Cold rainwater gathered from all directions and flowed along the walls of the tunnel. Chu Zihang seemed to be driving a vehicle into a space-time tunnel that was enclosed by a water curtain.
Except for the roar of the engine and the sound of water, Chu Zihang could hear nothing.
This is a pure black luxury car. In the triangular frame on the front of the car, two M letters overlap to form a mountain shape.
'Maybach', translated as 'Maybach' in Chinese, is a top-of-the-line car produced by Mercedes-Benz, which is several times more expensive than the cheap stepfather's Mercedes-Benz S500.
Even though the car was completely devastated at this moment, driving this car at this moment, with the sound of the roaring engine piercing the rainy corridor, still seemed to take him back to that rainy night a few years ago.
He still remembered that night, the wipers on the cracked front glass were swinging wildly from side to side like a crazy metronome, scraping away layers of rain on the windshield.
And the middle-aged man in the car who he hadn't even had time to say goodbye to was always smiling at him with his face covered with assholes.
At the time, Chu Zihang didn't know why this guy could always smile so happily, as if he didn't have anything to worry about at all.
Apparently his son was sitting in the passenger seat carrying the Hermes backpack his father bought from London, and his wife was even taking a lazy nap on the sofa at his father's house.
Under such circumstances, he could still act as a driver for others as if nothing had happened.
Does this man have no self-esteem at all?
But later Chu Zihang understood.
Self-esteem is not important to this man.
The important thing is that his wife and children are alive and well.
He and his mother are the treasures that this man wants to protect even if he abandons everything.
But the moment Chu Zihang understood, it was too late.
The man told him not to look back, but he did.
Yes, until the end, he was still so rebellious and disobedient.
The knife slipped out of the sheath, the blade shining as clear as water.
Until this moment, Chu Zihang could still clearly remember every detail of that time, including his face full of despair reflected on the man's blade.
Surrounded by the shadows were the same desperate wails, as if coming from hell, the sound of blood gushing from the wounds, and the sound of bones breaking under the blade.
Everything is mixed in the storm.
The man turned his back to him, waving his sharp claws like a lion defending its cubs. Although the scene was extremely chaotic, no shadow could break through his defense.
One shadow after another was cut apart in the light of the sword, a transparent air curtain opened in the rain, and the man burst out with a high-pitched roar like gibbering deep in his throat. That was the spirit of speech. It is the same as those shadows whispering, ancient words from the vast ancient times.
Everything was deeply imprinted in the depths of Chu Zihang's mind like a slow-motion replay of a movie.
Until the moment at the end of the movie, he had a strange feeling, like a kite string that had snapped.
That was the kite string between him and that man, stretched very long. He could only see that man after a long time, and this moment was probably the closest moment in so many years.
He still remembers the end of memories in this storm.
The man dodged among the meteors, twirled around with his knife, jumped high on those black shadows, and slashed! Towards Odin! Towards the head of 'god'!
The mark on his back became hotter and hotter, and the stinging feeling made the blood in Chu Zihang's body begin to boil.
At this moment, just like that night, there were countless dark shadows outside the car window.
He knew that no one would protect him anymore.
This time, it was his turn to swing his sword at these dream demons.
"Stay alive so that we can meet again."
Chu Zihang held the steering wheel with one hand and slowly pulled out the sword with one hand, muttering in his mouth.
This is what the man said to him at that time.
He always remembered.
He didn't believe the man was dead.
So he has always believed in this sentence and has been pursuing it to this day.
Death is the end, an eternal farewell, irreversible, a hand that can no longer be held, a temperature that can no longer be felt, and a 'sorry' that can no longer be said.
Even if there is only one miracle in a billion, he will try to overcome all this, see that man again and say 'I'm sorry'.
Tonight, is it time to see you again?
Chu Zihang didn't know.
But he swung the knife.
Murasame pierced the roof of the car. In addition to the sound of metal being cut, there was also screams, and blood seeped into the car along the blade.
He pressed the Maybach against the wall of the tunnel and kicked open the car door on the other side along with the approaching black shadow.
In a flash of lightning, he bit Murasame's knife handle, pulled up the black box placed on the passenger seat, grabbed the beam of the car with his other hand, turned over and jumped onto the roof of the car.
The speed of the car continued to slow down with violent vibrations. The iron sheet broke through the friction of the water curtain flowing down the wall, and the sparks from the pump were extinguished in an instant.
Chu Zihang wiped away the black beauty from his eyes. The eternal burning golden boy was originally shining with light, but at this moment, it was completely burning in the darkness, like two parallel suns.
boom.
The black box filled with "Seven Sins" was slammed into the roof of the Maybach under his feet. With the help of the box as a support and his enhanced bloodline, he stood firmly on the roof of the car, ignoring the turbulence of the car body. .
Yes, Chu Zihang's bloodline has been strengthened at this moment, and he is bleeding violently.
After the violent bloodshed, how many swords can he pull out? Chu Zihang has never tried it, and there is no need to try it now.
Because the surrounding black shadows are far from reaching the point where these killing weapons are needed.
puff--
Murasame's blade cut through the darkness. Chu Zihang's swing of the knife was already fast, and at this moment, he was on the roof of the car that had not completely stopped, so the power of the slash was increased.
The black shadow that rushed towards him was cut apart almost instantly by the sharp blade, without exception.
Chu Zihang kept waving the long knife, because these black images kept coming like a tide, as if there was no end.
The Maybach under his feet quickly stopped under the great resistance. Chu Zihang did not hesitate, flying and stepping on the wall in an attempt to jump towards the open space.
The tunnel was filled with such dark shadows. They are dead people, or like those guys back in the day, Deadpool.
As if the scene was reappearing, these black figures chased the Maybach and ran wildly in the tunnel.
But there is a slight difference, that is, the boy who could only shiver in the storm that year now has the strength to face them head-on.
After landing, Chu Zihang did not run away.
There was the sound of dense footsteps approaching quickly from behind.
But his face remained extremely calm.
He looked at the front of the empty tunnel. There was obviously nothing there. In his eyes, it was as if there was a helpless boy kneeling on the ground, looking at him desperately like a drowned rat.
This is the boy that man tried his best to protect.
"It's really embarrassing."
Chu Zihang murmured softly, took out a piece of chewing gum, peeled off the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
He was angry.
But now is not the time to get completely angry.
Along with the coolness that spreads from the mouth.
Chu Zihang calmed down a little, turned around and faced the black shadows that were coming like a tide.
"Although I know you might not understand, over the years... I have always wanted to meet you again. Of course... it's not just you."
As he spoke, a hemispherical field appeared vaguely around him.
This is a transparent realm, with unstable dark red light arcs flickering on the surface.
Almost at the same moment, those silent shadows arrived as promised, engulfing Chu Zihang like waves engulfing a rock.
But the moment the pale white ferocious palms they waved touched the realm, the realm was shattered.
The blazing flames exploded instantly, like a napalm bomb exploding. All the black shadows approaching Chu Zihang were burned out in an instant, leaving only bronze-colored bones.
Yan Ling·Junyan, the 'King's Wrath' caused by the bloodline of the King of Bronze and Fire.
The anger suppressed in Chu Zihang's heart at this moment seemed to be vented to the outside world through such flames, and it was far from over. The dark fire flickered around him, as deep as an abyss.
In fact, when 'Junyan' is firmly controlled, it is pitch black like this, and the pure black flame hides both light and heat.
Only when it needs to explode will it be transformed into a blazing flame.
This is absolute control over Jun Yan. Although he looks like a murderer, Chu Zihang is indeed suppressing his anger and fighting calmly at this moment.
The black image in front of me is like a moth flying into the flame knowing what it means to be afraid. It rushes towards me in waves without fear of death, endlessly.
The Junyan Domain erupted again, and at the same time, Chu Zihang jumped into the enemy group through the blasted gap, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
The blade of Murasame's blade, which turned red due to the blazing temperature of the surrounding fire elements, cut through the darkness like a flowing fire, crushing the black shadow into pieces like iron sheets cut by high temperature.
The figure waving the blade and whirling in the rainy night in the past seemed to overlap with Chu Zihang's figure at this moment. Everything seemed to be happening again like fate.
The ending is naturally the same.
These black shadows are just whetstones for the man back then and for Chu Zihang at this moment. The real target of their swords will be after this.
call--
At this time, the screaming wind swept through the entire corridor, just like the wind in the stormy night, which was as cold and biting as the wind, cutting the skin and hurting.
But there seems to be a difference.
These winds lingered on the fire element caused by Chu Zihang's swing of the sword, making it become more violent.
They are helping him.
For a moment, Chu Zihang saw a slender figure at the end of the corridor through the black shadow.
Junior sister Xia Mi, who just came to the academy not long ago, has a spirit recorded in the eucalyptus - the child of the Wind King.
Because of the reminder in Caesar's letter, he paid special attention to this girl.
"Brother! Come on! You are the best!"
Xia Mi was like a cheerleader, while using the power of words and spirits to influence the surrounding wind elements to help Chu Zihang.
The wind helped the fire, and Chu Zihang's strength was significantly improved.
He did not respond to the other party, but continued to swing the knife expressionlessly.
The red knife sliced through the air, tearing the space wherever it passed, and blazing flames overflowed from the gaps.
This is a mixture of fire and wind elements being detonated by the blade with blazing heat.
Chu Zihang's figure ran wildly in the direction of the Maybach parked close to the wall at an extremely fast speed, the red sword light being stretched in the darkness.
boom--
The explosion seemed to be one step slower than Chu Zihang, and wherever it passed, the black shadow was burned out in the violent roar.
Everything fell silent.
Chu Zihang sheathed his sword, slowly walked to the roof of the Maybach, and took off the 'Seven Sins' that hit the roof of the car.
"Wow! Senior brother, you are so awesome!"
Xia Mi cheered and approached, giving the impression that she was about to hug Lu Mingfei.
(Lu Mingfei: Are you polite?)
However……
ever--
The Zhanma sword, representing the rage, was unsheathed, roaring and splitting the air, and the cold tip of the sword was fixed in the direction of Azisha.
"You...it's best not to get close."
With an expression on his face, Chu Zihang stared indifferently at the girl who was about to approach with his pair of never-extinguishing golden eyes.
"Uh..." Xia Mi was slightly startled when he heard this, "What's wrong? Senior brother? Are there any enemies around?"
As she said that, she looked around doubtfully.
"An enemy? Maybe..."
Chu Zihang answered calmly, but for some reason, his tone seemed to be mixed with a little disappointment.
"Should I call you Xia Mi, or should I call you...the King of Earth and Mountains?"
"..."
The air suddenly became eerily still.
Xia Mi looked around and paused as if frozen.
After a long time, she seemed to be discouraged, shrugged helplessly, turned her head and looked at Chu Zihang.
sneer.
"How...how did you find out?"
"It's not a discovery, just a suspicion... But now that you admit it, it proves that our suspicion is correct." Chu Zihang replied expressionlessly.
If Xia Mi listens carefully, he will understand the meaning of Chu Zihang's words.
The 'maybe' in his mouth has two meanings.
One is the uncertainty about whether Xia Mi is the 'Dragon King', and the other is that even if the opponent is the 'Dragon King', he may not be considered a real enemy.
This is where the disappointment comes from.
The person Chu Zihang was looking for was not here.
This is just a well-arranged prank.
"'We'?" Xia Mi raised his eyebrows, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"It's Caesar." Chu Zihang replied calmly, "He only relied on intuition at first and doubted your identity, because after all, you were the one being targeted by Sun Haoran."
"What do you mean?" Xia Mi frowned slightly, still not understanding. Just intuition? Did you expose yourself for such a ridiculous reason?
"Of course, Caesar is not someone who makes rash judgments based on an intuition."
Chu Zihang continued to explain. At the same time, he took out a photo from his pocket and threw it in the direction of Xia Mi.
"When he was stopped at the immigration gate, Caesar did something and asked Nono to see Sun Haoran. The purpose was to ask him to get something that only the company could have."
"what?"
Xia Mi's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as she stared at the photo spinning in mid-air. Due to the angle and rotation speed, she couldn't clearly see the picture on it until it stopped.
But for no reason, the answer should be above.
