Dragons: Lu Mingfei’s Sims

Chapter 261 The so-called road to hell (please subscribe!!!)

Across the ocean.

Kassel Campus, Chicago, USA.

"Gentlemen, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Haven't our work been developing in a healthy way? Something big has happened and I need to be called here in person."

Angers walked into the sealed 'meeting room'. Both sides of the long metal table were filled with strong men.

Like a white orangutan.

Yes, white.

Because they all wear fully enclosed biochemical protective suits, rubber boots, protective goggles, respirators, and portable oxygen tanks.

The entire conference room echoed with the heavy "inhale-exhale-inhale-exhale-" sound of the respirator.

It was as if countless evil spirits were surrounding him from all directions.

Angers thought that this place was fifty meters underground, and he wanted to punch these annoying guys one by one.

"headmaster."

One person spoke, and the other took it:
  "Death is approaching you"

"."

Angers raised his hands directly: "Okay, very good, I should say it or not, you guys are really like the pawns of the God of Death. I would like to ask how much salary he will give you, and can you still deduct money from your account? I Now I am very suspicious that all the funds approved by the school board have been used by you in irregular ways."

"Hey, hey, what do you mean by irregular!"

"I'm really looked down upon, damn it!"

The conference room immediately became agitated, like a corpse party.

Angers looked at these crazy people, veins popped up on his forehead,

In less than five minutes after entering this place, he already had the urge to punch someone twice.

"Okay gentlemen, I am in a hurry. You must know that I flew back from Paris on a special trip. Originally, I was enjoying a wonderful vacation, sitting in the audience with a young and beautiful model on my arm to watch the show."

Angers felt powerless against the brain circuits of this group of psychopaths. The moment he saw the email, he felt that the equipment department was urging him to come back and make a will.

Now he was so relaxed that he thought that this operation might be unexpectedly smooth. Their victory was determined. The equipment department had received the amazing dragon treasure brought back by the ace trio who had returned from Japan. Now the equipment department was going to deal with it. Start with this treasure and debate whether to cut it in half or try it with some salad dressing.

But soon the conference room became quiet. These crazy people looked at me and I looked at you, then lowered their heads in silence, their eyes and expressions hidden under their masks.

There was only the whirring ghostly voice chasing after the soul.

Well, my heart that had just been relieved was once again hanging on.

"vice director?"

Angers began to call the names, as if he were being called by the Lord of Hell.

A chubby white orangutan stood up:

"Good evening, dear Mr. Principal."

"."

The principal's face was expressionless.

"cough."

Karl coughed dryly, realizing that pretending to be silly and saying hello didn't work anymore.

"To make a long story short, we now have a big discovery, an amazing discovery!"

"What is it?"

"sound."

"That audio?"

"No, that piece of audio is out of date. We have obtained a new piece of audio. Through comparative analysis, the abnormal sound contained in it can now be put on the dragon embryo." He is indeed the deputy director.

Vat Alheim means "the land of dwarfs" in Norse mythology. Legend has it that the world's top dwarf craftsmen live there. The weapons of the gods are made by them. The Equipment Department named their underground base after this. It can be seen that Their 'pretentiousness'.

Now the deputy director has even more amazing courage to say such a bombshell so calmly.

It's almost comparable to the BJ Dragon Slaying incident a few months ago.

Angers clearly remembered that most of the mixed-race heirs from North America, Europe, Asia and Africa were lost in it, and the remaining guys all respected Lu Mingfei. The number of flowers anonymously sent to Kassel every day was so large that The nursery in the school became wary.

".I hope you are not mistaken."

Angers also became serious, and an audio message soon sounded in the conference room.

Compared to a few days ago, the sounds in the deep sea really hit my ears, and the sounds have grown louder.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong. It seemed like something was pumping.

Shen Xiong was powerful, like a tattooed barbarian beating the drum to declare war on an ancient battlefield.

"heartbeat."

"Yes, heartbeat."

Everyone was a professional, not to mention that Angers had a doctorate in medicine, so they recognized it immediately, without even trying.

"This is the heartbeat of a dragon. Fortunately, we did not find any traces of the giant. In other words, it may be just an embryo. The embryo on the sunken ship. I mean, the cargo on the ship of the 'Lenin' It is very likely that it was the dragon embryo that broke into the Japanese waters many years ago against orders and eventually sank here."

Angers listened to the report, and the folding knife slipped from the cuff of his sleeve into his hand at some point. The veins on that old hand were exposed, like a soldier hearing the horn of war.

"It seems like we made a good move by sending the ace trio."

He was already thinking about sending an email later, making sure they really took it seriously.

"Go on, you can speak freely."

Angers knocked on the table, the sound was not loud, but it seemed to hit everyone's heart.

This bunch of lunatics immediately obeyed.

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"There is such a road in mythology. Izanagi once followed this road to go to the underworld to save his wife. That is the so-called Road to the Underworld. It is a deep, dark, cold, extremely long road, and is a taboo. Road is a metaphor for 'seeing God', so the fierce ghosts use 'Road to the Underworld' to allude to evolution."

The head of the Feng Mo family gave a low explanation, which left Lu Mingfei speechless.

Isn’t this the ‘road to becoming a god’?

I understand, it seems that this can be interpreted into various versions according to the myths and legends of different regions.

"Legend has it that even if mortals can find the road, [-] out of a thousand people will walk into the maze of the netherworld and be trapped in it forever. They are ghosts and Deadpool. The remaining one is the determined one. People can distinguish the real path from thousands of paths, but there is no trace of information in ancient documents. It is like a random problem, such as the test of the Sphinx in ancient Egyptian mythology. He asked the traveler how many grains of sand there were in the desert beneath his feet.”

The head of the Feng Mo family said seriously: "This is bullshit. I can't remember the answer now. Maybe the traveler casually said whether there are as many stars in the sky or as water droplets in the sea. In short, it's bullshit."

"You want to say that this is just like the lives of the 'Sakurai Akira' we have in our hands. So far, there is no data to support the second half."

Masamune Tachibana changed the nonsense to the freezing cold of winter, and his tone was so cold that the brazier in the room couldn't even warm up:
  "Unsolved mysteries, nonsense, and idiots' dreams. No matter what the reason is, the road to hell is there, and the devils will not give up easily because of such a trivial matter.
  "Everyone, we are in the same situation now! The only and correct road we have left now has no hope at all. In other words, we are also walking on a 'road to hell'!"

Tachibana Masamune sighed.

Everyone looks serious, the chill of late autumn has come too late, it is already early winter.

Unconsciously, the sound of rain outside became quieter.

But the chill hasn't abated.

Looking around, Lu Mingfei saw the girl's wide-eyed eyes and beaming with joy. There were a few big words written clearly on the notebook she held in her arms:

"Sakura, it's snowing! (Happy smiley face!)"

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