Lu Mingfei looked around. It was a classroom that was both strange and familiar. On the blackboard, it was written in chalk: "The typhoon will pass through tonight, and the school will be closed for three days."

To Lu Mingfei's surprise, he found himself back in junior high school!

He was the only one left in the classroom, and no one was there to pick him up.

Lu Mingfei recalled the system's description and realized that it was the night Typhoon Dandelion passed through Rongcheng, and also the night that Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao drove their Maybach onto the overpass.

Lu Mingfei sighed, realizing he would never see his parents again.

Alright! Forget about winning over the "female lead" Chu Zihang for now, Lu Mingfei wants to see what exactly is hidden on the overpass!

After adjusting his body, which had been somewhat uncomfortable at the beginning of the simulation, Lu Mingfei took some time to recover before stepping out of the classroom and standing under the eaves on the first floor of the teaching building.

He looked out at the pitch-black night sky and the heavy rain, with only the streetlights at the school gate still on. A Maybach was parked there, as if guiding something.

Lu Mingfei only glanced at it before sprinting home.

This time, Lu Mingfei stood under the eaves of the school gate without moving, and the car window rolled down, revealing Chu Zihang's slightly immature face: "Do you want to get on? We'll give you a ride."

Lu Mingfei nodded vigorously: "Go!"

……

The black Maybach rolled over the wet road. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat side by side in the back seat, while Chu Tianjiao, a middle-aged man with stubble, sat in the front, nagging incessantly as he drove.

Lu Mingfei noticed the impatient expression on the face of the senior student from the junior high school.

This is rare; in my memory, my senior always had a poker face and never showed his emotions on his face.

It can only be said that Chu Zihang truly did not treat Chu Tianjiao as an outsider, after all, they were father and son.

"Son, do you heat up a cup of milk for your mother every night before bed? She has this habit; she can't sleep without it."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang thought to himself, "How many times have I brought this up? And why do I have to do it in front of my classmates? Do I have to reveal the fact that you're already divorced?"

Chu Tianjiao seemed oblivious to his son's reluctance and continued chatting casually. Of course, he didn't ignore Lu Mingfei's feelings and even told Lu Mingfei that his uncle would take him out to play when he had time.

Driving around in a Maybach worth nine million, hey, how cool is that?

He also said that only three people in the world can start this Maybach: the first is the boss, the second is him, and the last is his son.

Chu Zihang remained silent, thinking that this man had no sense of shame whatsoever.

Lu Mingfei wasn't flattering him; he genuinely thought this thing was quite high-tech.

On the road, horns blared incessantly, making it difficult for cars to move. Even without traffic accidents, the severe weather conditions still affected traffic.

Chu Tianjiao cursed, "This damn weather is always so prone to traffic jams."

Seeing that the elevated road was empty, Chu Tianjiao immediately turned the steering wheel, and the Maybach suddenly changed lanes, entering the elevated road through the deserted gate.

Looking out the car window, Lu Mingfei saw that the road sign read: Highway Zero.

At this moment, history underwent a tremendous change.

Chapter 46 "Uncle Chu, do you have a second knife?" (Please continue reading)

On the overpass, the black Maybach sped along, like a sharp sword tearing through the rain.

Outside, rain poured down; inside, it was warm and dry, and the stereo was playing "Daily Growing" by the Irish band Altan.

“The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green,

Many is the time my true love I've seen,

Many an hour I have watched him all alone”

Lu Mingfei caught a glimpse of a black briefcase on the passenger seat, with the World Tree emblem of symbiosis and coexistence branded in the upper left corner.

Isn't that the emblem of Kassel College?

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback, realizing that Chu Tianjiao was actually connected with Kassel College. No wonder his senior brother insisted on going to Kassel College.

"Uncle Chu, what's in the box on the passenger seat?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"It's nothing much, I'm just helping with a delivery," Chu Tianjiao said casually.

He didn't seem to want Lu Mingfei to know what was in the box.

"I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,

He's young but he's daily growing."

The song continued, and Lu Mingfei could barely understand the general meaning. It was about a father who wanted to marry his 24-year-old daughter to a 14-year-old rich man. The daughter was unwilling, worried that she would be too old by the time her husband grew up.

But the father said his arrangement was correct; he married his daughter to a wealthy young man so that when he got old, his daughter would have someone to rely on.

But later, the rich boy died before he grew up. The girl was very sad and knitted a shroud for him out of flannel on the grassy grave.

Lu Mingfei felt that although the song was nice, it was not auspicious at this moment, as if it were some kind of omen.

At that moment, a low laugh came from the speakers. The laugh was deep, yet grand and solemn, as if echoing in an ancient bronze bell. It seemed quite out of place amidst the singing.

Lu Mingfei's heart pounded wildly; this was his "Emperor's Engine," a warning that some danger was about to befall him.

While Chu Zihang remained oblivious, Lu Mingfei and Chu Tianjiao in the car quietly prepared for battle.

Chu Tianjiao's usual carefree and nonchalant demeanor vanished; his face tightened like cast iron, and blue veins bulged from the corners of his eyes, like restless snakes.

Lu Mingfei caught a glimpse of Chu Tianjiao in the rearview mirror. The man's eyes, which had turned from a decadent state to a stoic gaze, were now filled with a mixture of majesty and imposing presence.

This is a master!

Lu Mingfei was secretly amazed.

Of the mixed-race individuals he has encountered so far, Xia Mi, Ye Sheng, Jiu Deyaji, and Chu Zihang all possess an aura that is not as strong as Chu Tianjiao's.

Xia Mi: Who told us we're related by blood! If it were anyone else, I'd scare them to death! (puffs up her cheeks)

"What happened?" Chu Zihang sensed that something was wrong. He saw that Chu Tianjiao was more serious than ever before.

"dong dong"

There was a gentle knock on the car door.

"With such heavy rain, who's outside?" Chu Zihang turned his head and saw a dark shadow cast on the car window.

He reached out to roll down the car window.

"Sit back down!" Chu Tianjiao shouted.

An overwhelming sense of fear suddenly enveloped Chu Zihang.

He glanced at the speedometer; it read 120 kilometers per hour. Who could chase this Maybach at breakneck speed on the elevated highway while simultaneously knocking on the door?

Lu Mingfei can.

There was more than one dark shadow outside the car window. More and more shadows surrounded the Maybach like a school of fish, slapping the car body with their pale tails. The bulletproof glass emitted a "bang" as a death prelude.

The rain intensified, resembling a black tide flowing against the current.

Chu Zihang heard chanting in his ears—no, directly into his mind—like the hissing of snakes, the crying of an infant, and the wailing of a woman.

His brain sizzled as if it had been struck by a hot iron, and Chu Zihang couldn't help but groan and scream in pain.

"Son! Hang in there! Dad will always be here for you!" Chu Tianjiao slammed on the gas, instantly speeding from 120 km/h to 180 km/h.

The immense kinetic energy, like a raging rhinoceros, smashed through all obstacles in its path, breaking through the encirclement of the dark figures in an instant.

"Uncle Chu, so this is what you encountered?!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

Chu Zihang could only see vaguely, but Lu Mingfei saw clearly: a group of gaunt monsters draped in black robes and wearing python bone masks. Their appearance was quite different from the snake-like dead servants he had encountered.

They traveled in groups, possessing a collective consciousness, and heard the hoarse whispers:

"I smelled the sweet scent of blood, I'm so thirsty."

"I want to eat that boy, with ketchup."

"Shouldn't we use Laba vinegar?"

Okay, what follows is Lu Mingfei's imagination. He heard the cannibalistic expression clearly and mistook Chu Zihang for a lamb.

"Lu Mingfei, I never expected that our first meeting would turn out like this." Chu Tianjiao stared intently at the road ahead, a bitter smile on his lips.

"Uncle Chu, do you know me from before?" Lu Mingfei sensed something was amiss.

Chu Tianjiao didn't explain, but instead pulled a black umbrella from the car door. To be precise, it was a knife without a guard.

The lack of a guard means that one's fingers are easily severed by an opponent's sliding slash during combat.

Such swords were either used by impoverished, wandering samurai, living with the prospect of death, or they were sacred swords used as ritual implements, not originally intended for slashing.

Chu Tianjiao drew the blade with one hand, its light as clear as water.

He explained, “The Murasame sword is a cursed sword that cursed the Tokugawa family. The original was destroyed long ago, and the swordsmith reforged it using recycled metal. It was enshrined in Gion Shrine for ten years.”

At that moment, the roar of rushing water came from behind, and even the Maybach traveling at 180 kilometers per hour could not escape their hunt.

Chu Tianjiao sneered, and the veins on his wrist bulged as he gripped the knife in his backhand and thrust it straight at the left side of the car door.

The long knife pierced through the cast aluminum car door and was embedded inside, with half of the blade exposed.

The man slammed on the brakes, the speedometer reading plummeted, the wheels slid across the ground, and the car was on the verge of going out of control.

Thick, pungent blood stretched into a black ribbon several meters long in the wind, only to be immediately washed away by the torrential rain.

Before the shadowy figures could slow down, the group on the left was swiftly cut in half by the broken blade outside, without even having time to let out a wail.