Starting from the Dragon Tribe

After a night of purification by vegetation, the morning air was exceptionally fresh. White pigeons flew across the blue sky and landed in front of the window of the dormitory building, making a cooing sound that made someone irritated.

Fingel frowned and covered his head with the quilt, wanting to continue his sweet dream, but the next moment he strangely lifted the quilt, squinted at the bottom of the bed, rubbed his eyes again, and doubted whether he was there. I didn’t wake up from the dream.

Junior brother Lu actually got up!

He's wearing his school uniform!

He still has a textbook in his hand!

He's going to class! ?

Or alchemical chemistry class! ?

A series of shocks made Fingel wake up instantly, and he said with some hysteria: "Junior brother...are you...going to class?"

Lu Chen nodded, "Otherwise."

"We agreed to stay with my senior brother till eternity together, but why don't we fail the exam together?"

Fingel said weakly.

Lu Chen was angry and funny, and said, "Who wants to live forever with you? Besides, my assignment points are enough to make up for all the subjects, and I won't fail the exam."

"Yeah, but since you won't fail the class, why are you still going to class?"

Fingel was a little surprised, as if he was wondering if his junior brother had taken the wrong medicine.

"People always need to study more to be more fulfilled."

Lu Chen looked solemn.

This is a lie!

In fact, he really doesn’t want to go to the alchemy and chemistry class...

But he doesn't want to be "illiterate" anymore. Last time in the Nibelungs, he clearly realized that sometimes you just can't fight.

If Brother Chu hadn't been by his side, he might have been trapped and died in the Jin Lunga Corridor, becoming a floating corpse.

He used to hate modern technological weapons and other things, because it was those things that took away the lives of his companions and ended the era of secret blood warriors.

But now he must face the world. Although he still doesn't like these things, and he won't use firearms that are useless to him when fighting, he still needs to further understand the power of technology in this world and the mysterious power of alchemy. This will help him conquer the high-level dragon clan in the future.

It was difficult, but the person on the other side of the door who was knocking would help him.

He opened the door, looked at Chu Zihang who was ready to go, and said, "Let's go to class."

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In the dilapidated and dirty house, various expired milk and instant noodle barrels are piled in the corner, and the air exudes a "charming" smell.

A man wearing jeans and a nondescript sportswear was frantically operating on the computer.

The game on the computer is StarCraft, a real-time strategy game produced and released by Blizzard Entertainment in 1997. Its popularity has been enduring and it is the love of many e-sports players.

This man can be considered a master at this. Only seventeen minutes into the game, he has already pushed the opponent to only the main base. The opponent's plan to explode troops failed. It seems that everything is under his control.

Until the base exploded, he leaned back tactically and collapsed in his chair.

Then the interface cut out and he was typing on QQ.

"Hey, brother, your skills still need to be improved."

Didi Didi - "Haha, I'll try to improve next time."

Old Tang never knew what the person on the opposite side was using to play games with him, but this did not prevent him from feeling complacent at this time.

Then the two people, who were in different places, started typing on the keyboard to compete, and all kinds of nonsense flew everywhere.

Suddenly, a browser window popped up on the screen in front of the man. He was stunned for a moment and replied in the QQ window, "If something happens, let's chat back."

Then I closed QQ and opened the on-site letter.

Hunter website.

The man's name is Ronald Tang, and everyone calls him Old Tang. He has no education. He dropped out of high school and lives in a slum area of ​​Brooklyn. Originally, people like him should be eating on the roadside and waiting to die, but in fact, other than him The living environment is a bit messy due to my own living habits, but it is usually quite comfortable.

Because he also has an additional job income, he is a bounty hunter.

Usually, I mainly take jobs that have weird rumors and no one dares to take them, and earn bounties.

At first he was very scared of the first mission, but at that time he was almost starving to death on the street, so he just wanted to starve the brave ones to death and starve the timid ones to death. He gritted his teeth and picked up the ones who went to the grave. live.

As a result, he ran down and walked around. Hey, nothing happened. He opened the coffin of the tomb owner with a small screwdriver and a small hammer. After picking up the compass designated by his employer, he also searched for a few orbs. , I became rich overnight after I came back.

Tasting the sweetness, he became familiar with it once and twice, and gradually began to hang out on the hunter website. Now he is considered a well-known figure in some fields in the industry.

It's strange to say that although his life has not been so smooth in his life, his life seems to be very tough. No one dares to go to the cemeteries where Zongzi is said to be, but nothing happened to him after he went there.

He has also been to various dangerous places where there are rumors of strange events happening, and it feels like a trip home.

He browsed the content of the letter on the site. It was a private letter, and his employer assigned him a task.

The person who sent this letter also specially added a background to the letter. It was a mottled bronze wall with complicated patterns on it, which looked very period.

"Mysterious."

Old Tang muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then he browsed it roughly, and it seemed that he was asked to go to an underwater tomb in a great Eastern country to fight upside down and get something his employer wanted.

He wanted to refuse this mission at first. Although he was very comfortable in various dangerous places with strange rumors, there was only one kind of job that he refused to accept.

That is the underwater tomb. Perhaps he has an inexplicable inner rejection of the existence of the underwater cemetery, but more importantly, he feels that the risk of going into the water is too great.

If there really were supernatural events in this world, he felt that it would not be very scary based on his own experience, but the underwater cemetery was different.

If one doesn't do it right, he may be buried under the water on a physical level.

Just as he was about to close the page, he happened to reach the bottom of the task, and his hand suddenly stopped again.

What is displayed there is the task reward.

Thirty million dollars!

Old Tang was immediately stunned.

What kind of tomb is this? They said they wanted me to steal some ancient knives, but what kind of ancient knives were they and could they be worth so much?

Is Moye the go-getter in Chinese myths and legends?

He looked at the background picture of the letter at this time, and suddenly had an illusion that the complicated patterns on the bronze wall seemed to come alive, and the monster with a snake head and body seemed to be dancing an ancient dance, spitting out snake letters, like The devil is deceiving people.

It's like an invitation from hell.

A sudden chill enveloped Old Tang, making him shiver unconsciously. The chill seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart, and its source was the netherworld.

For some reason, there was a voice in his heart telling him not to accept this mission.

...But there is still a voice that is tempting him to accept this task, as if it is a fate that he should accept.

No, maybe he was overthinking it, just because he couldn't take his eyes away from the 30 million US dollars mission reward.

Thirty million!

As long as he completes this task, he will have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.

He once chatted with a netizen and said that he would take him to visit New York in a shabby bus, but if he was rich, he could drive a supercar.

His hand holding the mouse trembled as he moved towards the accept task button at the end of the letter. The moment he clicked on it, he seemed to hear a sharp sneer in the air, like a devil taking pleasure in a lamb taking the bait.

For a moment, Old Tang regretted it, but once you accept a mission from the hunter website, you cannot return it. No matter whether the mission is successful or not, you have to complete the mission. If you breach the contract, you must pay double the deposit as liquidated damages.

At this time, he received a text message on his mobile phone, saying that the 10 million deposit for the mission had been received. Even through the screen of his mobile phone, Old Tang seemed to be able to feel the weight. It was not so much the weight of money as it was the weight of his soul. The weight... He always felt like he had sold his soul in that moment.

"Papa -"

Old Tang gently patted his face to wake himself up, thinking that he must have stayed up late and played too many games recently, causing him to feel a little dizzy.

Isn't it just a watery grave? With my evil-proofing physique, I can easily catch it, and according to my employer, I will be provided with the most advanced diving equipment to support me.

Old Tang thought this way...until he felt a little regretful when he faced the huge bronze door under the deep water.

Following his employer's instructions, he took out his own blood that had been prepared in advance, accumulated the injection, and smeared the blood on the bronze door. This ancient door actually opened to him.

Through the light of the diving light, he saw the endless darkness inside. The vast and primitive atmosphere seemed to come from the abyss, and the deepest black seemed to be able to swallow the light.

At this moment, he really wanted to retreat, but he couldn't help it at this time. The water flow poured into this magnificent bronze city and sucked him in. He was extremely weak in front of the mighty force of nature.

"Knife, knife, knife."

Old Tang muttered in a low voice that this tomb was bigger than he thought. He had also been to the Egyptian pyramids, but in terms of size, the underwater bronze tomb in front of him shocked him more.

In his mind, what kind of noble person is capable of carving a bronze palace into the mountain?

I have long heard that the ancient emperors of this country were very lavish, but this ostentation must be too big. I really don’t know how many people will die to build this thing.

He walked around the Bronze City, looking for the box that the donor had described to him. He thought that if he couldn't find anything for another ten minutes, he would leave. This place felt more evil than any place he had ever been to.

This was a reason for his retreat. In such a big place, finding a box within ten minutes using a diving light alone was simply a fantasy. But he felt that since he was in, it was unjustifiable not to try to look for it. Once he finds it, he can become rich overnight.

Time passed by, and Old Tang would glance at his diving watch from time to time, like a student waiting for get out of class to end. When the pointer turned to the top again, Old Tang felt relieved.

If you don't find it, then you don't find it. The deposit will be refunded to them, and everything will be fine for you.

But just as he turned around, he suddenly felt that he had kicked something, which hurt his feet.

He pointed the diving light under him and found that it turned out to be a long box... It seemed to look similar to what his employer had described.

Damn it!

It was clear that he had treasure equivalent to 30 million US dollars before him, but at this moment he did not feel any joy of getting rich. He felt something was wrong.

He felt like everything that happened recently was like a pair of invisible hands pushing him behind his back, and no one knew where his destination was.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and leaned over to touch the long box. The moment his hand touched the box, he felt like an electric shock. He was in a trance for a moment and saw many magical and ethereal illusions.

"elder brother."

Old Tang woke up suddenly, jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, pulled out the tactical spur from his back, and scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

It sounded like a little boy's voice, and the tone was full of nostalgia.

But here is a bronze cemetery hundreds of meters underwater. How could there be a little boy and call him brother! ?

For a moment, Old Tang thought of many strange stories on hunter website forums. In some weird cemeteries, people would have hallucinations, hear the tenderness of beauties, gasping and moaning, and see ancient beauties wearing transparent gauze kissing themselves. After coming up, the inverter gradually becomes obsessed with the scenes of sex and bathing, releasing his essence, and eventually never wakes up again.

Old Tang used to think that the hunters on the forum were all bragging because he had never seen any supernatural events, but today he believed it.

But the damn thing is, why do other people's hallucinations show beauties in transparent gauze, seducing and shouting "Come and have fun", but when it comes to me, it's a little boy calling me brother! ?

Could it be that there is something wrong with my sexual orientation deep down in my heart? ?

Old Tang shook his head quickly to suppress this terrifying suspicion, and then became furious again. He thought to himself that the ghosts here look down on people and think that I, Ronald Tang, am someone else! ?

Even if you want to confuse me with fantasy, please let the group of ancient beauties in transparent gauze test me, okay?

"Bah, bah, calm down."

Old Tang kept secretly complaining about his bad luck, thinking why his recent random thoughts were so out of tune. It was probably because he had been having too much fun with that netizen who loved to talk nonsense recently.

His voice was transmitted through the empty Bronze City and echoed back to his ears, making him feel chilled inexplicably.

Not daring to think too much for a moment, he picked up the heavy long box and tied it to his back with a rope, and started running. He wanted to get out of this hellish place quickly.

"elder brother."

The little boy's voice sounded again, still so kind, but to Old Tang it sounded like a seductive ghost.

He ran like a desperate man, and when he got nervous, he began to say bad words: "I beg you, Mr. Ghost, I just entered by mistake. I took some worthless things to support my family. Isn't it weird?"

"elder brother."

Old Tang was so anxious that he almost burst into tears. He thought to himself that this ghost must be sick. Even if he wants to scare me, don't do it like this. Or did you mean that I didn't understand what I just said?

He remembered that the little boy's voice was in Chinese and what he just said was in English, so he repeated what he just said in broken Chinese.