Dragon Clan: The Tyrant Lu Mingfei Comes Again

He raised his head and looked at the misty town in the distance. His originally blazing golden eyes gradually dimmed in the rain.

He was seventeen again, back to the turning point of everything.

At the age of seventeen, he returned to the mountains with the long sword on his back. He was proud because he became the youngest member of the Executive Bureau with his royal blood. This time he came back to accept the mission to eliminate the evil spirits hidden in this town.

But in fact, he did not take on this mission entirely for justice. He just wanted to come back to see his younger brother, Genjime. If he left the evil ghost alone, his younger brother, Genjime might also be harmed. These combined gave him the reasons to return to the mountains once again.

At that time, everything was still so beautiful. People were still coming and going in the town that had not yet been abandoned, and the surrounding mountains and forests were filled with the chirping of birds and insects.

Here are the people he cares about most, as well as the beautiful memories with the people he cares about most.

He returned home as the youngest member of the Executive Bureau. In the future that he could see, with his hard work and royal bloodline, he would be able to leave this small town with his little girl and go to faraway Tokyo to live a successful life.

There they would be noble figures, no one would bully them anymore, the little girl could go to school in a better school, and he could visit him anytime between missions.

What a wonderful expectation! If everything goes well, he and his younger brother Zhinu will have a wonderful life, and the Sheqi Eight Families will have two emperors.

If he had not taken the path to Kadori Shrine, everything would have been so perfect. He would have narrated his experiences in the small house where he and his brother lived, and the little girl would have told him about the beauty of Tokyo in her expectant eyes.

Then, gathered around the fireplace, under the rain, the two of them randomly picked some ingredients and put them in the pot to cook a big pot of stew, letting the aroma of the food waft around the warm house.

It’s just a pity that there is no chance to regret anything in the world, just like a withered flower that will never bloom again.

And even if he was given another chance to choose, Yuan Zhisheng looked at the small town standing in the dark night and sighed deeply.

He would still make the same choice as in the past without hesitation.

Chapter 4: The battle between the elder brother and the younger brother ()

This is the so-called tragedy of fate. Even if you already know that the path you have chosen will lead to a tragic ending, when you choose again, you will still involuntarily choose the path whose ending you know.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed again. At this point, he already knew what his brother's words were.

The Word Spirit Dream Tapir is a legendary word spirit that can control the mind. When it is cast, it will create a field around it. In this field, the Dream Tapir will create a nightmare that scares the enemy the most.

And the most terrifying thing about the nightmare tapir is that it will not hide the fact that it is just a nightmare. It will lay out all the information clearly and tell the person in the nightmare that it is a dream. But even so, the person trapped in the nightmare cannot escape from it and can only continue to sink in the vortex of the nightmare.

Finally, it becomes the spiritual nourishment of the nightmare tapir.

Yuan Zhisheng was like those people who were trapped in nightmares at this moment. He knew very clearly that what he was facing was a nightmare, a nightmare that happened when he was seventeen years old. But he knew helplessly that he could not escape from this nightmare.

Yuan Zhisheng's heart was so firm that he could endure the pain of being hit by a sword or an axe, but he could not escape from the nightmare that had been buried in his heart for so many years.

Accompanied by the pitch-black night, Minamoto Chisei once again set out on the road to Kadori Shrine.

The cool night breeze blew across Yuan Zhisheng's clothes, blowing up the corners of his clothes, and also blew up the branches and leaves of the woods on both sides, making a rustling sound.

But there is no other sound here except the sound of wind and flowing water, no chirping of insects and birds, no calls of animals, only a dead silence that is not yet silence.

Yuan Zhisheng's figure suddenly stopped. He saw the stone kegs placed on both sides of the road in front of him. They were still placed here as they were many years ago. The rain splashed on the leaves above their heads and gradually fell on the wet soil on the ground, making the originally clean stone kegs now stained with mud after the rain.

But then Yuan Zhisheng moved again and gave up praying here because he didn't know what he wanted to pray for.

Should I pray for myself to survive this battle, or pray for the little girl to survive this battle.

These were not what he was thinking. What he wanted to do at the moment was to take the little girl with him to the underworld.

If in reality he had to sacrifice the little girl for the sake of justice, then when they reached the other side of Hades where there was no dispute, could they become a pair of close brothers again?

Yuan Zhisheng's golden eyes lit up again, and his dark eyes were like lanterns, lit up at that moment, illuminating the surrounding darkness and the road leading to the small town with some lights.

As he walked forward with the intention of dying, an evil ghost suddenly appeared behind him. His specific shape could not be seen under the rain, and only a pair of golden eyes as bright as Yuan Zhisheng's could be seen.

Those golden eyes contained undisguised murderous intent and hatred that was like a raging wave.

"Brother, I can't wait any longer. Please walk faster to the stage I set up for you. We are going to start a new performance."

The crisp whisper was drowned out by the sound of rain, but the pair of golden eyes revealed the owner's impatience.

When Yuan Zhisheng walked to the school playground, he stopped again. He looked at the familiar sewage well. In every nightmare, he could always dream about this well clearly.

And the heavy manhole cover on top of it, which he had put there himself. He buried his brother's young daughter's body in it, depriving him of his last ray of light.

Next, he did not choose to go straight forward, but chose to bypass the gymnasium and go through a more remote but familiar forest path to reach the back of the gymnasium.

The stadium used to be a very beautiful building. When the sunlight hit its glass exterior, it refracted colorful colors, like circular rainbows engraved in the air.

But compared to this, Yuan Zhisheng was more familiar with the abandoned basement of the gymnasium, where all the unwanted equipment and garbage of the school were piled up, and there was mold everywhere.

No one wants to play there, but the brothers Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu are different from others. They treat this abandoned basement as their own private space, where they can avoid everyone and have their own space.

Here, they can do anything, just pull out a gym mat and place it on the moldy ground, where they can lie down and imagine what might happen in the future.

Gen Chisei wanted to take his younger brother Gen Chinuo out into the future and become a big shot in Tokyo, but Gen Chinuo didn't have so many ideas. She just wanted to follow her brother. As long as her brother was by her side, she could be anywhere.

"Brother, why don't you go in? Are you scared, or are you afraid to face your past memories?"

The voice of Kazama Ruri suddenly appeared behind Gen Chisei, but when Gen Chisei turned around, he did not see Kazama Ruri.

"After all, who could have thought that Amaterasu, the future emperor of the Snake Eight Clans, would have his nightmare at the age of seventeen?"

"Brother is really unexpected. Under such a strong appearance, he actually hides such a cowardly heart."

Fengjian Liuli did not hide her sarcasm. It was obviously her decision to push the sword into her brother's heart, but the funny thing was that this actually became a nightmare in Yuan Zhisheng's heart.

Yuan Zhisheng did not answer. He held his breath and tried to capture the location of Fengjian Liuli through the subtle movements around him, but to no avail. Even though the sound was so clear, there was not even a trace of breathing around.

"This is your nightmare, brother. I am the user of the Word Spirit Dream Tapir. This is my home turf. How could you have such a ridiculous idea to find me in my home turf?"

The clear voice of Fengjian Liuli, like flowing water, rang out in all directions, and at the same time, he let out a laugh as loud as a bell, as if Yuan Zhisheng's idea made him feel very ridiculous.

"No, this is more than just my nightmare."

Yuan Zhisheng gave up the idea of ​​looking for Fengjian Liuli. Perhaps as Fengjian Liuli said, this was his home court, so he could only wait for the moment he showed up.

He looked ahead, his bright golden eyes showing no ripples.

"Girl, this is your nightmare too. To be more precise, this is our nightmare."

"It is precisely because this is our nightmare that it feels so real, as if we are reliving the choice we made back then."

Chapter 5 The battle between the elder brother and the younger brother ()

"Brother, you always say such ridiculous things."

Fengjian Liuli's voice sounded again, but this time Yuan Zhisheng did not respond. He just pushed open the door and walked down the stairs until he came to the gloomy basement.

When people are happy, they will think positively about everything. Just like when he was with his younger brother and daughter in the past, this gloomy basement was a secret base for them.

But in Yuan Zhisheng's current view, this basement is so eerie and terrifying that even his subconscious mind is rejecting entering this basement.

Yuan Zhisheng knew that his younger brother Zhinu's killer move must be in this basement, so he buried the fatal blow in the most secret place in the basement, waiting for his own carelessness.

When Yuan Zhisheng pushed open the rusty iron door, he saw beauties in gorgeous costumes standing on both sides. They had stiff smiles on their pale faces, and this unnatural smile looked particularly terrifying.

Yuan Zhisheng did not pay attention to these injection-molded corpses. He glanced at them and walked forward again.

He slowly pulled Spider Cut out of its scabbard. The slight friction sound between the sword and the scabbard seemed particularly harsh in the silent basement, like the whisper of death.

"Come on, brother, I have prepared my life, are you ready for yours?"

Yuan Zhisheng's low voice echoed in the basement. He didn't know where his brother was, but he knew that he must be nearby.

His feeling told him that his brother must be nearby and had set up a killing trap here specifically to hunt him down.

But Yuan Zhisheng was not afraid at all. When a person lets go of life and death, there will be nothing in the world that can scare him. When he entered the basement, Yuan Zhisheng had already made up his mind to die.

He wanted to sacrifice his own life and the life of the young girl to go to the underworld with him.

Fengjian Liuli did not answer, but think about it, how could a hunter in the dark answer the prey's questions and expose his position.

There were footsteps coming from the stairs above his head. The light footsteps reached Yuan Zhisheng's ears, making his golden eyes even more dazzling.

He knew that the end was coming, and he and the little girl would have to relive the ending of their seventeen-year relationship again.

"Then come on, little girl. This time, I won't let you be alone."

The spider blade was emitting a cold iron-colored luster, and drops of bright red water seeped out from the roof and then dripped onto Yuan Zhisheng's body. The appearance of this unreasonable phenomenon indicated that the owner of the nightmare tapir was approaching.

Only the master who weaves dreams can create such a vision in this dream that is infinitely close to reality.

Bright red liquid dripped onto the handle of the knife and slid down along the cold tip of the knife. Yuan Zhisheng lifted up the spider and faced it towards the rusty iron gate, ready to meet the impending end.

But behind him, a corpse suddenly opened its blood-red eyes. The originally golden pupils had turned completely blood red under the blessing of hatred.

In his hand he held a long knife, which had the same cold sheen as the Spider-Knife. This was a killing spree that Kazama Ruri had specially created for Minamoto Chisei.

Just as the elder brother stabbed the sword into the younger brother's heart, the younger brother will stab the sword into his elder brother's heart in exactly the same way this time.

Fengjian Liuli grinned and laughed silently in his heart. Not only him, but the knife tightly held in his hand was also laughing, and the cold blade was trembling with excitement.

Brother, die peacefully!

Fengjian Liuli showed a devil-like smile, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious. His figure seemed to move instantly. In just a blink of an eye, he appeared from his standing position behind Yuan Zhisheng.

The sharp blade of revenge cut through the obstruction of the air, and the pointed tip of the blade stabbed forward with all of Kazama Ruri's strength.

"Bah."

The sharp blade of revenge belonging to Fengjian Liuli pierced into Yuan Zhisheng's back, and then quickly went through his chest. The beating heart beat painfully under the blade.

Fengjian Liuli could feel the despair coming from her brother at this moment.

"Bah."

There was another sound of sharp iron piercing flesh, but this time, it was not Kazama Ruri's sharp blade that pierced Gen Chisei's body, but the Spider Sword that pierced through the bodies of Gen Chisei and Kazama Ruri at the same time.

The pupils of Fengjian Liuli's eyes suddenly widened. He looked in disbelief at the sharp blade that pierced his brother's heart, and then looked at his own chest that was pierced.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the pierced hearts of both of them and spilled onto the floor of the basement.

"Girl, I told you this time, I won't let you go on alone."

"Although I will still make the same choice as before and pay the due price for justice, this time, I want to choose a better solution and accompany you on the road to hell."

Yuan Zhisheng's voice sounded a little weak, but unusually firm, like a rock that has not changed its appearance for hundreds of millions of years, showing his firmness to everyone.

When Gen Chisei pointed the Spider Cut towards the rusty iron door, he saw Kazama Ruri behind him through the sword that was glowing with cold light.

At that moment, Gen Chisei had already won. He could have chosen to pretend not to know and dodge when Fengjian Liuli swung her sword, and then once again thrust his sword into the girl's heart as he did when he was seventeen years old, feeling the burning sensation of the blood spurting out.

But he did not choose to do so. After working for justice for so many years, he was a little tired. He also wanted to lie down and have a good rest with his important people.

So he chose a path he had never taken before. At the same time that Kazama Ruri's long sword pierced his heart, he also cut the spider in his hand in the opposite direction and pierced through his own heart, and then pierced the girl's heart again.