Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

The frightening and angry thunder gradually dissipated.

The heavy rain falls again, and the fog rises.

The asphalt road surface melted by the high temperature is revealed.

The black shadow that was originally biting behind like a hyena was turned into a blackened carbonized tissue in the terrifying thunder. It exuded a stench in the rain and fog and dispersed with the wind.

Like God sending judgment to cleanse away the filth.

"Good boy, this kind of power... is much more spectacular than my Time Zero!"

The veins in the man's hand holding the steering wheel burst out. His eyes full of surprise moved away from the rearview mirror and looked at the endless elevated road again.

If the previous Maybach was forced to embark on this road of no return, then now he is impatient to drive this black beast to the finish line.

At this time, the Maybach's speed reached the limit. In one second, it covered a distance of tens of meters, almost turning into black lightning passing through the rain curtain.

But even so, he was still able to hold on to the reins of this ferocious beast, as if the terrifying speed was nothing more than that in his eyes.

——His pupils were glowing with gold, flowing with hot lava.

Chu Zihang on the side was holding his head and huddled up in pain.

"Is it spiritual vision? With such a strong reaction, I have been praying that this day... would come later."

The man freed up a hand, squeezed Chu Zihang's palm, and said in a complex tone: "I hope it is not a high-risk word spirit like the little monster above my head. The more dangerous that kind of power is, the more unfortunate it is."

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Zihang slowly raised his head, as if waking up from a lifetime-long nightmare.

I can’t describe the feeling. It’s like a person who has been nearsighted for many years puts on glasses. The world suddenly becomes extremely clear, and his vision, hearing and even sense of smell are awakened.

"What's going on?" Chu Zihang's face turned pale, he looked at the man blankly and asked, "Are we going to die?"

"No, son, you won't die." The man reached out and gently touched the top of his head. He couldn't tell whether it was concern or sadness, "You just saw the real world."

"The real...world?"

"Yes, the real world."

The man took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "Actually, I would rather you live in an unreal world. That might make you happier and safer, so I always want to stay away from you, so that I won't involve you..."

"As a result, after receiving your text message today, I couldn't help but come to pick you up."

As he spoke, he looked up at the rearview mirror inside the car, trying to see how the last person in the trio would react.

As a result, a pair of golden eyes filled with curiosity and solemnity met a pair of black eyes filled with tragedy and confusion.

"You don't have the 'spiritual vision' effect?"

The man was also stunned for a moment, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Then how do you get on such a good terms with that little monster?"

"Spiritual vision? Speech spirit?" Lu Mingfei's voice trembled, and he was about to cry without tears, "What is out there, are you... killing people? What on earth is going on!?"

He just saw Senior Brother Jiang cut open the bodies of more than a dozen "people" with his own eyes! !

This way of killing... and this man, and the whole world... are they all crazy?

Chu Zihang didn't understand either. He thought the man was probably scared out of his wits, otherwise he would be full of nonsense.

"No, those are deadpools, not people, have no civil rights, and the law will not protect them."

The man looked at Lu Mingfei and said in a deep voice: "What they chant is the dragon text. Dragon blood descendants will resonate with the dragon text, which will produce the effect of 'spiritual vision' and see the dragon text appear in their minds."

"As for the 'word spirit', it is a supernatural ability used by dragon blood descendants by chanting dragon inscriptions. The little monster above uses the word spirit, at least the dangerous word spirit after serial number 89!"

Hearing this, Chu Zihang's brain began to feel a dull pain again.

The messy blue-purple lines look like countless snakes twisting, like the hieroglyphics on the ancient stone tablets. They come alive and dance like elves.

——This is "Dragon Literature", the language of the Dragon Clan, which can touch the power of "rules".

"Is it...really?"

Chu Zihang looked at the man next to him in disbelief.

The middle-aged loser who usually kowtows to the rich and leads the way unexpectedly has such a secret.

"Once a daddy, always a daddy. A daddy is still a daddy, not a monster."

The man glanced at Chu Zihang and immediately understood the fear in his son's eyes: "Don't worry, son, in fact, your father and I are very capable, but I don't show my real face..."

If a father wants to establish a personal image in his son's mind, he needs to be more manly, but he has never had the opportunity before.

And now, this opportunity has come.

The man licked his lips and smiled: "Are those guys going to give me a stage to show off in front of my son? That's not bad either!"

Although the "Abraham Bloodline Contract" prohibits the disclosure of relevant information about the dragon clan to ordinary people, at this time, let alone the overlord clause, even Angers didn't care if he came to chop him with a knife.

But Chu Zihang could see that the man was not relaxed at all.

His face was covered with sweat, his hands holding the steering wheel were shaking slightly, his body was bent like a beast ready to explode at any time, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

But the poor boy still looked dull.

He thought that the dark figures outside were just singing, and at most they were tone-deaf.

"Dragon? Dragon writing? Do dragons also write? How can there be such a thing in the world? Is this the setting of the new version of "Dragon Quest"? Can you stop joking like this at this time?"

Lu Mingfei's face twitched and he said with a sad face: "How did I travel here? Can you give me a time and space portal to go back first? I'm just an ordinary person!!"

It was obviously just a dream, but why did it feel like the world had changed?

"Ordinary people?" The man shook his head, "Dragon blood descendants will naturally gather together. This is determined by genes. Since you can become friends with that little monster, there is a high probability that you are not ordinary..."

"Wait a minute! Why does it sound more and more familiar to me?"

Before the man could finish speaking, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain: "'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure'? The mutual attraction between the substitute and the substitute, right! So uncle, are you also a chef?"

The man was confused when he heard this. He was about to say something more when he heard a knock on the roof of the car.

"Stop talking nonsense."

With the wind screaming in my ears, a voice as cold as ice entered the car: "Where is this place? How do we get out of here?"

"If I guessed correctly, this should be the 'Country of the Dead' Nibelungen."

The man still stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly, saying in a solemn tone: "For thousands of years, alchemists have tried hard to find it. I didn't expect a few illiterate people to come in. Maybe if you keep driving forward, you can see the end. ?”

Keep moving forward until the end of this world?

"I'm afraid the master of this world won't agree, right?"

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