Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

Lu Mingze's words were like a persistent thorn, suddenly piercing into a spot near Lu Mingfei's heart.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt an inexplicable anger, clenched his fists, and his voice suddenly rose: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm just asking you, can exchanging lives change fate?"

"But I don't want to switch with you, brother, and you don't really want to switch either."

Lu Mingze turned around, knelt on the driver's seat, held onto the back of the seat, looked at Lu Mingfei through the headrest, and shook his head, "You're not desperate enough yet."

"You're talking nonsense about whether you're going to exchange anything or not. So what are you doing here all of a sudden?"

"I'm just here to tell you something, brother: you won't die here, so don't worry too much."

"Then who will die?"

Lu Mingze suddenly stopped talking, sat back down in his seat, stretched his hand out the window again to touch the rain that had begun to drip, and gently shook his head.

Although it was very slow, Lu Mingfei could still see it; the rain was falling and trembling at a speed barely visible to the naked eye.

Lu Mingze's expression was so solemn and dignified, so deeply absorbed, yet so sorrowful, that Lu Mingfei had the illusion that the fine lines his fingertips brushed across were not raindrops, but real musical strings.

No, this was not an illusion; Lu Mingze was indeed playing a piece of music! Because he could already hear the melody composed of the vibrations of the raindrops.

It's Chopin's "Funeral March"!

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood why Lu Mingze had appeared dressed in a gothic black mourning outfit.

Because he really came to attend the funeral!

Suddenly, a slow but angry clap of thunder came from the lightning that had just flashed by, and it was only now that it reached us.

Lu Mingze suddenly withdrew his hand from the car window, causing the heavy "Funeral March" to abruptly break at a certain point.

Lu Mingze looked regretful.

"The rain is getting heavier and heavier, I can't finish playing this piece, I have to go."

As he spoke, he turned his head and waved gently to Lu Mingfei, "Brother, see you next time."

Like someone pressing the play button on a tape recorder, the moment Lu Mingze's figure disappeared from the passenger seat, everything around him began to flow again.

The music flowing through the Maybach was no longer the Funeral March, but the Daily Growing that the man had started playing at the beginning.

The man drove leisurely, while Chu Zihang rested his arm on his hand, staring out the window expressionlessly. Everything seemed normal.

It seemed as if Lu Mingze had never come, nor had he ever left.

Lu Mingfei suddenly had a sense of wishful thinking, perhaps what Lu Mingze had just said was just his misjudgment.

The Maybach was driving straight on the viaduct in the rainy night, never taking a detour. How could it have inexplicably driven into the Nibelungen?

But in that instant, Lu Mingfei noticed a sudden change in the man's face in the rearview mirror.

The man's expression was originally carefree and unrestrained, just like Finger's, but in an instant, the muscles on his face tensed up, the veins at the corners of his eyes throbbed like small snakes, and his whole body tightened up as if red-hot iron had been quenched with ice water.

Chu Zihang also noticed the man's change in the rearview mirror. In his memory, the man had never shown such an expression before.

Like a wounded lion encountering a ferocious enemy it had never faced before, its pupils suddenly constricted, revealing immense terror.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Suddenly someone knocked on the car door.

Chapter 5 The Darkness of the Torrent of Rain (5)

"With such heavy rain, who's outside?"

Chu Zihang saw a dark, human-shaped shadow cast on the rain-streaked car window and was startled, thinking it was a traffic policeman.

My hand was instinctively about to roll down the car window when it was abruptly stopped by the man's furious shout.

"Sit still!"

Chu Zihang's hand froze in mid-air. Since growing up, he had rarely listened to men, but the man's stern shout just now revealed a father's care and authority, making him instinctively obey the man's command.

He was about to ask "why" when his gaze suddenly swept across the car's dashboard, and in the next moment, an overwhelming fear enveloped him.

The silver pointer on the dashboard swayed back and forth on the number 120.

What kind of person could catch up with this Maybach traveling at 120 km/h and knock on the door at the same time?

The dull knocking grew more and more frequent, like a downpour, and more and more dark figures gathered outside the window, their empty eyes staring down at everyone through the car window.

The sudden influx of mercury-colored light made their faces appear deathly pale.

"What are they?!" Chu Zihang's body trembled uncontrollably.

“Deadpool…” Lu Mingfei answered subconsciously.

The man was taken aback and glanced at Lu Mingfei in the rearview mirror.

Yes, Lu Mingfei was certain that these humanoid shadowy figures were the corrupted hybrids who had become Deadpool.

Lu Mingfei had seen this look on the faces of those snake-like deadmen at Genji Heavy Industries, like pitiful little people whose souls had been emptied by demons.

Lu Mingze was right; they had indeed stumbled into a Nibelungen.

The knocking suddenly turned into a screeching sound, like something sharp scraping against metal or glass. It must be the fingernails of those shadows!

Chu Zihang couldn't help but cover his ears.

"Don't be afraid... son... and there's classmate Lu."

The man completely suppressed the tremor in his voice; fear had vanished from his face, leaving only an iron-like resolve.

"Fasten your seatbelts, we...we're going to make it through!"

Before Chu Zihang could react, Lu Mingfei had already quickly fastened his seatbelt. The moment Lu Mingfei fastened his own seatbelt, the man floored the accelerator as if they had agreed beforehand.

The V12 engine was running at full capacity in that instant, accelerating dramatically. The powerful burst of force made the two-ton Maybach tremble.

In just a few seconds, the speedometer needle climbed to 180, far exceeding the speed limit of the overpass.

But the man showed no sign of easing off the accelerator, because the group of dark figures remained stubbornly by the window, like a group of death gods waiting to reap the souls of the dying.

Not fast enough!

Moist, cold air is continuously drawn in, compressed, ignited, and exhausted by the turbocharger, transforming it into engine power.

The V12 engine, which had been used on Messerschmitt fighter planes during World War II, was now providing maximum power to this Maybach, with the V-shaped crankshaft roaring as it collided inside the cylinders.

220...240...260...

275! The top speed of a Maybach!

In that instant, Lu Mingfei felt that the man was like a madman. Lu Mingfei had only ever experienced such insane speed in the principal's Maserati.

But it was a bright sunny day, and the principal possessed the power of "Time Zero," which is why he was able to act so fearlessly.

But the man was driving the Maybach as fast as a high-speed train on the overpass in the pouring rain!

Just then, Chu Zihang suddenly curled up in pain, clutching his head. Lu Mingfei initially thought Chu Zihang had collapsed from fear.

But he immediately realized that wasn't the case, because he saw Chu Zihang's originally dark pupils gradually light up, turning golden, as if flames were suddenly lit within them.

"It's clairvoyance. Such a strong reaction... I don't know if it's his luck or his misfortune."

The man gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if it weren't a steering wheel, but Chu Zihang's hand.

"I always hope that day... will come a little later."

"You know about Spirit Vision?" Lu Mingfei blurted out instinctively.

"Don't you know that you're not afraid of these monsters at all, and you even recognize them as Deadpool?"

The man said,

"This is clearly not the right time to ask questions. Let's talk in detail when we get outside... if we can get out!"

Just then, as if he had just experienced a long nightmare, Chu Zihang slowly raised his head and looked blankly at the man with those golden eyes that Lu Mingfei knew so well, eyes that never went out.

Are we going to die?

“No.” The man took a deep breath. “We’ve simply arrived in… the real world.”

"The real... world?"

"Don't be surprised by what you just saw, or what you're about to see. Don't tell anyone. If you don't understand something, keep it to yourself... or ask a classmate for directions."

The car door glass was pounded on by the dark figure, making a loud "bang" sound. The man suddenly released one hand and grabbed the black umbrella handle on the inside of the car door.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was not an umbrella at all, but a knife, a long Japanese sword with a black scabbard and no guard.

Lu Mingfei recognized it at a glance; it was Murasame, the sword Chu Zihang used in his previous life.

"The Sacred Sword Murasame, a cursed sword that is said to have brought a curse upon the Tokugawa family." The man drew the sword, his slender fingers gripping the hilt one by one.

The next instant, without warning, the man swung his knife and pierced through the car door.

Before Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei could react to what the man was about to do, they felt a tremendous impact.

The Maybach, traveling at a speed of 275 km/h, suddenly came to an abrupt stop, and the powerful inertia almost threw Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei out of their seats.

Dark red blood splattered outside the car window like splashes of water; those Deadpools had been cut in half at the waist by Murasame!

How could a man come up with such a crazy way to kill someone!

The man was like a professional race car driver, using the front wheels as an axis to drive the Maybach in a high-speed spin, constantly cutting off and crashing into the black shadows that tried to pounce on him.

The sounds of muscles being severed and bones cracking echoed continuously outside the car window. Thick, pungent blood splattered onto the windows, resembling a painting of hell, but was quickly washed away by the torrential rain.

Even Lu Mingfei had never seen such a bizarre scene.

The battle with the snake-like Deadpool at Genji Heavy Industries was far less bloody than what was happening before their eyes.

Under the man's manipulation, a gap seemed to be actually cleaved open in the surrounding shadows.

The man seized the opportunity, turned the car around, and sped out through the gap.

In the rearview mirror, Lu Mingfei saw the surviving shadowy figures get up from the ground and watch him drive away.

"Are we safe?" Chu Zihang asked, still shaken.

"Probably," the man said, his face covered in sweat and his hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel.

"What's going on now...?"

The man's figure reflected in Chu Zihang's eyes suddenly seemed unfamiliar, as if he had never truly known this man before.