Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 148 Facing fate politely

"I'm not very good at hitting, please let me go." Fingel hit a "[-]".

"I'm not very lucky recently, I don't have any cards for what I want, senior brother, let me go." Nuonuo said politely. .

"I'm getting old, I can't play cards anymore." The croupier in the dark brown linen sighed hoarsely, full of melancholy that Qianlang died on the beach.

"Hey, what's the situation with the green tea smell on your table? Playing mahjong is also a showmanship, right?" Lu Mingfei stared.

Three people and a croupier gathered on the platform. The platform is extremely old, with a concrete floor and green tiles on the corners. The whitewashed walls are peeling off badly. There are several shocking big characters painted in red on it - "Fu Shou Ridge Station," with the date beside it, 1977.

The platform was lit only by a single incandescent lamp, covered with cobwebs.

Under the pale light, four people gathered around a mahjong table.

A ghostly title scene.

"Speaking of which place did you choose?" Nuonuo looked around and couldn't help shrinking his neck, "This place is overqualified for shooting ghost movies."

"Nibelungen, Nibelungen, junior sister, you are the first woman ever to play mahjong in Nibelungen." Fingel pushed the cards and said with a happy smile, "Sorry, I'm so stupid!"

Nuonuo also stared and said, "Don't you know how to fight? And what kind of dialect do you have?"

"No way, do you believe what you say for fun? Junior sister, you can't take what a man says on the bed or on the mahjong table seriously." Fingel looked deeply.

"Huo Huo, that's really good." The croupier's laugh was deep and hoarse, matching its inhuman appearance, with its nine curved cervical vertebrae, it was creepy.

Nuonuo covered her face and said, "Why am I playing mahjong with a weasel queen?"

"It's all right, isn't your fiancé's speech spirit Kamaitachi? After all, we are all one family." Fingel comforted, "Speaking of which, Junior Sister, you should agree to Caesar's marriage proposal, right?"

"...Well, I agreed." Nuonuo recalled the night when he met Xia Mi not long ago.

"That's no wonder, those who are proud in love will be frustrated in the casino." Lu Mingfei shrugged and said, "Senior Sister, I need your help with something."

"Help you big-headed ghost!" Nuonuo glared at this guy angrily.

This guy doesn't know what's going on. After a summer vacation, he became mysterious. Not only did he cooperate with Finger and Chu Zihang to cover up a pure-blooded dragon, but he also brought her to this Nibelungen. .

She thought this guy was going to come here to give a good explanation.

But after getting off the train, the croupier sat in front of the mahjong table, inviting them to take a seat. She had already put on a fighting posture, ready to explode the nine heads of this ugly monster, but the two generals beside her, one on the left and one on the right, stood up. Her arms carried her to the mahjong table.

So far, not only have there been no explanations, but she has been asked for help as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Senior Sister, calm down." Lu Mingfei was rubbing mahjong in his hand, "This busyness has something to do with the boss, and it also has something to do with you. Senior Sister, you'd better listen."

"Don't you think you should give me an explanation first?" Nuonuo frowned to calm down.

Does this guy know what a pure-blooded dragon that looks like a dragon king represents? !

She also lost her mind and went crazy before, but for some strange reason, she didn't report to the academy immediately!
"Of course you can. Then, Senior Sister, do you believe what you see or what you hear?"

"...Of course I believe what I see with my own eyes."

"Then use profiling on me."

Nuonuo was stunned and didn't play the cards in his hand.

What the hell, both of them asked to profile themselves?

Profiling is an act of spying on other people’s privacy. It can probe into a person’s heart through a little clue. No one likes their private domain to be invaded by strangers, even friends and lovers.

"Under normal circumstances, Senior Sister, it is impossible for you to profile me, but this time is an exception. To be honest, Senior Sister, you should have felt it to some extent, right? Your ability has long been beyond the scope of profiling." Lu Mingfei Look up, "The principal said that your ability is a super profile, a kind of insight that cannot be explained until now, but this kind of inexplicability is only in the cognitive category of human beings."

After a short silence, Nuonuo whispered: "What do you want to say? You might as well just say it."

"Things that science can't explain, we can use other fields to explain." Lu Mingfei explained, "In the dragon world, super intuition exists, intuition and insight beyond common sense, and the essence comes from the particularity of the soul. In other words, Senior Sister, you have a problem with your soul."

"...soul?" Nuonuo asked blankly, "You mean the twenty-one-gram thing?"

At the beginning of the [-]th century, someone repeatedly conducted human experiments. With the participation of volunteers, he detected that every deceased person would lose [-] grams of weight three minutes after death. He finally believed that the "soul" of human beings is a An extremely small amount of "material particles" that will dissipate with the death of the human body.

And its weight is twenty-one grams.

The world of dragons is indeed unscientific, but Nuonuo never believed that there is such an illusory thing as a soul, just like no one in Kassel believes that there is really reincarnation, the underworld.

"I can't use science to explain this thing..." Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a headache, "You should just treat it as a 'language spirit', a very special language spirit."

"This is my word spirit?" Chen Motong was stunned. Although her bloodline rating was A-level, she was one of the few hybrids in the school who had not yet awakened her word spirit.

"Yes! You can amplify your insight and intuition in a short period of time through this ability, at the cost of consuming mental power. So every time you overdraw it, you will have a splitting headache, and it will take several days to recover." Lu Mingfei was determined. road.

"Why...you know so clearly?" Chen Motong asked softly.

Whether it is concluded that this is her speech spirit, or the detailed understanding of her profile, it has exceeded her comprehension.

"Because you told me these things yourself." Lu Mingfei smiled.

"...Did I tell you myself?" Chen Motong put down the mahjong tiles, covered his head with his hands, and said irritably, "What the hell are you talking about? Stop messing around with me, just say it."

"I told you, senior sister, will you believe me?" Lu Mingfei said softly, "Let's see for yourself, and see what I have experienced."

Chen Motong was about to say something, but suddenly froze.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, the sound of the sharp claws rubbing against the iron sword was not pleasant, and the roaring bell came from a distant place...

she saw...

It was a long night that was almost eternal, destined to have no dawn...

The wasteland under the moon and the dark shadow of the church in the distance, countless human beings with torches running around the wasteland, the fire cannot illuminate their faces, their faces are hidden in the shadows, they chase and drive away the fleeing figures under the moon , the moon is incredibly big, and half of it sinks below the horizon...

Do not!
Those who hold the torches are not human!
Their hands have scales that reflect fire, and they are dragons!
Suddenly she couldn't see anything, and fell into a palpitating darkness.

In the darkness, a pair of golden pupils engraved with the scene of the end times slowly opened.

Those eyes reflected a flame-like light, filled with pain and despair.

She stood there blankly, and saw countless familiar but unfamiliar figures in those eyes.

They held up their torches.

They are dusty.

They trek.

They faltered.

They roared and fought...

Those figures fell beside her one by one, and the blood gushed out and stained the ground beneath her feet, but could not stain the vast sky above her head.

Looking back at the last moment of their lives, those familiar and unfamiliar faces made Chen Motong scream in horror and tremble from his soul.

They are Susie, they are Lancelot, they are the vice-principal, and they are Professor Manstein...

There are countless people she knows well!

What on earth is this...? !Hallucination? !It must be an illusion!

She turned around in a panic, trying to find the flaws in this illusion, but she couldn't notice anything wrong, and everything really terrified her.

She fell into a clearer profile than ever before!

The essence of profiling is substitution!Substitute the perspective of the person involved, replace him on the level of time and space, and see what the person did at that time!
If she is really in a profiling state now, then she must have replaced someone, watching what happened that year from his perspective, who is this person, and he is...

She froze suddenly.

He lowered his head at an extremely slow speed, looking at his muddy hands.

It was a man's hand.

Nuonuo turned her head abruptly.

She vaguely felt a person standing behind her.

It was a blurred figure that traveled through time and space and stayed here.

That figure stood alone here, looking into the distance, like a statue with profound meaning.

He didn't look at her.

He was looking at the wilderness under the moon, at the church standing majestically on the cliff covered with blood, and at the endless night that was so long that it could not be seen...

The last long bell ringing echoed in their ears. The giant dragon roared on the top of the mountain, announcing the opening of a new era. They seemed to hear the reverberation of a jackknife falling to the ground...

At that moment, there seemed to be countless music sounds.

It seems that in the depths of the forest tens of thousands of years ago, fireflies are flying all over the sky, and the elves are singing ancient dirges, the loneliness and sadness soaked in time are as heavy as mountains.

An embankment of grief overwhelmed the girl.

……

……

"Sorry! Tianhu!" Lu Mingfei smiled and pushed the cards in front of him.

"You goddamn fool! I'm Zhuang, you bastard!" Fingel covered his face, "Why do you, an authentic Chinese, know more about mahjong than I do?"

"Ah? Isn't that bullshit?" Lu Mingfei looked blank, "We've always fought like this."

"Nonsense! Tianhu means that the dealer wins the cards in the first round. In this hand, I am the dealer and you are the player. This is called Dihu!"

"You don't care, I'm crazy anyway!" Lu Mingfei stared, and began to roll his sleeves, "Why, do you want to take money from me?"

Finger sneered three times on the spot, and said disdainfully: "I'm not only relying on your money, I still owe you money and haven't paid it back."

"My fist is hard!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help clenching his fist.

"It's not enough for a man to just punch hard." Fingel tactfully persuaded him with the appearance of someone who had come here, and he pointed to Nuonuo, "What's wrong with this girl, why are you still crying?"

Chen Motong was still sitting at the mahjong table, but his eyes were tightly closed, and two lines of long tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Entered the profile, and saw some bad things." Lu Mingfei said lightly, "There are some things that will never be as shocking as witnessing them with your own eyes. Of course, only the ability of senior sisters can see things that do not belong to this era. .”

Fingel rubbed the mahjong tiles without saying anything, but subconsciously recalled Chu Zihang's amazing speech that day in his mind.

The power of dragons can not only change the past, but also change the future...

It's really a great secret that I accidentally heard.

"By the way, is it necessary to choose this place to play mahjong?" Fingel glanced around, wondering.

In fact, he was quite puzzled, why he chose this place specially.

"I have to get the tail off." Lu Mingfei lowered his eyebrows and lamented, "I was born to work hard, and the young couple have all gone home to the bridal chamber, so I have to help finish it here."

"How to deal with it?" Fingel asked impatiently, "Blow up here?"

"Almost." Lu Mingfei thought for a while.

The Academy of the previous life did not see the bones of Jormungandr and Fenrir, but the extermination-level word spirit [Shiva Karma Dance] was definitely activated, the weasel group broke out, the Nibelungen hole opened, everything is doomsday It is not enough to change the result without killing the Dragon King.

It is based on this that the academy finally determined that the death of the King of the Earth and the Mountain was Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei who killed the King of the Earth and the Mountain with their own hands.

Although it may seem absurd, but after eliminating all the wrong answers, the most incredible thing left is often the correct answer.

"Wouldn't that be a big fight?" Fingel's eyes lit up.

"No, it's none of our business, the protagonist is him." Lu Mingfei pointed to the left hand side.

Fingel turned his head to look, his whole body tensed up on the spot, and he sucked in the cold air of the underground tunnel.

A dragon who looked majestic, but his eyes were naive looked at him naively.

The dragon body more than ten meters long protruded from the rock wall, and its long snake-like neck hovered in the air.

"Why is it still more than ten meters away!" Lu Mingfei also gasped, "Didn't I let you transform into a human body? I taught you everything, and you still can't learn it? Are you a pig!"

The giant dragon shrank its neck timidly, looking aggrieved.

Finger was silent for a long time, and said quietly: "I have begun to doubt the significance of the dragon slaying of the mixed-race ancestors of the past."

"Let's go, find a place to solve the stomach problem." Lu Mingfei curled his lips, waved his hands and prepared to retreat.

"Is this gone?"

"Aren't you going to save it for the New Year? You have to wait for this guy to complete his transformation into a human form before proceeding to the next step." Lu Mingfei sighed.

He carried the senior sister onto the train and put the senior sister on the car seat.

The train whistled away.

"Senior brother."

"uh-huh?"

"Can I ask a question?"

"It's easy to say, pay back the money first."

"...In the original ending, what kind of future did that silly girl and that silly boy finally usher in?"

Lu Mingfei put his hands in his pockets, and inadvertently turned his head to look at the deep tunnel behind him.

this look.

It seems to have seen a story that happened many, many years ago.

In those unknown times, a girl bought a subway ticket and came to the apple orchard at the end of Line [-]. After getting off the train, she didn't mix with the crowd, but disappeared into the deep tunnel alone.

After a long journey, she reached the center of the Nibelungen, boarded the platform, and gently stroked the dragon's brow bone.

The dragon rubbed the girl's face with the softest tongue on his body.

They couldn't hug, but they looked at each other as if they had been hugging for centuries.

It's so sad.

The beginning of the story is a lonely world far away from everyone where a brother and sister hug each other.

And the end of the story is still just two brothers and sisters, and this lonely world destroyed together with them.

As for a boy who accidentally stepped into the lonely inner world of a girl, on a certain day in the fall of 2010, he forever lost the possibility of leading to happiness.

After that, the boy began to care more and more about the love of a junior.

He hoped that his younger brother could find love, and was even willing to blow up other people's wedding cars for his younger brother. It seemed that only in this way could he make up for what he didn't do that night and never had the chance to do again...

Those who love each other, after all, still miss it for one reason or another.

Those seemingly unsolvable tragedies seem to tell the world the difference between reality and fairy tales.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Lu Mingfei turned his head, raised a polite middle finger to Fate, laughed loudly and said,
"I have long forgotten about this seemingly unresolved tragedy! All I remember is the infinitely brilliant future that awaits us!"

(End of this chapter)