When the mysterious revival collides with the global martial arts awakening

The black business car was driving on the road and under the watchful eyes of Linglong City, it drove into the mountains.

The towering and verdant mountains gazed at them solemnly and welcomed them dignifiedly, just as they had welcomed every hero before.

Yuan Shangcao, Qiu Yueming and Li Lanxiang sat in the last row.

Yuan Shangcao: "Did Wang Xiang say anything before he died?"

Chen Jing: "When we found you, his body was already stiff."

Qiu Yueming clenched his fists.

“I don’t understand, if anyone is going to die, it can’t be Wang Xiang.

Sweet and sour pork's quick healing makes him almost invincible.

Even if he was facing Li Jieke, the leader of the Omega Organization, there was no reason for Wang Xiang to die. "

Li Lanxiang was very calm.

“I have read Wang Xiang’s autopsy report.

There were very strong fluctuations of divine energy in his body.

That energy fluctuation, carrying a very strong cursed force, was researched and experimented by the A4 Institute of Wuhun Special Warfare Research.

Repeatedly refusing almost all forms of treatment...

Wang Xiang’s death was not an accident.”

Qiu Yueming and Yuan Shangcao recalled the scene where the mysterious black shadow, or the divine seed, pierced Wang Xiang's chest.

So to speak, although the direct cause of Wang Xiang’s death was Li Jie Ke, the fundamental reason still lay in the damage done by the divine seed!

Yuan Shangcao's teeth were itching from biting them!

Then.

Two sworn enemies!

Li Jie Ke and the mysterious god species hidden in the darkness, who share the same divine seal with him!

Li Lanxiang: “There is one more thing I care about very much!

The autopsy report concluded that the martial spirit in Wang Xiang's body had disappeared.

This is an unreasonable situation, as if it was forcibly stripped away.

Just like the vicious technology that the Omega Organization once experimented with.

I suspect that Li Jie Ke extracted Wang Xiang's martial spirit."

Qiu Yueming's eyes were filled with anger.

"I will definitely avenge Wang Xiang!

I will also get Wang Xiang's things back for him!"

Zhao Luming sat in the passenger seat.

“Although the Dragon Scale Squad was disbanded for various reasons after Captain Yuan Fei’s death.

However, the dragon soul lives on forever.

Wang Xiang’s revenge is not just your business, Yueming.”

Li Lanxiang and Qiu Yueming felt a fire burning in their hearts, as if they saw the elegance of the former Dragon Scale Team.

They silently placed their right fists over their hearts.

"The dragon soul lives forever."

They didn't notice that Yuan Shangcao, who was silent at the side, also put his fist on his heart...

...

The black business car completed the solemn journey and stopped proudly in front of the Wuhun Mausoleum specially set up in the Eastern Theater Command.

Zhao Luming and others got off the car one after another, and he said in a deep voice.

“Those who have made special contributions to the Wuhun Special Operations Army can be buried here.

For Chinese soldiers, it is an honor to be buried in the Wuhun Mausoleum after death.

If Ah Xiang knew that he was buried here, he would have laughed heartlessly. "

Qiu Yueming introduced at this time.

"This is Zhao Luming, also a member of the Dragon Scale Team."

Zhao Luming: "Let's go, let's talk while we walk."

Zhao Luming led the way in front, and after walking for a distance, he felt very emotional.

“Actually, Xiaocao, your father… is our captain.

Yuan Fei. "

Yuan Shangcao: "I know, Wang Xiang told me."

Zhao Luming: "Is that so..."

Teacher Chen Jing, who had served in the Dragon Scale Squad, also came to Yuan Shangcao and put her hand on his shoulder.

Her eyes were very gentle, and one could even see a kind of maternal love.

"Actually, Xiaocao, my real name is Li Lanxiang.

He was once a mobile combat operative of the Dragon Scale Squad.

Your father Yuan Fei is our captain and the soul of our entire team.

He has risked his life countless times for us...

Wang Xiang died to protect you, so he should have no regrets.

It’s the same for us…”

Yuan Shangcao clenched his fists and nodded, and the few of them walked into the depths of the mausoleum in silence.

Zhao Luming walked to the side of the specially carved stone gate, and someone placed a prepared flower basket next to Zhao Luming.

The flower basket contained Wang Xiang’s favorite sunglasses, Mao suit, pineapple cakes, as well as some common incense and paper money.

"Let's go."

The four people walked into the stone gate, and as the solemn artificial scenery and constructions around them increased, the atmosphere became solemn.

Looking into the depths, there are stepped tombstones, neatly arranged in rows, still like soldiers about to go to war, full of passion and yet with a heavy atmosphere of desolation.

Following the wide stone road, Zhao Luming led everyone to a brand new stone tablet.

The words "Wuhun Special Forces" are engraved on it in large black, strong and powerful characters.

Next came the red regular script words "Dragon Scale Team" and the golden words "Wang Xiang".

Li Lanxiang leaned forward and gently stroked Wang Xiang's name with her fingertips. Her eyes were dim, with a hint of melancholy and deep emotion.

"No matter what, Wang Xiang's death is an unchangeable fact.

Sooner or later, the Dragon Scale Squad will be completely forgotten.

Even though we once risked our lives to protect tens of millions of people..."

Qiu Yueming and Zhao Luming's eyes showed the same confusion and sadness for a moment, but once it disappeared, no trace of it could be found anymore.

Zhao Luming said softly.

"The Dragon Scale Squad will disappear, but the Dragon Soul will not."

Yuan Shangcao walked closer and held a corner of the stone tablet with his hand.

His left hand was clenched into a fist, with veins bulging on the back of his fist.

After a moment, he finally controlled his emotions. He squatted down silently and arranged flower baskets, fruits, and sunglasses and clothes specially prepared for Wang Xiang in front of Wang Xiang's tombstone.

The Zhongshan suit was folded three times before he was satisfied and placed it in front of Wang Xiang's tombstone.

Flames began to rise with the wind.

Yuan Shangcao lit the incense, burned the banknotes, and bowed for a long time without straightening up.

Although Wang Xiang is not his biological father, he feels the care from Wang Xiang that is no different from fatherly love.

For Yuan Shangcao, Wang Xiang is a warm piece of puzzle that fills the void in his heart.

Some old injuries were healed by Wang Xiang.

But Wang Xiang’s death added new wounds to him.

Whenever he thought of this, Yuan Shangcao felt a mixture of gratitude and sadness in his heart.

Even though you and I have no blood relationship.

But for so many years, you have been protecting me secretly, and in the end you even risked your lives for me.

You treated me like a family member, so I once thought you were my father...

I finally know now.

My father is not a scumbag, he did not abandon his wife and children, he is a great hero, he is the eternal Soul Fighter!

I won't bring shame to my father! I won't let you down either!

I want to prove to my father and you that I will be just as he expected. This world is dark, but even if I am lonely, insignificant, and forgotten, I can still be the only light! !

Yuan Shangcao closed his eyes and said softly.

"Thank you, Wang Xiang."