Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 348 Is Senior Brother thinking about the pretty senior sister?

"You think we're stupid for not sleeping at night and going out for a night ride?"

The tall, fat man at the front shouted angrily, but he kept his voice down, as if afraid of disturbing the lonely ghosts in the surrounding mountains and forests, or the rice dumplings that could only be subdued by black donkey hooves.

The slightly dark-skinned man next to him nodded in agreement, lightly tapping his palm with the axe in his hand: "That's right, the cart chain is broken, are you riding your horse?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei, who had been smiling, became somewhat restrained, staring at him with a forced smile: "Are you bounty hunters?"

"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?" A young man gripped a Luoyang shovel, staring intently at them. "Or are you here just to earn that bounty?"

The middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader nudged him, then looked Lu Mingfei and his group up and down, and said, "Young man, didn't your parents teach you to stay home when it gets dark and not wander around?"

"Brother Tiger, why waste words with them?" The tall, fat man licked his lips, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Didn't you say that you need fresh blood to open the door? These two lads have such delicate skin, their blood must be fresh."

Lu Mingfei's gaze swept over the tomb raiders, finally settling on the last silent hooded man:
"Are you guys cosplaying characters from The Lost Tomb?"

In Lu Mingfei's view, the configuration of this group of five people venturing into the corpse cave was somewhat similar to that of Wu Laosan and Xiao Tianzhen, with two partners and a silent man.

The first four were ordinary people, but the hooded man at the back was a mixed-race person with decent blood.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The tall, fat man suddenly sprang up, grabbed a shovel, and smashed it into Lu Mingfei's face, clearly intending to kill him to silence him.

However, the boy sitting on the old Phoenix bicycle did not move and looked up.

Just one glance, just one glance, and the tall, fat man's movements froze instantly. The shovel hung in mid-air, and he seemed to have been put on pause.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his fat face trembled, and his lips quivered but he couldn't utter a single word.

The air seemed to freeze. Tiger and the other three simultaneously tensed up, gripping their weapons tightly, knowing they might have run into a tough opponent.

"Fat Viper, put down the shovel! Can't you talk things out properly? I've told you so many times to stop acting impulsively, but you just won't change, right?" The middle-aged man used a feigned retreat to advance, scolding the tall, fat man in an attempt to buy some time, while his eyes kept glancing at the black-hooded man next to him.

They know their own business best; the reason they dared to venture into this dangerous place is because of this person.

At this moment, the young man cosplaying as Zhang Qiling remained standing still, but he could sense that the other party's aura had changed, like a knife slowly being drawn from its sheath.

This means that the two young men in front of him must be from that world, just like him!

Lu Mingfei ignored them, turned to look at Old Tang, and shook his fist: "Rock, paper, scissors?"

Whoever loses is responsible for dealing with them.

Old Tang knew what kind of people these colleagues were. Whether they were bounty hunters or tomb raiders, they were all experts in illegal and criminal activities. Plus, they dared to curse and attack first, so naturally they had no scruples.

So the two of them started playing a drinking game in front of the five people.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Old Tang chose scissors, and Lu Mingfei chose rock.

"Tsk, bad luck." Old Tang sighed, cracked his knuckles, and was about to turn his head to look at the lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

In that instant, the hooded man moved, his movements faster than a human's, the long sword in his hand tearing through the air with a piercing metallic buzzing sound.

The blade flashed like moonlight over autumn water, heading straight for Old Tang's throat!

This was an extremely fast strike, reminding Old Tang of Inuyama He, who ran a brothel in Japan and wielded a sword, though the latter's blade was faster and more ruthless.

"Certainly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible domain instantly expanded, and the long sword that had been cutting through the wind suddenly froze in mid-air, as if it had struck an invisible steel wire and was now tightly entangled and unable to advance an inch.

The knife stopped, but the man didn't. He took two steps forward due to inertia before his momentum was abruptly halted. The knife, which had been frozen in mid-air, pulled him off balance.

Old Tang shook his head: "Sneak attacks are not a good habit."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers clenched lightly, and the long sword that had been suspended in mid-air suddenly went out of control, changing direction and slashing straight at his former master's forehead.

The hooded man reacted quickly, throwing his knife and leaning back to dodge, but to his surprise, the long knife missed its target without any hesitation and came crashing down.

With a "bang," the blade sliced ​​through the skin, and blood immediately flowed down the hooded man's brow bone, staining half of his pale face red.

The sound was like a bugle call to attack, and all the metal objects in the forest began to tremble.

The middle-aged man's hoe flew out of his hand, spun 180 degrees in the air, and slammed heavily into his face, the sound of his nose breaking clearly audible.

With a "crack," the dark-skinned man next to him also had his arm broken by his own axe.

The baby-faced youth was so frightened by what he saw that he dropped the Luoyang shovel and turned to run away, only to find that all the metal objects in his bag had floated up and formed a gleaming barrier in front of him.

He had just stopped when the Luoyang shovel he had thrown away attacked him from behind, striking him in the back of the knee and knocking him to his knees. Before he could even cry out in pain, he was struck again on the back of the head, and his eyes rolled back as he passed out.

Hearing his companion's screams, the tall, fat man knew he had messed with something nasty. He turned pale with fright and tried to beg for mercy, but the shovel in his hand dragged his fat arm and stabbed him hard in the Adam's apple, silencing all his pleas.

The hooded man, whose face was marked with red marks from the knife and covered in blood, moved swiftly. After determining that the attacker was not an enemy, he turned and fled, showing no regard for his four suffering teammates. His speed was comparable to that of a cheetah.

However fast he was, how could he possibly outrun that knife?

A streak of white light flashed by, the blade piercing through the shoulder and exiting through the body. The powerful force pinned the hooded man to the tree.

Before long, only the hooded man remained awake among the five tomb raiders. Lu Mingfei questioned him, but didn't get much useful information.

They were tomb raiders active in the Sichuan area. Although they had a good reputation, they didn't dare to be too ostentatious, since the Zhou family was really nosy. They almost didn't make it back after their trip to Xiangbei.

This time, they had accepted a large bounty and planned to disband the team after completing the heist, dividing the money and then going their separate ways to live ordinary lives. Unfortunately, they had barely arrived at their destination and managed to avoid the guards when they ran into two ruthless individuals. Lu Mingfei asked what kind of evil magic required sacrificing human blood to the door, and the hooded man only said that his ancestors were the earliest tomb raiders, and legend had it that they had seen a door that was as solid as a rock, without a keyhole, and that even a thousand pounds of force could not push it open. It would only open after the door had been filled with human blood, and now that they were looking for this ancient weapon, it was highly likely that it was hidden inside.

When asked if anyone else knew about the zongzi incident in Wushan, the hooded man named a few more people, all of whom were bounty hunters who raided graves. However, so far, they were the only ones who had managed to arrive and successfully bypass the outer perimeter of the control points.

They hastily buried the body here, and Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang rode the old phoenix up the mountain again.

The traces left by the Corpse Guard's mass exodus have not been completely covered up, but without close inspection, it is impossible to know what they were. In addition, the person behind the scenes deliberately distorted the truth, so even if one notices something unusual, it should be traces left by the so-called Sino-foreign co-production filming location.

The collapsed mountain pass was covered with a layer of grass. Lu Mingfei, holding the long knife he had borrowed and had no intention of returning, found a thinner cliff nearby and, with a swift stroke, transformed into an excavator and began to dig.

As dust and stones flew everywhere, Old Tang stood by, dumbfounded: "The White King probably never imagined you could use the trial like this."

"Do you understand the importance of making the most of everything?" Lu Mingfei didn't even look up, continuing to dig.

If any real estate developer or contractor saw this scene, they would probably kneel down and beg him, saying, "I have wandered for half my life and have never seen such a naturally gifted body in civil engineering. If you do not despise me, I am willing to serve you like a beast of burden!"
Even Lanxiang Vocational School would have to urgently start a research project on how excavators can coexist with Lu Mingfei.

Soon, a passage large enough for one person to pass through was completed. Lu Mingfei casually waved his hand to draw in the hot air from the outside, dispersing the smoke and dust and the stench of decay emanating from inside.

Gravel fell in a flurry, covering the newly dug hole again, and Lu Mingfei strode forward.

Old Tang followed him into the cave. After walking several dozen steps, he saw a huge mountain hollowed out, with countless hanging coffins inside. The coffin lids were open, and the corpses that had been lying inside had long since disappeared. Many claw marks could be seen on the ground and rock walls.

This was also the first time Lu Mingfei had seen the lair of the Corpse Guardians. There were weapons placed in many places, but they were all rotten. Otherwise, the Corpse Guardians would not have been able to fight the people of Kassel College empty-handed after they woke up.

There were no murals recording history inside the hollowed-out mountain. Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang jumped down on their old Phoenix bicycles and flew to the bottom.

The air at the bottom was not murky, nor was there any accumulated waste gas. It was just that the area was a bit large, and it would take some time to find any possible secret passages with a flashlight. Lu Mingfei simply used the Word of Power Serpent again. This time, being dozens of miles away, he was unlikely to be discovered again.

Old Tang didn't disturb them, wandering around underground by himself, looking at this coffin and then that one. It was unclear whether he was trying to glean some information about his past self from them, or if it was just his professional habit as a bounty hunter kicking in, wanting to find some valuables to exchange for money to buy drinks.

These corpses were just gatekeepers; they wouldn't have any valuables, and not even a trace of their past glory could be found.

"Damn it!" came Lu Mingfei's pained voice from the other end.

"What's wrong? Is this road blocked?" Old Tang asked curiously.

Lu Mingfei nodded: "There used to be a passage here, but I don't know if it was blocked by an earthquake or something else."

His snake had just stretched outwards, eventually leading straight to the distant White Emperor Mountain. Unfortunately, times have changed, and this path had long been blocked by natural disasters.

If we really want to get there, we'll probably have to find that King of the Earth and Mountains, who's somewhere out there, to be our excavator girl.

However, it doesn't matter, since the location has been determined, we can just start digging when the time comes.

"Let's go, let's go back." Lu Mingfei patted the dust off his clothes, trying to cheer himself up. The road ahead was full of bumps and obstacles, so it was better to go back to the bottom of the river and dig slowly.

After blocking the passage again and making some additional concealment, Lu Mingfei led Lao Tang back the way they came.

They returned by car as usual, the evening breeze dispelling the smoke and blood from their clothes. After landing, they returned the broken bicycle, which scared the dog so much that it trembled. Only then did the two of them leisurely head towards the guesthouse.

As they approached, there was still half a street to go. Old Tang stretched and thought about going back to take a shower and have a good night's sleep, but Lu Mingfei held his shoulder down and prevented him from moving any further.

She looked up at him, about to ask a question, but her mouth was covered again, and she was dragged to hide on the roof of a house, where she watched something from afar.

Old Tang wondered what he was looking at that made him so happy, and following his gaze, he suddenly saw a smile on his own face.

In the distance, moonlight spilled into the courtyard, where a young man and woman, in the prime of their youth, leaned against the wall, only a fist's width apart. A gentle evening breeze stirred, and the girl's fragrant hair softly brushed against the boy.

Each wisp, carrying a faint sorrow blended with the moonlight, seemed to speak of his lack of romantic understanding.

"What's going on?" Old Tang was also a gossip lover. Seeing that the iron tree was showing signs of blooming, he naturally couldn't resist the urge to gossip. He and Lu Mingfei leaned over the house and looked into the distance.

"A honey trap," Lu Mingfei replied, then stopped answering and began eavesdropping intently.

In the distance, Xia Mi and Chu Zihang enjoyed the moonlit river view while feeling the breeze, both silent.

Finally, as the mosquitoes around them swarmed in greater numbers, seemingly defying the dragon's might and crossing the boundary, Xia Mi finally spoke.

"Senior brother, so what exactly is troubling you?"

Xia Mi felt like she had been tricked. She had been captivated by Chu Zihang's good looks and had been sitting here in the cool breeze for more than ten minutes. Not only did this idiot not share his thoughts, but he also refused to recite any romantic poems or songs, which made her so angry that her chest swelled up.

When asked, he would only sigh softly, adopting a demure, feminine demeanor, yet he was undeniably handsome and not at all unpleasant to look at.

Oh well, after all, he's the kid I raised and nurtured myself, so I'll just let it go.

Besides, in such a short time, Lu Mingfei and Norton probably can't accomplish anything significant, as there are plenty of informants nearby.

Hearing the girl's words, which carried a hint of ferocity, as if warning him that she would eat him if he didn't speak, Chu Zihang knew that he couldn't delay any longer by sticking to Lu Mingfei's golden rule of silence.

Fortunately, he had too many things on his mind, any one of which would be enough to make that sentimental, melancholic writer feel a surge of sadness.

Just as he was about to choose one of his many topics to discuss at length, the girl beside him suddenly leaned closer, her small face almost resting on his shoulder. Her large eyes stared unblinkingly at him, and her pink lips parted slightly as she uttered something that nearly made his heart skip a beat:

"Is your senior thinking about the pretty senior at Kassel College, which is why you can't sleep all night?"

The girl's voice was soft, yet carried an inexplicable chill, as if a cold, menacing knife was held to her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Chu Zihang remained calm, turning his head to look at the exceptionally beautiful girl:
"It seems I've forgotten a lot of things."

(End of this chapter)