I am not a half-breed who masters the Eight Wonders

It's not so much a number as a generalization, an empty concept, which stands for...

"does not exist"!

"Stop! Can't go any further!"

He jumped to the side of the car door, actually wanting to jump out of the moving train directly!

At this time, he finally heard the strange noise just now.

That's the sound of a car engine!

There was a bright light in the tunnel behind, and then there was a "boom"!

A scarred Maybach with its headlights on, roaring loudly, came along the track at high speed and crashed into the train.

The train shook and slowed down, and began to slide slowly. Chu Zihang and Gu Bei hurriedly lowered their center of gravity to prevent falling.

The wind whistled in Chu Zihang's ears. It didn't seem like he was gliding, but he seemed to be falling into an endless abyss.

The memory blocked by something suddenly awakened.

On the day the typhoon "Dandelion" landed, the man in the storm drove a Maybach and took him secretly into the closed elevated road, that strange entrance that was ignored by everyone...

Street signs obscured by willow branches...

The wind once lifted the branches in an instant, allowing him to see the entrance number!

Entrance to No. "000" elevated road!

Entrance to No. [-] Elevated Road!

That Maybach and that rainy night chased him into this Nibelungen!

-

In a place far away from Gu Bei and Chu Zihang, away from Old Tang, away from all the people and dragons in the Nibelungen, the girl stood in front of the eight-legged god horse, her golden vertical pupils looked at the god on the horseback.

"This is not where you should be, Odin."

132. Blood connection

In the empty theater, the little boy in a suit and leather shoes watched the dragon on the big screen spewing blood and fell down, and he also watched the boy hug the girl tightly in his arms, as if embracing the whole world, but the sword pierced through each other's hearts chest.

The boy's pretty brows were slightly frowned, and he picked up a pen and drew a big cross on the script in his hand.

The crossed paper ignited without wind, and turned into smoke in the boy's hands, and the ancient text with unknown meaning struggled to escape the fate of being destroyed, but Shikoti's scissors still fell on it mercilessly .

With the burning of the script, the fluorescent screen suddenly went dark, and the huge theater fell into boundless darkness.

The boy leaned back on the chair slowly, took a sip of the already cold cocoa at hand, maybe because it was cold, there was a slight bitter taste in the mouth.

The boy's brows were furrowed even tighter, and he snapped his fingers lightly, and steam rose from the porcelain cup again.

Tasting it again, the mellow sweetness finally made his brows relax a bit, and his complexion looked a lot better.

Humming an unknown tune, there was another piece of paper in his hand at some point. The boy touched the paper and left a name that had long been forgotten by the world on the blank paper.

"Chu Tianjiao".

The screen of the theater was lit up again, and the new play was moved to the stage, and the protagonist of the story was riding an eight-legged steed, holding a curved spear in his hand, wearing an iron mask on his face, and only one A man with golden vertical pupils.

-

The train stalls and slides in the dark, without brakes, without a driver, it's not going to the next station, it's not going to the terminal, it's more like going to...

hell!

The chaotic memories were churning like a frying pan, and the rain was pattering on the iron shell of the train, making Chu Zihang involuntarily start to recall.

Rainy night, Maybach, viaduct...

Countless pale figures were moaning around him, like a group of gods of death surrounding the bedside of the dying. They opened their eyes together, and their golden pupils were as bright as torches.

The voice came from as far away as the ends of the earth, and then plunged into Chu Zihang's head.

There was severe pain deep in the brain, and the messy blue-purple lines were like countless snakes twisting, like the hieroglyphs on the ancient stone tablet, they came alive and danced like elves.

Images that were unimaginable even in the deepest nightmare flashed before my eyes. Young men with golden pupils split between their foreheads were lying on black stone thrones, with long bone swords stuck in their chests; girls were rolling on stone altars. , screaming in pain, like a harbinger of childbirth; black wings raised to cover half of the sky in the setting sun; the woman bound on the copper pillar slowly opened her eyes, her white hair fluttered, and two lines of thick fish flowed from her eyes blood...

It was like watching a group of snakes dance in the ancient darkness, and those snakes told him the lost history in strange language.

Vision!

It was not the first time Chu Zihang had spiritual vision. Rather, with his talent and pedigree, he should be immune to Longwen's spiritual vision by now.

Unless the person who sang the dragon's text is much, much higher than his blood, if he can really be called a "human".

That so-called "person" forced Chu Zihang to have spiritual vision!

Chu Zihang fell on the iron floor, holding his head in pain, and curled up. The illogical spiritual vision made him have a splitting headache, and a large number of dragon texts seemed to burst his head.

This was not the worst, what was even worse was that there was black Qi overflowing from his body, and there were a few sporadic black flames in the middle.

I don't know what this guy saw in the spiritual vision, but even the inner demon was catalyzed, and he began to try to occupy his body.

At this moment, the screen of Chu Zihang's phone turned on!

In this pitch black darkness, in this Nibelungen that was completely isolated from the outside world, Chu Zihang's cell phone suddenly received a signal very strangely, and then jumped to a website as if it had been controlled.

An old news page was swiped out, July 2004, 7, "Dandelion" typhoon, unknown accident, the picture is

A scarred Maybach sedan in the mud, the front windshield was shattered, and the body seemed to be scorched by sulfuric acid.

Chu Zihang's movement of curling up on the ground suddenly stopped, and the picture in the spirit vision changed. Chu Zihang heard thousands of raindrops hitting the roof of the Maybach heavily, and the air conditioner in the car was whistling. Blowing the hot wind while arguing with men.

The man thought about his words, and told him hesitantly but with a firm tone: "You... shed my blood, and you are my inheritance in this world, do you understand? You are half of me... I know that I have been missing all these years." How did I manage you, I'm sorry for you, but how can Dad not care about children? We are connected by blood..."

After many years, when Chu Zihang really understood the meaning of this sentence, the man had been completely forgotten by the world.

As if he had been completely erased from the world, no one cared about his disappearance, no one grieved, and no one wondered.

The boss of the Black Prince Group didn't say anything about giving compensation to the family members, and soon got a new car and a new driver.

Only the last thing he left in this world remembers him.

That thing is Chu Zihang.

The scene in the spirit vision is still going on, but Chu Zihang is not ready to watch it anymore.

He passed the man in the driver's seat, and opened an opening from the inside of the Maybach's door. This place was originally used to put an umbrella, but Chu Zihang knew that what was put here was not an umbrella, but a knife.

A slender Japanese sword with a pitch-black sheath and no tan.

A pious knife, the knife slipped out of the sheath, the blade light is as clear as water.

Chu Zihang once read a book called "Knowledge of Japanese Swords". In Japan, swordsmiths only use two kinds of swords without adding a sword, the saber of the poor ronin, or the god-worshiping sword.

The Imperial Sword will not be used for chopping at all, the knife is useless, and the exquisite and antique sharkskin sheath of this knife shows that it is a handicraft at all.

And this knife is also a relic left by the man.

Imperial Sword·Murasame.

The light of the knife tore apart the vast rain curtain like a horse training, and opened a big hole between the sky and the earth. Darkness flowed out from the hole, swallowing everything in a blink of an eye.

An almost identical "Chu Zihang" appeared in front of him.

"Chu Zihang" looked at Chu Zihang, his dark golden pupils were full of amusement: "You managed to break free? It seems that I underestimated you."

Chu Zihang's face remained unchanged, and Cunyu waved out his hand.

Muru rained across the darkness, "Chu Zihang", and even Chu Zihang himself, a ray of light appeared in the boundless darkness, the whole world was divided into two, "Chu Zihang" was crushed into powder by this light, And Chu Zihang was sucked in by the light.

After Chu Zihang disappeared, the light also disappeared, and the space was once again filled with darkness. Countless blackness poured in from all directions. "Chu Zihang" walked out of the blackness, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Looks like it's not time yet."

-

Chu Zihang was engulfed by the light, his consciousness drifted wantonly, and a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.

Brother...

Brother...

"Brother!"

Chu Zihang suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling golden light shone in the darkness. What came into his eyes was Gu Bei's back, and there were an unknown number of pale Deadpools in the darkness!

This Deadpool is completely different from the Deadpool they met just now. They are not in the form of slender bones, but complete and full, and the surface of the body is covered with blue-gray scales!

This is not the aborigines of this Nibelungen, unless the same Nibelungen can accommodate two bloodthirsty ethnic groups.

But that's obviously impossible.

Chu Zihang recognized them at a glance, they were exactly the same as the group of Deadpools on the No. 000 viaduct three years ago!

They are under the command of the king, and they came to Chu Zihang's side by riding the rain curtain and the Maybach.

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he was sent out of the viaduct by the man, but in fact he never left that rainy night for so many years.

Can't escape, the prison of the rainstorm.

Well, in fact, he didn't want to escape either.

It would be better to say that these dead servants came to his door just as he wanted.

He wanted to follow them to find that rainy night, find that viaduct, and find the god riding an eight-legged horse.

He wanted to lift that iron mask and personally press for the man's whereabouts.

Gu Bei drew his knife again and hacked around Deadpool. This group of "invaders" was obviously much stronger than the natives of the Nibelungen, and the scales were cut like leather.

Is this the alchemy sword?

Gu Bei is very suspicious that the Chen family is fooling themselves with counterfeit goods.

Watching Chu Zihang get up from the ground, Gu Bei no longer struggled with whether the alchemy sword in his hand was real or not. The number of dead waiters on the opposite side was too large. Most of Gu Bei's skills were 1V1 heads-up techniques. It's either not working, or the effect is not very good, which is equivalent to spending ten yuan to do five yuan.

Just now when Chu Zihang was still awake, Gu Bei tried it. Lizi·Yehuo burned a bunch of deadpools into roasted chicken with no hair left, but it didn't burn a few deadpools to death. .

Gu Bei estimated that it should be a matter of rank. Ordinary elements can cause damage to Deadpool, but they are not fatal. If you really want to sweep thousands of troops, you must have special elements, or the elements must be raised to a certain degree of purity (such as the temperature of the sun).

Fenghou Qimen has not yet reached that level.

But Chu Zihang is different. His speech skills can be regarded as an absolute clearing skill, and the temperature close to the sun is absolutely accurate. Coupled with the special attribute of burning life, this kind of thing can be thrown away at random. The box egg level big killer.

I didn't see that the cart full of Kamaitachi and Deadpool had been burned to ashes just now.