Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Her whereabouts were explained by going shopping and gathering information.

perfect.

so perfect.

Its perfection, ironically, caused the doubts in Nono's heart to take root quietly, like seeds falling into the soil.

She started the car and drove into traffic.

In her mind, the image of the person wearing a grinning clown mask and Xia Mi's clear and lively voice on the phone alternated.

"Xia Mi," Nuonuo murmured to herself, her eyes slightly narrowed. "Who exactly are you?"

Chapter 166 Darkness (Part 1)

dark.

An endless, viscous darkness, with a substantial weight, pressed down on his eyelids.

And it's cold.

The chilling cold seeped into his bones, ignoring the barrier of his clothes, seeping in from the cold cement floor beneath his feet and from the walls around him, relentlessly eroding him.

Zhao Menghua huddled under a cold, rusty bench, his body trembling uncontrollably.

After getting off the subway, he wandered around his destination, searching for the exit.

Hunger was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his stomach, kneading it repeatedly, bringing waves of burning spasms and emptiness.

My throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and every swallow felt like swallowing sandpaper, bringing a tearing pain.

Extreme drowsiness washed over his brain like a tidal wave, but he dared not truly fall asleep, fearing that once he closed his eyes, he would never wake up again, or be dragged away by those rustling, unknown things in the darkness.

Where is this place?

He didn't know. He only remembered that he seemed to have entered the subway station, and then, and then everything changed. The bright lights went out, the bustling crowds disappeared, and the train never came again.

All that remains is this huge, empty, desolate, abandoned station, forgotten by time.

He struggled to crawl out from under the bench, using both hands and feet, too weak to stand.

He had to leave, he had to find an exit, find water, find food!

His survival instinct sustained him as he wandered blindly through this endless labyrinth.

The flashlight had long since run out of power, and the phone had become a cold, lifeless brick.

He could only grope his way forward in the dark, stumbling along the way.

Your fingers touch cold, rough walls, dusty railings, and broken, long-discontinued vending machines.

silence.

A deathly silence. Only his own breathing, heartbeat, and the rustling of his shoes on the ground were amplified infinitely in this empty space, becoming exceptionally clear and terrifying.

Loneliness and fear entwined his heart like vines, tightening ever more.

His consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by this endless darkness and despair, and the scene before him began to distort and change.

The sun was shining brightly, and the playground was filled with the scent of youthful sweat and fresh grass.

A fierce game was held on the basketball court of Shilan Secondary School.

"Zhao Menghua! Go for it! Zhao Menghua! You're the most handsome!"

In the stands, girls in crisp school uniforms formed a massive cheering squad, shouting his name at the top of their lungs, their eyes filled with admiration and adoration.

He was the absolute core of the team. He dribbled past his opponents with elegance, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, easily shaking off the guy who was trying to defend him and looked completely bewildered.

His name seems to be Lu Mingfei?

Yes, that's the good-for-nothing who always keeps his head down and cowers in fear!

"Trash is trash!" Zhao Menghua sneered, making a beautiful fake move, followed by a pull-up jump shot.

The basketball traced a perfect arc.

"Whoosh!" The ball swished through the net!

"Wow!" The whole place erupted! The girls' screams almost lifted the roof off.

He reveled in the moment of being the center of attention, raising his chin to accept the cheers of the crowd.

Chen Wenwen was also in the crowd, looking at him with two blushes on her face and her eyes full of admiration.

After the game, he was unsurprisingly elected MVP.

A group of underlings surrounded him, eagerly offering him water and towels.

"Brother Hua is awesome!"

"Brother Hua looks absolutely stunning today!"

"That Lu Mingfei isn't even worthy of carrying Brother Hua's shoes!"

Zhao Menghua smiled smugly and patted his underlings on the shoulder, "No problem. Come on, it's on me tonight. There's a new KTV outside, have fun!"

He even saw Chu Zihang, the guy who always had a cold face and seemed like everyone owed him money, who could only stand on the sidelines and watch him silently, his eyes filled with, well, jealousy.

Yes, she was jealous of his popularity.

He is the king of Shilan Middle School! Everyone revolves around him! All the glory belongs to him!

"boom!"

My knee slammed into something cold and hard, and a sharp pain shot through me, shattering my illusions in an instant.

The sunlight, the stadium, and the cheers in front of me vanished without a trace, as if the tide had receded.

Instead, there is still a suffocating darkness where you can't see your hand in front of your face.

Zhao Menghua gasped in pain and realized he had bumped into a rusty fire extinguisher box that was about half his height.

The cold, hard touch pulled him back to the cruel reality.

There was no sunshine, no cheers, no adoring gazes.

All I felt was a stomach aching from hunger, a throat parched and burning, a body numb from the cold, and an endless, dark labyrinth from which I could never escape.

"Ah!" Overwhelmed by the shock and fear, Zhao Menghua let out a hoarse scream that echoed through the empty station hall, distorted and ridiculous.

No one responded.

Only his own echo seemed to mock his incompetence.

We can't stay still! We'll die! We have to move!

Despite his aching body, he continued to grope aimlessly forward.

The dual torment of physical and psychological suffering caused his consciousness to begin to blur again, and hallucinations resurfaced like a lifeline.

In the classroom, he was standing on the podium, giving a passionate speech about how to lead a student organization.

The students sitting below were all focused, including Chu Zihang, who was also taking notes diligently.

Lu Mingfei, that good-for-nothing, squatted in the corner of the classroom, holding a mop and a bucket, diligently wiping the floor, looking servile and obsequious.

"Hmm, this is cleaned quite well," Zhao Menghua casually pointed out, like a king inspecting his territory.

Lu Mingfei immediately raised his head, a fawning and grateful smile on his face, "Thank you for the compliment, Brother Hua! I will definitely work even harder!"

"Clang, gurgle."

He seemed to have kicked something, which rolled and made a hollow sound.

He stopped abruptly, crouching down warily and feeling around. His fingers touched a cold, cylindrical metal can.

It was an empty, rusted aluminum can. I don't know how long ago it was abandoned here.

Aluminum cans, if there are any drinks.

The thought gnawed at his nerves like a venomous snake.

He frantically groped around on the ground, hoping to find a scrap of food, or even just a drop of water that hadn't dried up.

Nothing. Nothing at all. Just dust and cold cement.

Despair gripped him once again.

No! We mustn't despair! He is Zhao Menghua! How could he die in a place like this!

The hallucinations became increasingly bizarre.

He has graduated from university, taken over the family business, and become a powerful business tycoon.

Chu Zihang? He's just a security guard downstairs at his company!

Lu Mingfei? He seems to be a temporary worker doing odd jobs in some department. Everyone has to bow ninety degrees and call him General Manager Zhao when they see him!

He sat in his luxurious office, with a bustling cityscape visible through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Chen Wenwen, dressed in an expensive gown, gently stayed by his side.

All those who once looked down on him can now only look up to him!

Chapter 167 Darkness and Despair (Part 2)

"Heh, heh."

Zhao Menghua was panting heavily, his throat making a sound like a broken bellows.

The hallucinations couldn't truly alleviate his thirst; instead, they exacerbated his physical exhaustion. His strength was rapidly dwindling.

Zhao Menghua didn't know how long he had walked or how far he had gone.

The surrounding scenery has never changed; it is always cold walls, abandoned facilities, and endless darkness.

The curse of 1992 trapped him firmly in this frozen moment in time.

Occasionally, in the gaps between hallucinations, he could hear strange sounds coming from afar, like the scraping of rails? Or the heavy dragging sound? And faint roars?

But he dared not investigate; those voices would only intensify his fear.

Zhao Menghua now only wants to return to his illusion, where there is sunshine, adoration, and everything he desires.