Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 398 Injustice
Passing through the dark and fragrant corridor, under the brilliant light of the crystal lamp overhead, Ander led Lu Mingfei to a box at the top of the auction venue, overlooking the entire venue from above.

The box was very quiet, and the soft seat made Lu Mingfei feel his whole body sinking in, and he couldn't help but relax, but the black card in his hand reminded him that his task today was still very heavy.

He never thought that spending money would one day become a task. Lu Mingfei casually flipped through the list of items in the auction. They were all in Chinese, but he didn't know what they meant when they were put together.

The gaudy plates of the Qing Dynasty, abstract paintings by a modern artist whose name I have never heard of, statues that look like monsters in Silent Hill, and cylindrical objects of unknown use taken out of ancient tombs...

"That's the jade plug used to block the seven orifices in ancient China." Pointing to the jade cylindrical object, Ander said, "People at that time believed that there was a breath in the corpse, and if the seven orifices were blocked, it would not be discouraged. "

"This thing is still stuffed in the nose." Lu Mingfei turned the page with some disgust, but heard Ander continue to say: "Of course not, it is used to stuff the valley road."

"Ah..." Lu Mingfei added strange knowledge to his young head: "The ancients were quite good at playing."

"Maybe it wasn't the ancient people. This thing can appear here, but it is related to those pseudo-dragons. Maybe it was stuffed into the ass of a fourth-generation species back then." Ander shrugged. Because of the cocooning mechanism of the dragon race, It is difficult to kill. After some weak dragons were caught in ancient times, they would be sealed by people at that time in various ways, and the jade plug may be part of a certain sealing ceremony.

Lu Mingfei raised his head blankly at this moment: "Is this related to the Dragon Clan?"

"Of course, boy," Ender pointed down, "see that group of guys who are dressed like the old hats of the last century? The mixed races in the United States are such guys, and their minds will always stay in the 50s .”

Lu Mingfei heard some students from the United States talk about the mixed-race families in the United States. Most of them were descendants of the declining mixed-race families in Europe. They had no power and came to the United States alone to make a living. , Lived a licentious life on his own plantation.

Most of the black students at Cassel College traced back upwards and found an ancestor who was a slave on a plantation. Thanks to this group of people, the number of mixed races in the United States has greatly increased.

"This group of people are idiots who are unwilling to help. They have no power to control the world of mixed races, and now they have no power to control the politics of the United States." Ender's finger slid across a person's head, as if mocking their ignorance: "You can only Wearing clothes from the old days, nostalgic for the good old days.”

"That's why it's true that you can't be rich for three generations. I'm a hero, and my son is a coward." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei with a smile, and then said: "But don't be sad, to a large extent, I A hero is for his son not to be a hero anymore."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the mixed races sitting on the seats below the stage. Looking down from the top, their figures were so small, as small as Lego figures in a toy store, and their elegant behavior was reflected in the At this time, it seems that there is another layer of funny meaning.

"But it's different now, isn't it, Uncle De?" Lu Mingfei was silent for a while and said, "The end of the world is coming soon. Even if I'm a coward, I have to become a hero, right?"

Ander smiled, didn't speak, just put away the product catalog in his hand, and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder: "You have to know, it's not a kind of luck or metaphysics that heroes come out of troubled times, it's just that there is something in the most difficult situation. It's just that the capable person has been exposed, so don't put too much pressure on yourself, maybe when the time comes, the Black King will be resurrected, and then he will be killed by a nuclear bomb."

Lu Mingfei showed a helpless smile. Just how powerful the Black King is is an important topic for the secret party to discuss. According to ancient myths and records, this thing is just like Deathwing, and it will be a catastrophe if you move it. .

Perhaps the first thing the black king did after his resurrection was to fly over Australia, and then roar: "I am the cataclysm!"

"Uncle De, how powerful is the Black King?" Lu Mingfei asked this question. He also wanted to know what Ander, the highest combat power of the secret party, thought of the Black King.

Ender was silent for a while, then tapped his fingers on the armrest and said, "You know, every dragon king wants to devour other brothers and sisters, but what is urging them behind?"

"Could it be that..." Lu Mingfei felt a chill all over his body.

Ender nodded: "They may have been worried about the resurrection of the Black King, and they want to gain strength by devouring other Dragon Kings to fight against them."

"This is too ridiculous. Why can't the Dragon King cooperate again to defeat the Black King?" Lu Mingfei was very dissatisfied with Ander's conjecture. Obviously, this conjecture could not convince him, but Ander didn't care, and turned his attention to The auction venue below: "It's meaningless to say such a thing. I can tell you that the black king can destroy the solar system with one blow, but you can only know how strong it is after fighting."

The auction below has already started during the chat between the two. The first lot is an abstract art painting that Lu Mingfei can't understand. There are countless black spots on the huge white canvas like a Dalmatians. The canvas looks at least It is three meters high and ten meters wide. Fortunately, the auction house was originally a stage, otherwise it would not be possible to move it up.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei looked at the participants who were actively bidding, and it was Monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out: "Elementary school students draw better than this."

"That's because you are on the top. If you look at it from the bottom, this painting is still very shocking." Ender spread his hands and said, "Because the canvas is very large, it looks very handsome and can take up more space."

"The most important thing is to be modern enough and artistic enough," Ender said indifferently: "And the group of people below need such things to support the scene."

Sure enough, that weird abstract painting was auctioned off by a man at a high price of 300 million, which made Lu Mingfei wonder whether there was something wrong with his aesthetics.

The next lot was a vase from the Qing Dynasty. According to Ander, it was considered a high-quality product, but it was too crafty and lacking in aura, so it was not the best kind. However, with a simple patriotism, Lu Mingfei I raised my hand once, and finally spent 300 million to photograph this vase.

"Uncle De, I have a question." Lu Mingfei turned his head quietly and looked at Ander with a smirk on his face: "Is this price a bit inflated?"

(End of this chapter)