Dragon Race: Dragon of Eternal Time

Chapter 105

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zihang turned around and opened the door of the closet. A black golf bag more than one meter long lay quietly in the corner.

Unzip the zipper, and what's inside is not a golf club, but a black samurai sword.

He raised the long knife, held the handle wrapped in shark skin, and said "Clang!", the knife came out of its sheath an inch, and a palpitating cold light splashed out. The cold knife energy was like a snake with aura, running along the wrist. Quickly wind up.

The demon sword Murasame, it is said that after killing the enemy, the blade will condense the water vapor in the air to clean the blood on the blade with raindrops, hence the name.

This knife, which should have existed only in legends, was cast by someone from alchemy recycled metal.

This is the only thing that man left to Chu Zihang, on that rainy night...

A black top-level supercar, the Maybach, was speeding on the elevated road in the white rain, and the high-speed rotating tires splashed water more than one meter high.

Chu Zihang was arguing with the man, it should be said that he was exporting unilaterally.

Chu Zihang, who was still in middle school, was like a wounded lion cub, yelling at the man driving: "You can only give birth, not raise, and the ones raised by others will only become less and less like you!"

"I...I also want to raise..." the man said dully, hesitant to speak.

Low laughter rang in his ears, Chu Zihang was taken aback, and turned to look at the man sitting in the driver's seat.

The laughter was not from a man, because at this moment his face, which had always remained indifferent, suddenly changed, becoming extremely tense, as cold and hard as steel.

In Chu Zihang's eyes, the man has become extremely strange, he has never seen a man put on such an expression.

"Tuk tuk tuk!" The car door was knocked rhythmically, and the sound was extremely dull.

"Did you hit something?" Chu Zihang leaned his head towards the car window in doubt.

You must know that the Maybach is driving at a high speed at this time, and there is no other possibility except to hit something. No one can knock on the door under this situation.

"Sit down!" The man shouted ferociously.

Chu Zihang was taken aback, and quickly sat down obediently.

The knock on the door became urgent, as if calling for death, countless black figures appeared outside the car window.

A pair of dazzling golden pupils without any emotional fluctuations penetrated the car window and stared at Chu Zihang.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, turning Chu Zihang's and the man's faces pale.The man turned his head to look at Chu Zihang, lowered his voice, and looked firmly: "Don't be afraid, son!"

The dense knocking on the door disappeared, replaced by an extremely piercing sound, and it was the black shadows scraping the window glass and the aluminum alloy body with their extremely sharp nails.

"What are they?!" Chu Zihang asked in horror.Although he didn't know what the black shadow was, he was [-]% sure that it wasn't a human being.

"Don't be afraid!" The man stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

The Maybach engine roared like a dragon, and the speed reached 180 kilometers per hour within a few seconds.

But the black shadows followed like shadows, and they couldn't get rid of them no matter what, they silently, like gods of death, stared at Chu Zihang with dazzling golden pupils, chanting words that ordinary people could not understand.

Chu Zihang curled up on the seat, his brain trembling violently, as if it would burst apart in the next second.

The nightmare-like picture in his mind flickered, and he seemed to be in an ancient dark space.

Surrounded by countless black shadows, a majestic black stone throne sits on the altar on the steps in front of him.

A young man was lying on the throne, the golden pupils in the middle of his forehead were opened, shooting out dazzling light, and a simple long sword was stuck in his chest.

Under the altar made of stone, the girls rolled, screamed, and wailed in pain, like a harbinger of childbirth.

A giant dragon flew down from the setting sun behind the throne, spread its huge black wings, and covered the sky and the sun.

The woman bound on the copper pillar slowly opened her eyes, her white hair fluttered in the wind, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down her cheeks.

……

"Ha! Ha!..." Chu Zihang regained his five senses, his body was already drenched in sweat, he slumped on the seat, panting heavily.

"Son, your bloodline has awakened." The man whispered, "Welcome to...the real world."

In the rearview mirror, Chu Zihang's dazzling golden pupils stared wide open, like a pair of copper bells.

"The real... world?" Chu Zihang turned to the man blankly.

"For you, I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune..." The man stretched out his hand and gently stroked the top of his head, with a sad expression on his face, "I left your side because I hope this day will come later..."

"What is the real world?!" Chu Zihang asked loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Are you scared to death?!"

"The world of the 'Dragon Clan'." The man whispered, his dark pupils suddenly lit up, and they were a pair of dazzling golden pupils.In those golden pupils, Chu Zihang saw himself with the same dazzling golden pupils!
"The world of 'Dragon Clan'..." Chu Zihang murmured.

"Yes, tonight, no matter what you see or hear, don't tell anyone, because no one will believe it, they will only think you are crazy." The man said, "Sometimes it is better to pretend to be drunk than sober." It's better."

"I always keep you away on purpose, so that I won't get you involved, but today I received your text message... I still can't restrain myself, and I'm here to pick you up..."

"Well, it's not a big deal. If a father wants to establish a personal image in his son's heart, he has to be a man. He never had a chance before." The man licked his lips and chattered, "These guys are going to give me a stage cow Do you want to force it? It's not bad!"

Chu Zihang didn't understand, the only thing he knew was that the man was still as verbose as ever.

The man closed his mouth and stopped talking. He held the steering wheel with both hands and stared straight ahead. There was only the mercury-like light reflected by the vast rain curtain ahead, which was a vast expanse of whiteness. They seemed to be rushing towards the boundless waves of the sea.

The sickly white palms slapped the windshield, and the blast-proof glass, which was strong enough to resist machine gun fire, vibrated violently due to the huge force, making a "bang bang" sound.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled out a dark, umbrella-like long object from the car door.

Chu Zihang saw clearly that it was not an umbrella, but a knife.

A slender samurai sword.He had only seen it in books and magazines, and with the scabbard alone, he couldn't be sure if it was genuine, and he was a little surprised.

The knife slid out of its sheath, the blade shining like a cold pool.

"Yaodao Murura, it was cast for the purpose of beheading!" The corner of the man's mouth curled up proudly.

Chu Zihang was stunned.

In his eyes, a man is just a mediocre person, a good-for-nothing driver who picks up his boss with a smile on his face, and even an incompetent husband and father.

But at this moment, he was holding a knife in his hand, and the aura of the knife was awe-inspiring, and the aura exuding from him was also as awe-inspiring as a knife. He could tell that it was definitely a real thing!

(End of this chapter)