Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The corner of Zhao Menghua's mouth twitched.

Several other boys and girls were peeking inside the room from the door. Su Xiaoqiang, Chen Wenwen, Liu Miaomiao, Xu Yanyan, and Xu Miaomiao were all there.

Su Xiaoqiang's company expanded its business in the United States, and her family became completely wealthy.

It just so happened that Su Xiaoqiang was taking classes at the University of Chicago, so in the name of celebration, she invited several of her good high school classmates to come to the United States for a vacation and covered all their expenses.

In fact, she invited everyone just to invite that one person.

But Lu Mingfei hasn't been online for a long time.

Ever since that graduation party, they seemed to have lost track of Lu Mingfei.

Zhao Menghua and Lao Tang's acquaintance was actually accidental.

When I was in the first year of high school, thugs from other schools often came to the gate of Shinan Middle School to collect protection fees. Young men like Zhao Menghua, who were weak, stupid and rich, were naturally the favorite targets of the thugs. At that time, this guy was beaten a lot and a lot of his pocket money was stolen.

Until one day, this happened to Lu Mingfei who had just finished an inter-school basketball game. Well, young knight Lu, who was doing justice and wielding a sword, traveled the world with a basketball in his left hand and a basketball in his right hand. He hit two thugs with two balls and then flew over and kicked the tattooed gangster, nicknamed Brother Biao, three to five meters away.

Su Xiaoqiang was standing beside them, cheering and clapping with stars in her eyes, and she really wanted to come up and give herself to Young Master Lu.

From that time on, Mr. Zhao became a loyal fan of Lu Mingfei and one of the few people in the school who could talk to Lu Mingfei.

To be honest, Zhao Menghua's original idea was to go to a top university in the country with Lu Mingfei, but unfortunately Lu Mingfei was admitted to Kassel College in advance, and a school like Kassel is not something that can be attended by everyone with good grades and money.

A pure human like Zhao Menghua, whose ancestors for three generations had no connection with mixed-races, could not integrate into this mysterious world at all, and thus had no chance or hope of entering Kassel.

However, when Lu Mingfei was in the first year of high school, he really liked playing StarCraft. At that time, Zhao Menghua often invited the boys in the class to go to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet. A StarCraft master like Lu Mingfei, whom he considered to be his elder brother, was naturally indispensable for Internet fees and Nutri-Express.

When he was learning technology from Lu Mingfei, he was pulled into a Star Alliance enthusiasts group. It was in this gaming group that Zhao Menghua met Lao Tang.

Later, Lu Mingfei gradually stopped playing StarCraft, but the contact between Zhao Menghua and Lao Tang did not break off.

I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao was not only good at studying, but also had a talent for e-sports. First, he was abused by Lu Mingfei, and then he fought against Old Tang. Gradually, he actually showed some skills.

Sometimes when I play friendly matches with Lao Tang, I can win two or three games out of ten. The two of us can be said to have been friends for a long time.

Now that Zhao Menghua finally has the opportunity to come to the United States while in college, of course he wants to ask Old Tang to come along.

However, although Old Tang was enthusiastic and loyal, he actually drove his broken Greyhound all the way from New York to Chicago. But he was poor and lazy, and had no motivation to do anything. He said he would take Zhao Menghua and others to visit all the tourist attractions in Chicago, but he ended up sleeping for two days out of three days.

Perhaps realizing that something was not right, Old Tang turned over in bed again.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly covered his entire body with the quilt.

Su Xiaoqiang and his companions at the door fled in all directions.

"Old Zhao, you you you you you, why didn't you knock before entering my room?" Old Tang was shocked and spoke incoherently.

Zhao Menghua rolled his eyes, lifted his sleeves and took a look at the dial of the famous watch worth 10 RMB. "It's 03: AM now. I've knocked on the door three times. The last time was five minutes ago, and I woke up the tenants in the next two rooms."

"I seem to be in a bad state recently." Old Tang yawned, rubbing his eyes with sleepy eyes, casually gathered his messy hair back and tied it with a rubber band.

From this perspective, this guy is quite good-looking, but his eyebrows are always drooping, which reminds Zhao Menghua of the legendary figure Lu Mingfei from Shilan Middle School for some reason.

Young Master Lu always had his eyebrows drooping and looked listless, which made people suspect that he had some kind of hormone imbalance.

"Every night I have the same dream. In the dream, there is a very long corridor that seems to have no end. I am running wildly on this corridor, as if there is something at the end that is attracting me. There is a boy I don't know, about thirteen or fourteen years old, or maybe fourteen or fifteen, very handsome, who is always chasing me from behind. He keeps shouting, "Brother, don't run, don't run." He says, "Brother, stay with me." Sometimes, when I am running, the ground under my feet turns into a road paved with hundreds or thousands of skeletons, and at the end of the road is a ten-story-high sculpture of a human body with a snake head."

When he said this, Old Tang's body trembled violently. He looked at Zhao Menghua dimly, "Every time I stopped, the boy who had been chasing me would hug me from behind and say, 'Brother, please stay with me. I feel really sad and lonely in the cemetery alone.' I thought, who the hell wants to go into the grave with you, so I tried to push him away, but as soon as my hand touched him, the boy's body was burned by flames."

Zhao Menghua didn't think it was a big deal. He rolled his eyes at Old Tang and said, "It's just a few nightmares. Why would a grown man think so much? Hurry up and get dressed. Chen Wenwen and the others are waiting for us."

Seeing that Old Tang had regained consciousness, he said these words and prepared to walk out.

When Zhao Menghua walked to the door of this room, Old Tang suddenly said, "But the fire killed the boy, burning from his skin to his bones, burning him to ashes. Those ashes lingered in my dreams like a ghost. Even after he died, he kept calling me brother, asking me not to leave, asking me to stay and accompany him, from the dream to reality."

Zhao Menghua shuddered violently at the door. He turned around and looked at Old Tang as if he were looking at a demon.

Chapter 63: A Inn in the World (1)

"You mean you can hear someone calling you now?" Zhao Menghua widened his eyes.

Old Tang lit a cigarette on the bed. He looked at Zhao Menghua with deep eyes and nodded slightly.

"I have three explanations now. It depends on which one you want to hear and which one you want to believe." Zhao Menghua said, and he sat back down next to Old Tang.

Old Tang suddenly became quite excited. "Oh? You can actually give three scientific explanations? I thought I was seeing a ghost."

"Well, unfortunately, the first explanation is still a ghost." Zhao Menghua was a little embarrassed. "You American ghosts may have some quirks. They like to chase people and call them brother, and then torture and kill the brother. It's filmed like this in the movies."

Old Tang's face was filled with black lines. "What about the second explanation?"

"The second explanation is that you are hallucinating, you are mentally ill, and now you urgently need to be sent to a mental hospital for treatment." Zhao Menghua nodded, "My family has some business partners in Chicago, I can ask them to help you find the best psychiatrist."

"Go to hell, you're the psychopath." Old Tang waved his hand, "Just pass, next one."

"Have you heard of embryonic absorption?" Zhao Menghua said quietly. Old Tang was puzzled. To be honest, he was an orphan who was adopted by an elderly couple in New York. He had never attended high school and terms like embryonic absorption were completely incomprehensible to him.

"Some theories say that many people are actually twins before they are born, but they absorbed the relatively weaker brother or sister when they were still embryos. They ate their relatives in their mother's womb, but the souls of those brothers were not devoured. So these surviving embryos have two souls when they grow up, or two wills, one is the main consciousness that controls his body, and the other comes from the subconscious of his brothers and sisters. After entering certain deep sleep, the subconscious of the brother or sister he ate will awaken. Maybe this is the case with you."

"It's like... a demon." Old Tang muttered.

"Yes, like a demon." Zhao Menghua said softly.

Old Tang felt inexplicably sad. He thought that he had eaten his younger brother at some point in time for some kind of power, and then his younger brother turned into an evil ghost and kept following him around.

But even so, the boy didn't think of hurting him or killing her. He just kept shouting, "Brother, brother, can you stay with me?"

If that boy was really an evil ghost, he must have been very lonely when hiding in his body. He was so lonely that all he could see was nothingness, pitch black, and no light. He could only hear the chewing sound made by his brother when he was eating his flesh and blood. That sound must have been very scary. Just thinking about it makes people shudder. It's really sad.

At this time, Old Tang suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were so terrified.

It was that boy, his voice appeared again, but Zhao Menghua seemed not to hear it at all.

For a moment, he felt like he was back in that long corridor, dark and deep, as if it would never end.

The colors around faded, as if soaked by the scattered ink, and the heavy black permeated from every space around.

The boy seemed to be leaning over and whispering in his ear.

"Brother, I'm so scared. There are so many people outside. Brother, they want to kill me."

But there was clearly another man's voice ringing out, and that voice was almost exactly the same as Old Tang's, as if another him in his soul was responding to the boy's call.

"Constantine, find me. Don't be afraid. We are destined to rebuild the bronze throne and rule the world from the east."

"I'm not afraid. I will never be afraid when I'm with my brother. But why don't you eat me? If you eat me, we will embrace each other on the throne forever. We will win those wars that are destined to be defeated. At that time, nothing can kill us, and we can break through any cage."

"Yes, of course I will eat you, because we are born as one, but we have been stripped of the power and strength. But that moment has not come yet. For thousands of years, we are the only ones who have clung to each other for warmth on the throne. That is the fate of the abandoned people. Looking around, there is only loneliness like the tide. Surrounded by such loneliness, what can I do even if I become a god?"

"Brother, I have died many times, but this time I feel like I really have to say goodbye to you. Death is not scary, it is just an eternal sleep. You must find my brother and then eat me. My soul will always be with you. One day you will rule the world, and we will be able to change the fate of the entire Forsaken Clan."

"The so-called fate of the abandoned people is to cross the wasteland, raise the flag again, and return to their homeland. But you will not die, Constantine, and you will not fall into an eternal sleep. We once made a blood covenant and promised not to betray each other until the end of death."

"Brother, I miss you very much, really."

"Constantine... please don't die. I am here. We will eventually rule this world. We haven't returned home yet. I will take you home."

"Go home...Brother, can we really go back?" The boy's face gradually emerged in the darkness that covered everything in front of him. It was a young and handsome face, small and white, like a child of fourteen or fifteen years old.

He was soft and timid, not at all like the noble man who once held high the throne. Instead, he reminded people of the cowardly and gentle last monarch. His body was clearly surrounded by the flames of power and authority, but his eyes were neither those of a lion nor a mad dragon, but only a...

child.

Such a clean child.

The child's face gradually became blurred, and his shadow also gradually became blurred, as if he had never appeared, yet as if he had always been by his side.

He remembered that what was chasing him was memory.

Old Tang suddenly opened his eyes, and such a blazing and great golden color flashed across his pupils in that instant.

He suddenly raised his hands, as if in some kind of pious ritual.

At this moment, a strong wind came down from the sky, and everything from the earth to the sky was torn apart with great force.

Zhao Menghua didn't know what was happening. He just felt as if a huge force was falling from the sky, pouring into the body of the depressed man in front of him like a torrent of rain.

That was the ancient king Norton. He was so great and majestic, with his arms spread out in the empty sky, like a huge cross that could not be seen by mortals.

"Constantine, wait for me..."

he whispered.

At the same time, the King of Bronze and Fire, Quan Zai Tian, ​​issued an order to the world, "Wake up..."

The strong wind flowed against the sky, and a huge cross fell with unparalleled authority, and he hugged Lao Tang.

People were horrified to find that bronze bells all over the world were ringing, which was fate welcoming the return of a king.

"Come on, Lao Zhao, I might really need to see a doctor."

Old Tang smiled gently, and the tone of his voice clearly did not change much, but Zhao Menghua actually felt extremely honored, like a subject summoned by the king.

"I can still accompany you in Chicago for another day or two, and then it's time to go back. Next time I have the chance, I will drive a Greyhound to take you around the United States." Old Tang said.

"Okay, Su Xiaoqiang said she missed Six Flags, so let's go there today," said Zhao Menghua.

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Section 2: Fateful Reunion

The roar of heavy and uniform bronze bells spread upward from the first floor of the Hyatt Regency Chicago Hotel. Not only in Hyatt Regency Chicago, but all over Chicago, Illinois, the United States, and even the world, all the bronze bells are roaring. These ancient objects used as decorations or symbols of identity were originally placed in the corners of various buildings. They gradually gathered dust in the dim sunlight and would not be rung for years, decades, or even hundreds of years.

But today, at a certain moment, all the bronze bells in the world are humming, as if the ministers are cheering the return of the king.

"Junior sister, where do you want to go?" Lu Mingfei was a thick-skinned man. He just thought that today was probably a special anniversary of this hotel. After all, not every place had a bronze bell.

He and Xia Mi only have two days of vacation, so of course they have to seize every minute to travel around Chicago.

"Senior brother, you look very handsome today." Xia Mi rubbed against Lu Mingfei's sleeves like a kitten. The girl raised her head and stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes with her innocent big eyes.

"I want to go to Six Flags Roller Coaster Amusement Park first, and then try Chicago's specialty hot dog at noon. I also want to try the deep dish pizza. Since I'm here, I must try the local specialties," she said.

"Chicago hot dog." Lu Mingfei hesitated a little, not because it was expensive or hard to buy, but because the education he had received for a long time did not support him to try such a novel thing.

The Chicago-style hot dog is made of an all-beef hot dog sausage that is steamed, boiled, or grilled in a poppy seed bun. The hot dog is usually served with mustard, onions, pickles, radish pickles, tomatoes, pickled peppers, celery seed seasoning salt, and sometimes cucumber.

However, poppy seeds are actually not a big deal in the United States. They are legal.

“Sure, sure. I actually really want to try the Chicago hot dog and deep dish pizza, but can we not go to Six Flags?” Lu Mingfei suggested.

"No, no, senior brother, I just want to ride a roller coaster. I just want to ride a roller coaster." Xia Mi hugged Lu Mingfei's arm and swayed back and forth.