Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 138

Chu Zihang turned off the phonograph.

The girls in the room fell straight to the ground.

Han Ye, who was curled up in a ball, also trembled less.

But the senior brother still read the lack of spirit in the boy's eyes.

His beautiful eyes were as gray as if shrouded in a layer of fog.

The senior brother called him twice.

He waved his finger in front of Han Ye's eyes again.

The boy just hugged his knees and curled up without any response.

The senior brother gave Chu Zihang a dignified look.

He shook his head.

The two looked at the gramophone at the same time, thoughtfully.

The senior brother seemed to think of something, and opened his eyes wide.

He stood up quickly, pressed down the arm of the girl who fell to the ground, and made his fingers sink slightly, feeling the tactile sensation of its feedback.

Then a dazed look appeared on his face.

He picked up the big sword and drew a cut on the girl's arm that he thought was an alchemy tool.

What was opened was not flesh and blood, but something similar to leather.

Beneath the leather, are scales as black as steel.

The brother's pupils shrank.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang remained silent, and when he mentioned Murasame, he cut open the leather covering the doll's body steadily and precisely like a good knife master handling ingredients.

Thus, an ugly deadpool was exposed like this.

"Actually..."

Brother muttered.

"It's Deadpool."

It was as if thunder had pierced the sky.

The brother lost his mind and muttered to himself.

"Control Deadpool..."

"The technology to control Deadpool..."

He recalled the scene not long ago when a room full of girls danced like a banquet.

And now, he knows.

These dancers are all Deadpool.

"and many more."

The senior brother looked dignified.

"In other words, the method Qian Mian uses to control these Deadpools is..."

He cast his eyes on the gramophone.

"music!"

This point is not difficult to guess.

Anyone can draw such a conclusion as long as they connect the various scenes that happened before.

Put the rationale aside for now.

Analysis of the information obtained so far.

Thousand Faces can make Deadpool dance by playing something like "For Alice".

Then, presumably he can also use similar methods to order Deadpool to attack.

Suddenly, a doubt appeared in his heart.

What about Han Ye?
If it is said that Deadpool reacted to "Symphony of Destiny", it can also be explained as the hands and feet of Qianmian.

What happened to Han Ye?

The brother shook his head.

"I think we've found something remarkable."

Chu Zihang glanced around, as if he wanted to rub all the details of this room in his mind with seriousness.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes stopped on the easel in the corner.

There is also a stack of picture frames against the wall.

Chu Zihang lifted the cloth from the frame.

"This is the case that happened in Russia."

The brother said on the side.

The girl in the oil painting is posing in some religious metaphorical pose, and the author draws it with delicate brushstrokes, giving people a distorted and weird aesthetic feeling.

Chu Zihang lifted the cloth covering the oil paintings one by one.

every painting.

Just a dying victim.

"madman."

Brother gritted his teeth.

Finally, the two stood in front of the easel covered with a cloth.

They noticed that from this angle, looking sideways, all the doll girls could be seen.

It is not difficult to imagine such a scenario.

Qianmian sits in front of the easel and meditates on creating, occasionally turning back, smiling and admiring the deadpools in girls' skins dancing to the melody for Alice.

"Beethoven would have cried."

Brother sighed.

Chu Zihang lifted the cloth from the easel.

Even a layman can see the fact that the painting has just been completed.

Even the paint on it hasn't dried out.

What came into view was a simple church.

Dome chandeliers, stained glass of angels and saints, and rows of dark wooden chairs are solemnly displayed. In the front is the platform used by the pastor to preach. Posture, with arms stretched out, legs together, head tilted to one side, bright red blood flowing from the wounds of hands and feet, the shadow of the girl outlines abstract wings behind her, not angel wings, the impression is closer to The bat wings of the fallen angel.

"The next victim."

Brother said.

This is obvious. With more than forty previous paintings, it is not difficult to see that Qianmian has the habit of painting victims.

Perhaps it is to paint first and then commit crimes.

This lunatic seems to regard killing as a kind of artistic process.

Human life, perhaps in his eyes, is just an item like oil paint.

Chu Zihang stared deeply at the oil painting.

"Susie."

He said.

"Find a church."

He described the scene in oil painting.

"Thousands of Faces are here."

"receive."

Susie answered bluntly.

Perhaps considering the exaggeration of the oil painting creation, it is easy to make mistakes just looking for the church as a blueprint, so Chu Zihang spoke again.

"There is another girl, find her, this is Qian Mian's next goal."

His eyes fell on the girl's wrist in the oil painting.

Qianmian focused on expressing this part during creation.

Probably has some kind of special meaning.

Chu Zihang described the girl's characteristics to Susie.

"She has a purple wristband."

Church, bleak darkness.

The girl woke up from a deep coma.

Her face was pale, and the dizziness caused by blood loss made her shake her head vigorously.

"Are you awake?"

She heard the man say to herself.

Gentle and warm, like the call of your lover in your ear in the early morning.

"you……"

It was just a word, the girl bowed her head weakly, she was too weak to speak a complete sentence.

"Please be quiet, be quiet."

The man made a hissing gesture and smiled.

He lowered his head and adjusted the paint, moved briskly, hummed Mozart's tunes, and took a few dance steps in line with the beat, with a pleasant smile on his lips, just like an ambitious young nobleman in the last century who was preparing to make a big splash in the art of painting.

"I say, miss."

He used a tone of admiration.

"You really inspire me!"

"You know, I was completely captured the first time I saw you!!"

The man's arm slid several arcs vigorously in the air, like a conductor in Vienna's Golden Hall.

"Wholeheartedly, thoroughly, captive!"

"My dear lady, if it's you, if it's you, I'm sure you can understand it!"

He looked at the girl affectionately.

The girl who was nailed to the wall like a crucified saint.

Blood flowed down from the girl's hideous wounds on her hands and feet.

"How beautiful."

"Flowers from putrid sludge."

"In the dark night, the heart is toward the light."

"Your mysterious and unknown past, like tulips swaying in the middle of the night, deeply attracted me."

The artist murmured intoxicated.

"I can guarantee that you must be the most perfect work in my life!"

He looked at the girl with nostalgia, his eyes were so clean and clear, reminiscent of children in shorts and short sleeves on a hot summer day.

However, a child represents more than innocence.

Their exuberant curiosity has nowhere to rest.

It can also drive them to pluck the wings of dragonflies or butterflies, watch the insects twist and struggle to die, and then laugh like silver bells.

Naive neighbors, called cruelty.

"He... what about him..."

The girl said intermittently.

Just these two words took all the strength in my body.

At this moment, she is like a dragonfly or a butterfly whose wings have been pulled out.

It makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it.

The girl's voice is small.

She is weak and can't make too much volume.

But the man heard it anyway.

"he?"

The man raised his head as a memory.

"Let me think, let me think."

"Oh, there is!"

The man came to a sudden.

"You mean, that Monsieur Don Quixote?"

"Hehe, I have to admit that I sometimes miss it."

The man shook his head mockingly.

"At the Internet cafe, I thought he was just an ordinary bad guy."

"Unexpectedly, he is actually a heroic knight."

"I dare say that even if the four annoying guys before add together, it can't compare to the surprise that Mr. Don Quixote gave me."

"His bravery, his nobility, his determination, his tact."

"Really impressive."

"pity."

The man chuckled.

After all, he's just a mortal.

"But a mortal who can do this is really amazing."

"If I hadn't set myself the iron rule of only choosing women as art materials."

"That gentleman, maybe it's a more perfect work than yours."

The painter sighed regretfully.

It seems to be a real pity from the heart.

The fire in the girl's eyes suddenly dimmed.

It seemed to be the spiritual pillar supporting her to stay awake in the blood loss and pain.

It collapsed in an instant.

"Is it……"

"he……"

"Dead."

The man who was carefully mixing the paint turned his head and looked at the decadent girl curiously.

"Speak up."

"It's weird."

"You inquired about the assistant's job, not for yourself, but for that Mr. Knight."

"And that Mr. Knight."

The man laughed with interest.

"It seems that coming to find me is also to protect you."

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes, like a rattlesnake swallowing a snake letter.

"do you know."

said slowly.

"He died for you."

The man enjoyed admiring the way the girl was gradually swallowed up by despair.

Like drinking fine wine.

"That's it, that's it."

The man whispered unconsciously.

"How beautiful."

The girl is getting colder and colder.

The man's last words echoed in his mind.

Over and over again.

I'll just... that's it.

she thinks.

No help.

There is no exit either.

This is also good, you can sleep comfortably without worrying about having nightmares.

But why are you still not reconciled?
girl thought.

Lu Mingfei, the name is Lu Mingfei, right, that kid.

Really, does this happen when a person is about to die?
The memory has become like an old woman.

Yes, that child should be called Lu Mingfei.

she thinks.

I'm going abroad.

Will you study hard?

You can't learn from me.

If you study hard, that child should become a very powerful person in the future.

Find a place and plant lots and lots of sunflowers.

Not like me.

Obviously like them so much.

But dare not approach.

So beautiful, so dazzling, so beautiful.

It's my word.

Probably, he will be scalded by the sunflower.

The girl couldn't keep her eyes open.

She vaguely saw someone walking towards her.

"Yes……"

She said dreamily.

"Is that you?"

"I see you have been absent-minded all night."

Su Xiaoqiang said to Lu Mingfei.

"What's the matter, are you worried?"

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei stared at the boy's face reflected in the cup of Coke.

In the end he came to the class reunion.

At noon, I called the network management girl Children's Palace.

no problem.

If they were excluded, then only the little devil and Old Tang were left as the targets of the whim.

Wait, I almost forgot about Han Ye.

To be honest, this person is so poor that he can't afford a mobile phone, and he can't get in touch even if he wants to. It's a big headache.

Fortunately, in the evening, the pressure lingering in my heart suddenly disappeared.

Alert lifted.

In this way, it doesn't matter whether it is the little devil Old Tang or Han Ye.

Their lives are no longer in danger.

Lu Mingfei should have breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes.

Should have breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't.

On the contrary, with the passage of time, a vague sense of strangeness always enveloped his heart.

Like dark clouds that pile up before a storm.

Something very bad is about to happen.

But what made Lu Mingfei frown.

He didn't know exactly what was about to happen.

The severely wounded spirit and the bronze mask made him deduce it several times, but it was still fruitless.

Calculating carefully, it has only been about half a month for Lu Mingfei to resume martial arts. Even though he has spent a lot of effort on cultivating the spirit, his mental strength has not even touched the edge of inhumanity.

The previous perception of Old Tang, on the one hand, was the unclear connection between him and Old Tang, and on the other hand, he still borrowed the bronze mask, that is, Yan Luo's cultivation base.

But it's different now. The suppression of Norton came first. Although he and Yan Luo paid the price, the most important part was borne by Yan Luo. Backlash.

In any case, Norton is the Dragon King.

It can be counted as one of the few strong men in the dragon world.

How easy is it to suppress such people.

"I heard, your last speech."

Su Xiaoqiang said.

"what?"

Lu Mingfei was distracted.

Su Xiaoqiang glanced at him.

"Xi Wu."

she says.

"It's the speech where you asked everyone to practice martial arts with you."

"Oh, this one."

Lu Mingfei remembered.

"Xi Wu, do you mean Bajiquan and Wing Chun?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked.

"Bajiquan?"

Lu Mingfei was absent-minded.

"No, what I'm talking about is different from these martial arts routines."

"Oh."

"Different."

Su Xiaoqiang's eyes were full of curiosity.

"What is that, I don't know."

The world froze.

All the students at the table were gone.

The little devil in a black suit sat opposite Lu Mingfei.

The lights in the hall gradually dimmed.

In the end, there was only one lamp left, which provided the duo with the dim sunset light in the center of the dining table.

Shrouded in such light, it seems that the world is coming to an end.

Lu Mingfei looked at the little devil, and suddenly a wonderful thought arose in his heart.

His clothes are like mourning clothes.

Lu Mingfei blurted out.

"Who's funeral are you going to?"

The little devil didn't speak.

He just looked at Lu Mingfei sadly.

Quiet, speechless, silent.

And so huge.

This grief seems to drown the whole world.

Lu Mingfei suddenly became upset and irritable.

""What are you doing!
he shouted.

"You look like I'm going to die."

Lu Mingze sat solemnly on the chair.

That look reminds one of a priest preaching in a church.

Wait, church.

Lu Mingfei's head buzzed.

Like hitting a switch.

The opportunity came on a whim.

This is the church.

who is it!who is it!who is it!

Lu Mingfei clenched his fists tightly, and the wooden chopsticks broke in two with a crisp sound.

He looked down.

Indifferent and calm.

Lu Mingfei raised his head again and looked at the little devil.

"who is it?"

The little devil pointed to a side wall.

There is a huge oil painting on it.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank.

He saw the girl who was like a saint.

And the girl's purple wristband.

"It's her."

Lu Mingfei sighed softly.

"Where."

Lu Mingfei asked.

The little devil looked at him sadly.

Shake his head.

"It's too late."

"elder brother."

"She can only hold on for three minutes at most."

"You're almost half a city apart."

"It's too late."

Lu Mingfei looked at the oil painting quietly.

he asks.

"Where is the church?"

The little devil stared deeply at the boy's side face.

Really different.

he thinks.

Brother, what happened to you?

Martial arts?

He saw something immovable like a mountain in this young man.

Even if the mountains and rivers are exhausted at this moment, everything will stop.

This young man can also turn the sky back.

"If I tell you."

said the little devil.

"Brother, what will you do?"

Lu Mingfei said as it should.

"Hurry up and save people."

His eyes are so calm.

Just like what Lu Mingze said before, a city in three and a half minutes is insignificant.

"That's it."

Lu Mingze pointed at the wall.

The painting becomes the map.

At one end is Lu Mingfei's restaurant.

At one end is the church.

Indeed, as the little devil said, it spanned half the city.

While giving the map, Lu Mingze also thoughtfully marked the route.

Rush from Lu Mingfei's place to the church, take small roads and cross the fence, and use various methods that break through imagination. It is estimated that only the world's top parkour athletes can have a certain chance of completing it.

But I have to admit that this one is indeed the most feasible route.

This is true even for mixed races.

But ah.

He is Lu Mingfei.

Also Yan Luo.

"Change one."

the boy said.

"Go upstairs, and more."

"Ah."

In the middle of speaking, Lu Mingfei thought of something and smiled lightly.

"Give me a straight line."

"A straight line is the shortest between two points."

The little devil looked strange.

Go straight?
How to walk in a straight line with so many tall buildings in the middle?
Doubt is fleeting.

The little devil didn't delve into it.

To say why.

The person in front of me is my brother.

Suppressed Norton's brother ah.

This is enough.

"as you wish."

Lu Mingze said modestly.

The route that was originally winding and winding like a famous autumn mountain disappeared.

The red route starts from the restaurant where Lu Mingfei is located, and moves forward with unstoppable momentum. No matter whether you are a [-]-story building or a giant Ferris wheel pendulum in an amusement park, you have to bow your head and offer your loyalty to the king who is on tour.

"It's done, brother."

"Between two points, a straight line is the shortest."

The little devil looked forward.

"So, next, brother, what are you going to do?"

"How to do it?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

It was like the little devil said something so simple that it made people laugh.

He said in a tone of "Is this still a question?"

"Of course, hurry up and save people."

He took one last look at the map and seared it into his mind.

"I remember you said just now, there are still 3 minutes, right?"

The little devil nodded affirmatively.

"enough."

"Speaking of which, I seem to have said before that the bronze and fire Yanling Candle Dragon you demonstrated that time is very similar to a unique art from the Ministry of Fire. See you on the big day."

Lu Mingfei seemed to be talking to himself sometimes, but also seemed to be explaining to the little devil.

"Actually, I'm not good at the fire department, the ice department, these unique skills."

"What I rely on are mainly two."

"One is also the fundamental law, Dragon Snake Secret Record."

"And the other one is named Divine Beast Hundred Forms."

He looked at Lu Mingze, and asked a question suddenly.

"Have you heard of Kunpeng?"

The little devil was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and then returned.

"The giant beast in Zhuangzi's Happy Journey, there is a Kun in the Northern Darkness."

"Yes."

Lu Mingfei smiled lightly.

he read.

Every word uttered seems to have a bell and a drum.

"There is a kun in Mingbei, which turns into a Peng."

The young man solemnly recited the name of the divine beast.

It seems to be as heavy as a thousand miles.

Just listen to him.

"Kunpeng."

(End of this chapter)