Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

So, by coincidence, the scene that the professor on the plane saw before appeared in front of Mo Qiuran.

Gu Xun/span However, Mo Qiuran’s eyes lit up, which was completely different from the professor’s reaction.

"Wonderful!"

"I didn't expect that you could be so smart, senior. It seems that I really underestimated you before!" Mo Qiuran said.

"Hahaha, that's right!" Finkel continued to laugh with his hands on his hips.

……

"Here's what we know so far."

Finkel used a small wooden stick to tap the pile of papers on the ground, which were covered with various comic and cartoon designs.

The covers that were previously used to wrap these cartoon-patterned items have been put aside. According to Finkel, he has to take this thing back after he brings it out. After all, it is an antique. If it is lost, given his debt situation, he will probably have to work for the school for an unknown amount of time.

As for Mo Qiuran asking him why he brought this thing out instead of directly bringing the comic version of the information...Finger's explanation was - if not, how can I show the hard work I put in to obtain this information? Junior brother, you must distinguish right from wrong, remember to give me a little more when you share the reward!

"Since you have done this and put in such great efforts, I did intend to do this. But now that you have said it yourself, if I give you more rewards, wouldn't I become the scapegoat? This is not right!" Mo Qiuran nodded and said, "Let's just follow the original share!"

"Junior! Could you bear to see me, your senior, find an artist overnight to help me adapt and draw these materials, and then work hard to bring the things out, only to end up with no more rewards??!" Finkel's tone was so miserable that it almost made people cry.

Unfortunately, Mo Qiuran was definitely not that kind of person. He just grinned and sneered, "Okay, senior, we are all thousand-year-old foxes, so let's not play any Liao Zhai games here, let's get down to business! If the information you brought is useful enough, we can continue to discuss the reward sharing!"

"Well... in order to get a higher share, I really have no choice but to dig out all my knowledge again!" Finkel rubbed his hands.

"This excavation for secondary use is really vivid." Mo Qiuran looked at Finkel's head.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. As a former A-level student, I remember all the knowledge very well!" Finkel scratched his head and said, "Okay, let's get started! First of all, Junior Brother Chu must have seen a ghost at that time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chu Zihang on the side frowned slightly. There were just three of them in this room, but he had not spoken a word. Instead, he was looking at the cartoon pages trying to find some useful information from them.

But what the hell does this mean?

"What does 'seeing a ghost' mean?" Mo Qiuran asked the question on behalf of Chu Zihang.

"It's literally like seeing a ghost... According to my guess, that place should be full of dead people!"

"It was raining heavily at the time. The water element was extremely rich. In alchemy, the water element can usually be used as a bridge of communication, whether between substances or between realms.

Chu Xuedi said that he saw the highway entrance No. 000 at that time...but I have checked, the highway entrance starts from No. 001." Finkel said in a low voice.

"Based on this, I infer that at that moment, Junior Chu and his father were no longer in the real world... The enrichment of water elements caused the door to open, and the confusion between the material and spiritual realms made it easy for you to enter that place -

Nibelung, the Land of the Dead, is a temple-like place! Alchemists have racked their brains to find it for thousands of years!"

"Is there any relationship between alchemists and necromancers?" Mo Qiuran raised his hand and asked.

"No, the alchemists went crazy not because it was full of corpses...it meant something else." Finkel shook his head and began to explain in detail.

"The Land of the Dead, Nibelung, is probably just a legend and doesn't exist at all. Even if it does exist, it has been closed for many years. The last witch who claimed to have been there was burned on a cross. That was recorded in books in the Middle Ages.

It is a holy place that all alchemists want to worship. Although it is called the Land of the Dead, it is not the 'underworld' or 'hell', and it is full of treasures.

If we use one sentence to summarize alchemy, it is to 'kill' matter and then 'regenerate' it.

In the process of rebirth, impurities are removed and matter acquires new properties.

But killing matter is not as simple as killing people. In order to kill metals, generations of alchemists have been constantly pursuing higher flame temperatures and magical formulas.

Dead matter is the best material. To make gold, you must first kill silver. To make a sharp sword, you must first kill steel. And in the land of the dead, Nibelung, dead matter is everywhere. An alchemist once described that country...

There was no day or night, and there was always a half-dark, half-bright light floating in the sky. The ground and mountains were bronze, made of dead earth and metal. The sky was gray, made of dead air. The fire was cold blue, made of dead fire elements. Water could not float anything because water was also dead.

There is a city there, built with the bones of dead lives, enriched with the fifth element "spirit", which can be used to refine the legendary "philosopher's stone".

So you can understand why alchemists yearn for it so much, and even the dust of the Nibelung is worth a fortune to them!"

Finkel was visibly excited.

"Stop, there is no need to introduce so many professional things. Senior, you need to understand that we are just freshmen who have not yet enrolled. Two months ago, we didn't even know about the existence of the dragon clan." Mo Qiuran chose to interrupt.

"...So in two months we are planning to find and kill the God-King in the history of the Dragon Clan?" Finkel had a strange look in his eyes.

"Well...it's well known that sometimes fighting doesn't require so much brainpower." Mo Qiuran shrugged. "And it doesn't seem to make sense according to what you said. After all, what Chu Zihang saw at that time was a highway that was no different from the real world...or did this thing exist all those years ago?"

"The records about the Nibelungen are just legends, do you understand the legends? I have never seen the real one!" Fingel said, "And even if the Nibelungen was like that before, could it be that these dragon kings lived in it for such a long time? Can't we do some decorations when we stay in our little nest and have nothing to do?"

"Senior, what you said makes sense!" Mo Qiuran thought for a while and thought it made sense.

"Okay, now comes the most important thing... Since Nibelungen exists and is right here, then we have already found the door!"

Finkel said: "Now that we have found the door, the next step is to find the key!"

Chapter 4 Plan: Call the wind and rain, open the door, and kill the gods! (k)

"With your profound experience, you must have read relevant books and know what the key is and how to find it... right?" Mo Qiuran was not stingy with praise when he needed help from others.

"Hahaha... I don't know." Finkel laughed twice and felt very happy about Mo Qiuran's flattery (at least that's what he thought).

"...I suddenly feel like hitting someone." Mo Qiuran smiled.

"Wait! Although I don't know, I can make a reasonable guess and get the answer based on the information I have!" Finkel explained hurriedly.

"Okay, you continue."

"Ahem... let me think about how to put it...

In a sense, Nibelungen can actually be considered the place where dragons live.

An interesting phenomenon in the study of dragon history is that few people can find traces of dragon settlements. This is an important omission. If we can get in, we will become figures that can be recorded in history books!" Finkel said with great joy.

"If you don't speak directly now, senior, I will turn you into a character in a history book... I will find someone to write a book for you called The Biography of Finkel. It can be considered a history book, but I don't know if anyone will read it." Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows.

"Be patient, junior. We are facing something that has only existed in legends so far! Although we are enemies, we have to admit that the dragon civilization is an extremely splendid civilization!

They once enslaved humans and built magnificent cities.

The classics say that the King of Bronze and Fire lived in the northern ice fields and built a bronze palace as tall as a mountain. There was also the famous bronze pillar on which the Black King crucified the White King. The huge pillar recorded the Black King's long war history.

He also ordered the construction of a Shinto road across the ocean. It is estimated that the Shinto road is 400 meters wide, a larger project than any highway today.

But with the death of the Black King, these great ruins disappeared, just like Atlantis sank into the ocean overnight!

And now, I am only one step away from the veil that covers all of this. As a scholar, this is of course extremely exciting! Mmmmm..."

"Just tell me the solution. What I want is the solution, OK? We are not interested in the history of the dragon clan at all! Do you understand, senior?" Mo Qiuran raised his hand and a light bulb-shaped ice ball was stuffed directly into Fingel's mouth.

"Mmmmm!" Finkel nodded frantically.

"Snap!" Mo Qiuran snapped his fingers and the ice puck disappeared instantly.

"Ahem... I'm almost there. You can't get the hot tofu if you are impatient... Let me tell you! First of all, one thing that needs to be made clear is that Nibelungen is another dimension that does not exist based on reality. At most, it has a little or reflection-like connection with the real world, but that also depends entirely on the will of the controller inside."

Finkel said: "It's a bit like the so-called parallel universe!"

"Oh... I finally heard a familiar word. It feels so familiar." Mo Qiuran complained.

"Of course, it's just 'so-called', not 'actually'." Finkel said, "But there is one thing in common. At the beginning of its establishment, there must be one or more 'doors'. The key to this door is either the one chosen by the giant reptile inside, or... this!"

As he spoke, Fingel pointed to his clenched fist with his right hand and said, "Let a word spirit with space effects find and open this door... If the guest wants to enter when the host doesn't want him, then he can only break in by force, right?"

"...That's it?" Mo Qiuran asked after a moment of silence.

"Hey, hey, junior, what do you mean by this? I've tried my best to explain to you how meaningful it is what we are going to do!" Finkel expressed his disapproval.

"But the problem is that the only thing I care about is your last sentence, bastard!" Mo Qiuran punched him on the arm, causing Finger to scream in pain and shout frantically, "This is a work-related injury, this is a work-related injury! I demand more compensation!"

"I'll ask the questions and you answer them. Remember not to answer irrelevant questions!" Mo Qiuran took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to throw the Fen dog out. "Is the position of the door fixed?"

"The position of a single door is indeed fixed." Finkel nodded honestly.

"So, what we can be sure of at the moment is that there must be a [door] on the viaduct." Mo Qiuran tapped his fingers, "And what we need now is a word spirit owner of the space category?"

"This is just a theoretical hypothesis... Countless ancestors have tried to explore the existence of Nibelungen, but as far as we know, they all failed... So if you want to open the door, unless you have a more powerful spatial ability than the builder to force it open, then there may be only one way... an invitation from the master inside Nibelungen."

"Anyone who has been to this country will return to this country." Chu Zihang suddenly said.

Mo Qiuran and Finkel looked at him.

"This is what Odin once said." Chu Zihang said softly, "I remember every word he said very clearly."

"So you have been there and you will go back...you are the key!" Finkel exclaimed.

"So, as long as we walk around the viaduct with Chu Zihang, we can enter Nibelungen?" Mo Qiuran said, "So simple?"

"Of course it's not that simple. If you want to open the [door], you must have heavy rain. And not just ordinary heavy rain... it has to be the kind of rain that's on the level of a typhoon or storm. With the communication of the water element, the bridges between the two different spaces will be easier to communicate with!" Finkel corrected.

"So, we have to wait for a stormy day, drive around on the viaduct, and then try our luck?" Mo Qiuran concluded.

"That's about right." Finkel nodded, "But when I came here, I checked the weather forecast and it seems that there are no signs of storms sweeping here in the past month..."

"Senior, although I know your brain may not be working well, don't be like this! You have already mastered the existence of the Word Spirit, and you are almost the same as the legendary magician. Why are you still worried about the lack of a storm?" Mo Qiuran looked at Finkel with the eyes of a fool.

Fingel: "..."

"You mean... an artificial storm?" Finkel was about to subconsciously refute, "Do you understand the concept of a storm? What kind of power is needed to induce that level of rain by human power? That is not something that humans can do. Anyone who can do that can be called a god," when he suddenly remembered the scene where Mount Fuji was frozen in one second.

Ok……

If you think about it this way, it doesn't seem impossible?

The purpose is to kill gods. If you can't even do what only gods can do, then what is the point of killing gods? That's just committing suicide!

"I have no objection!" After thinking it through, Finkel immediately stated his position.

"Okay! It's decided then!"

Mo Qiuran slammed the table and finalized the plan.

"The plan is - make rain, find the door, and kill the gods!"

Valley/span……

The plan is beautiful, but the reality... is troublesome.

After all, to use a word spirit that covers an entire city and create a storm that could potentially cause economic losses... It's easy to do this abroad, but you still have to be careful in China.

After all, when we were in China, we still had the good image of a law-abiding student!

However, fortunately, Tang Zi's status and position have reached a very high level, and with the strength of the two as a guarantee...so this matter was quickly approved.

There is absolutely no video of a mountain being frozen instantly or gossip about a family being broken up and reorganized! Tang Zi and Mo Qiuran are both law-abiding people! They are both moral!

Of course, some preparatory drainage measures are essential. Fortunately, this coastal city is prone to typhoons, storms and rain, and the drainage system foundation is quite good.

Taking Mo Qiuran's "achievements" into consideration, the drainage system was upgraded and renovated again in a very short time... The workload was not very large, so it was completed in about ten days with the mobilization of manpower from all aspects.

Ten days later.

Today is a special day.

Mo Qiuran’s birthday.

It is a very coincidence... Mo Qiuran's birthday in this life is the day he was picked up, and this birthday happens to be the same day as Mo Qiuran's birthday in his previous life.

Therefore, Mo Qiuran always felt that this day was his lucky day... He escaped death and was reborn on this day in both of his lives, so of course it could be said to be his lucky day!

Birthdays are not complicated, it's just a table of people eating and drinking around cake and food. A grand birthday is generally just a transaction of interests. A meaningful birthday celebration should be like this, with a few friends, simple home-cooked meals, chatting and playing mahjong.

"This is Xia Mi, the female friend of your senior Chu Zihang!" Mo Qiuran's words instantly brought the atmosphere to a climax, and Lu Mingfei seemed to have discovered a new world, a cold-faced senior with a paralyzed face, who has been punished for three years The number one on the list actually has a girlfriend?

It's super big big news!

Before Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang had digested the news, Mo Qiuran threw out another one, pointing at Eri: "This is Uesugi Eri, my adopted sister! By the way, the pile of action figures and the like that I sent to you before were all sent by her real brother."

As soon as Lu Mingfei heard this, his pupils trembled instantly. He looked at Su Xiaoqiang and found that she felt the same way. They both recalled their speculations at that time... So what was going on?

They looked at Tang Zi quietly again and found that Tang Zi treated Eri with great intimacy, just like her own sister, and even flirted with her from time to time... Could it be...

"Why do I feel like you are thinking about something weird...where are you distracted?" Mo Qiuran frowned.

"No!" they both answered at the same time.

Regardless of how Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang brainstormed and how many guesses and conjectures they came up with later, in short, the birthday celebration passed quickly in such a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

If there was an instrument that could detect the concentration of dragon blood covering this place at this time, it would be discovered that in this small house there were two Dragon Kings, two Ss, two As, and an ordinary person with almost no or no blood concentration.

……

"I always feel like a lot of things have happened recently. When I think about it carefully, it's true." Tang Zi said.

"Yes, yes, things always come to us." Mo Qiuran nodded.

"I'm talking about you!" Tang Zi sighed and looked at him, "Why didn't I realize you were so noisy before?"