Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"..."

Chu Zihang looked at the information on the screen and fell into silence.

Using Jiang Shouyun's S-level authority, he can directly query the execution department's database. That database is part of Norma's war personality "eva" and is kept absolutely confidential.

Even if an S-level inquiry is made, Professor Schneider will be notified.

The Department of Enforcement does have a gray list.

People on the gray list are unidentified high-level executives whose work is so secretive that they disappear from the official executive list.

Everyone on the gray list has an S-class secret mission behind them.

With that man's S-level bloodline and Word Spirit Time Zero, he should have been busy solving the disasters caused by Gu Long in various places, but instead he remained anonymous in China's second- and third-tier cities for more than ten years.

It is enough to prove that he is carrying an S-level or even more important secret mission, and he can definitely become one of the top ten super executives in the academy in a century.

However, Professor Schneider remembered it correctly.

Kassel College indeed does not have an S-class specialist named "Chu Tianjiao".

Because "Chu Tianjiao" is an ordinary person who does not show any special abilities.

Information released by meteorological stations around the world shows that the number of Typhoon Dandelion is 0407, which means that it made landfall on the southeast coast of China in July 2004.

A black-and-white photo preserved in the information archive shows a riddled Maybach parked on a viaduct.

On the whole car, there were only fingerprints left by Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao, which meant that only the two of them encountered the typhoon from beginning to end.

For a moment, Chu Zihang actually felt that he was not awake yet, or that his brain was really frozen by the wind in Greenland.

In other words, there really is no S-class Chu Tianjiao in this world. The man who was like a hero before he died was just a figment of his imagination. From beginning to end, his father was just a good-for-nothing middle-aged uncle who couldn't find a job.

In this case, the logic makes sense.

An inexplicable fear and anger ignited his pupils.

But a cold feeling surged from his mind and extinguished the fire in his heart.

Finally, today, after Jiang Shouyun left, Chu Zihang knocked on the door of the principal's office and sat opposite the old man.

"Good afternoon, classmate Chu Zihang."

The old man sat under the light-transmitting patio and looked at Chu Zihang with kind eyes, like a kind elder looking at a younger generation: "You have learned about your doubts from Schneider and Jiang Shouyun."

He easily switched from the coquettish old bastard he was when facing Jiang Shouyun to the image of a kind and gentle wise man.

Chu Zihang was stunned when he heard these words. He didn't expect that Jiang Shouyun had already said it in advance.

"I think this person's existence is very important to you, otherwise you wouldn't be rushing around to prove his existence."

Angers put away the cooling tea on the table, then made another Ceylon black tea, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "But I'm afraid my answer will disappoint you."

"I am sure that I have no past name in my memory of more than a hundred years, and I have never heard of a younger owner of 'Word Spirit Time Zero' appearing."

"To use Jiang Shouyun's impolite words, including the secrets I hide deep in my memory."

As he spoke, he poured the warm black tea into the white porcelain cup in front of Chu Zihang.

The warm and fragrant tea fell into the cup. Chu Zihang watched the path of the tea water reflecting the red light. The water flow reflected his increasingly blurred face and the birds passing by on the skylight.

When the black tea in the bone china cup was nearly half full, the teapot stopped tipping, the brown and almost bloody flow of tea disappeared, and the expression on Chu Zihang's face disappeared with it.

"You are an outstanding student that I value very much. You are the leader of the Lion Heart Club. Like Jiang Shouyun, you are the future hope of the college."

Angers looked at the boy in front of him who was holding his back, and said softly: "So, I choose to believe what you said."

"Even if you say that you met Odin, the main god of Norse mythology, and then worked together to chop off his head, this sounds like an extremely crazy statement."

Chu Zihang's cold heart suddenly beat, and his blood vessels, which seemed to be filled with ice slag, also became hot.

Yes, he was not the only one who remembered it from beginning to end.

The man who loves to eat braised intestines and spicy chicken wings, brags about himself, and talks nonsense.

Chu Zihang finally left, rejecting Ange's suggestion to consult Masashi Toyama, even if it was not for brainwashing, but for guidance.

Teacher Masashi Toyama once said in the "Introduction to Brain Science" course that human memory is very unreliable, like a broken hard drive that is easily degaussed.

Things in the past are like paintings drawn on the sand. As time goes by, the sand is blown away by the wind, the memory is blurred, and finally it becomes a vast mass that can no longer be distinguished.

Masashi Toyama said that people who forget easily are actually happier. Forgetting is a self-preservation mechanism of human beings.

Imagine that you can remember every detail of the past and never forget it. Then the most sad, painful, and sorrowful scenes in your life will continue to torture you, and you will never be able to get out of the bad state of the past.

But Chu Zihang didn't want to forget.

If the human brain is a hard drive, now there are only three or even two copies of the archive named "Chu Tianjiao" left.

It exists in his and Jiang Shouyun's heads. How can he format himself at this time?

That man said that if he died one day, there would be only one thing in the world that could prove his existence, and that would be Chu Zihang with half of his blood.

"Don't worry, death is never the end."

Jiang Shouyun gently pressed Chu Zihang's shoulder and said softly, "As long as the second-generation or first-generation species is killed and there are souls of the second-generation species or above, he will wake up."

After that, he smiled again and said: "If someone wants to cut off his destiny, let him take it back with his own hands."

From the hands of the "false god" who claims to be a god, the Bingdao will no longer cut in the wrong place this time.

Chu Zihang was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

This time someone stood with him and he would never stop.

At the same time, in the principal's room, the old man stood upright, holding on to the edge of the hollow carved guardrail, with his left hand in his trouser pocket.

He put down the bone china teapot, looked at the old cowboy not far away to one side, and said, "Did you hear everything?"

"Yes," the night watchman whispered, "it sounds like a nightmare, but this nightmare is too real."

"I checked the map and the entrance to the elevated road starts from '001'." Angers said calmly.

"That is to say, the entrance that those two brats Chu Zihang and Jiang Shouyun entered at that time does not exist."

The old cowboy nodded, took a sip of wine and said, "They said they encountered Odin, the leader of the Arthur clan in Norse mythology. It's incredible. Isn't it because they are collectively insane?"

"The black figures described by Chu Zihang look too much like Deadpool."

Angers turned around, stared into the old cowboy's eyes, and said bluntly: "You have guessed it, but you are hesitant to say it, right?"

"..." The old cowboy's cheek muscles twitched and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Nibelungen, the country of the dead? That is a place like a temple."

"For thousands of years, alchemists have tried hard to find it. I have spent half my life chasing the legend of the Land of the Dead, and have traveled as far as Antarctica, but I failed to find that mysterious country. Two children happened to Got in?"

He hadn't been this excited in decades, because there was nothing to get excited about, and he was content to be drugged by hard liquor, westerns, and pictures of sexy girls.

However, if the exit to the temple is really reopened...

His comfortable days were almost over.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Angers held the cup, looked at the sculptures in the "Hall of Valor" and smiled, "Those two children pointed the way forward for us, didn't they?"

"The power that is enough to change your destiny is the power of the gods." The old cowboy looked at him and asked, "Aren't you afraid? All traces of your existence will be erased."

"Afraid?" Ange shook his head, "I'm just afraid that I won't kill a dragon king even if I die."

As he said that, he suddenly remembered what the young man said with a smile before leaving.

"The world will learn that even gods bleed."

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