I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 203 Odin and the Tool Man Old Tang ([-] words)

"If the souls who have fallen into hell can bathe in the noble blood given by God, they will be able to pass from hell to heaven."

Chu Zihang thought about the meaning of this sentence.

"The main thing to express is this, and the rest are some irrelevant things. It seems that it should be used to cover up this sentence, as if a speculative novelist mixed a lot of insignificant phonemes with real clues." Lu Mingfei put his hands on the coffee table in front of the sofa, clasped his hands in front of his chin, and performed the classic action of Commander Ikari.

Maybe it's time to prepare a pair of glasses, otherwise there is no way to reflect light.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"I see, thanks."

Chu Zihang nodded.

"Hey, brother, why are you being polite to me?" Lu Mingfei took out the beef burger from the bag and opened the wrapping paper, "But speaking of it, you have information to ask me, and I just happen to be a little curious about something, so I need to ask you .”

"what's up?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Brother, has your bloodline improved recently?"

Lu Mingfei stuffed a big mouthful of hamburger into his mouth, but his voice was unusually clear.

Chu Zihang fell silent, only the sound of Lu Mingfei chewing in the living room.

After a long time, when Lu Mingfei was about to finish his beef burger, Chu Zihang suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his golden pupils were dazzling: "How did you find out?"

"Sure enough," Lu Mingfei just swallowed the last bite of the hamburger, and sighed out a breath that smelled of devil's pepper, "The golden pupils of mixed races are linked to bloodlines, senior brother, your current golden pupils are almost indistinguishable from Xiaoqiang and me up and down."

Although my pedigree is actually very low.

"It's not the same," Chu Zihang shook his head, "I can't control it anymore, now I think it will take about 10 minutes of meditation to close it."

"Because your bloodline is unstable, it's not that you're about to lose control of your golden pupil, but your bloodline," Lu Mingfei hit the nail on the head, "If your bloodline continues to rise, it won't take long If you exceed the critical blood limit, then you will be..."

Lu Mingfei didn't continue talking, but Chu Zihang answered calmly: "Deadpool."

"Before it gets out of control, I'll help you get a bloodline locking agent. With your current state, brother, the locking agent should be able to cure the root cause. If it continues to develop in the future, I'm afraid it will only treat the symptoms..."

"No need," Chu Zihang shook his head, "I need the power of blood."

"Even if the price is that the soul falls to hell?"

Lu Mingfei quoted the content of the inscription.

"Power always has a price."

Chu Zihang's calmness was as decisive as a sword.

"Brother, why do you need strength so much?"

Lu Mingfei was puzzled.

"I...can tell you a story."

Rarely, Lu Mingfei saw hesitation and indelible hatred on Senior Brother Chu's face.

He had never seen Chu Zihang show such an expression before. Usually, Chu Zihang was like a neat samurai sword, white and shiny, with a smooth and round arc. It was both a murder weapon and a work of art.

Now he is more like a samurai sword stained with dark red blood stains, with a curved blade and a broken mouth. It is a simple murder weapon, but it is a hundred times more ferocious than usual, making people fearful.

"I knew I would ask senior brother to bring me some popcorn."

There were two glasses of Coke in the bag, and Lu Mingfei handed one of them to Chu Zihang.

"Do you still remember when it was raining heavily in junior high school, I saw you asking Liu Miaomiao to take you for a ride, but she refused, so you rushed into the rain with your coat on..."

Perhaps because there was a story to tell, Chu Zihang, who was always brief, spoke more often.

"Senior brother doesn't wear this! Didn't you agree to tell your story? How did this start to expose my dark history?!" Lu Mingfei yelled dissatisfiedly, "I have reason to suspect that you are taking the opportunity to retaliate!"

Having long been familiar with Lu Mingfei's occasional off-kilter personality, Chu Zihang ignored him and continued, "I wanted my father to give you a ride, but you have already rushed into the rain."

"Can we stop talking about running into the rain?"

Lu Mingfei covered his face, but this also solved a doubt he had in the past two years - why did Senior Brother Chu call him by his name the first time he saw him in the square? Was it the impression left at that time?
"I'm glad I didn't call you. When my dad and I drove on the highway..."

……

"Wait, wait! Brother, let me stroke it," Lu Mingfei rubbed the center of his brows, "You mean, in our small corner city, there is hidden a special space that is different from the real world. In that space Here, you and your old man who works as a driver for the big boss and also uses the bus to pick you up from school privately met a... Nordic Lord God?"

"Odin."

Chu Zihang pronounced the name in a very light tone, but to Lu Mingfei's ears, the hatred was ten times worse than gnashing of teeth.

"If you didn't tell me this matter yourself, brother, but someone else, then I would definitely think that he was joking with me or making up stories to lie to me," Lu Mingfei sighed, "but now I We have to wonder if there is a Nibelung hidden in our city."

"Nibelungen?"

"Yes, you said that after your father stayed behind to fight Odin, the Maybach's automatic driving took you out of that section of the road, and then you go back, where it is already an ordinary highway," Lu Mingfei He explained, "This is a characteristic of the Nibelungen. It is based on the real world, but it overlaps with reality in space. It is almost impossible to enter without the permission of the medium and the owner. You said that it was raining heavily at the time, and the rain can be used as a medium."

"If Odin is the master of the Nibelung, why does it let us in."

Chu Zihang couldn't figure it out.

"Your father is a mixed race, maybe there is something about him that Odin took a fancy to... By the way, what is Odin? Is it the second generation or the first generation? Or is it not actually a dragon?"

Lu Mingfei remembered what Lu Mingze said in the middle of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he and the dragon are incompatible?Speaking of which, the ancestor of the dragon was the black king Nidhogg. In Norse mythology, it bit off the world tree and was one of the culprits that caused the twilight of the gods. Is the main god of the Asa protoss.

Could it be that a long, long time ago, there was an Asa clan in this world who was hostile to the dragon clan created by Ned Hogg, and Lu Mingze was a member of the Asa clan, so he hated the dragon clan?
Isn't the general development of this kind of fiction the reality?
Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

Because the history of the Dragon Clan is a lost history for the mixed races, and the records are extremely scarce, so Lu Mingfei doesn't know much information, so he can only make some limited and bold guesses.

"I don't know what Odin is," Chu Zihang shook his head, "I don't even know if it's a dragon, but I have a hunch that sooner or later... I'll see it again."

"No wonder you need power," Lu Mingfei rubbed the center of his brows, "but this kind of power is too dangerous. Obtaining power from the blood of a dragon is almost equivalent to exchanging your soul as a human with a part of a dragon. It's almost like..."

He suddenly thought of the little devil in the sea of ​​consciousness who tirelessly wanted him to hand over his soul and life, and subconsciously shivered: "I'm making a deal with the devil!"

"If the devil can give me strength, I'm willing to sell my soul to him."

Chuzi Channel.

"Come on, if you want it, I don't," Lu Mingfei curled his lips, "I don't have many friends, if you are taken away by the devil, then I have to go to hell to choke his neck and put the knife on his little brother Let him give your soul back."

"Maybe the devil is actually a girl."

A faint smile appeared on Chu Zihang's face.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for five seconds before he realized that Chu Zihang was joking. A strange feeling similar to the Chinese New Year rose from the bottom of his heart—is it time to celebrate by preventing firecrackers or something?

Everything is missing in the equipment department, but there is no shortage of things that can explode.

"By the way, senior brother, you haven't told me how you improved your bloodline!"

Lu Mingfei is very interested in Senior Brother Chu's method of improving bloodlines. If he can get this method, maybe he can improve it, reduce or even eliminate the side effects.

"You said that this is a deal with the devil, it's too dangerous," Chu Zihang shook his head, apparently not going to give it to Lu Mingfei, "You are an alchemist and researcher, there is no need to extract power from your blood, And your pedigree is already high."

If you want to talk about the devil, to be honest, I actually have a little devil in my mind right now, if one day I lose in the game, I will pump his ass hard to relieve my anger.

Lu Ming said in his heart.

"Don't worry, brother, I have a sense of proportion."

Lu Mingfei promised.

"I've used it before, you don't understand, just use it once and the consequences are unstoppable."

Chu Zihang persuaded him earnestly.

Lu Mingfei said in his heart that I have already seen that, senior brother, you actually have the potential of a mother-in-law. Fortunately, I have a trump card.

"Brother, I have something to show you."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Chu Zihang was puzzled.

Lu Mingfei took out his mobile phone, opened the photo taken outside the library during the day, and showed it to Chu Zihang. On it, he and Susie were bathed in the afternoon sunlight of the library. Susie's hair was stroking the back of his hand, eyelashes The slender, dark and bright eyes gazed affectionately at his side face.

Chu Zihang's expression changed slightly.

"I have nothing to do with Susie."

Chu Zihang explained.

"Well, senior brother, I believe in you," Lu Mingfei patted Chu Zihang's shoulder and said with a smirk, "But it's hard to say whether Junior Sister Xia Mi believes in you or not."

Chu Zihang's face changed significantly.

Lu Mingfei said in his heart that I guessed it right, you old Mensao actually has thoughts about Xia Mi!You used to pretend not to accept others in school, but you must have secretly enjoyed it in private!

However, after listening to Senior Brother Chu tell about his experience of meeting Odin, he finally understood why Senior Brother Chu was unwilling to accept Xia Mi—in his opinion, he was already a half-legged man who would seek revenge on Odin sooner or later. After entering the coffin, even if he is with Xia Mi, he will not be able to give Xia Mi a future, and may even implicate Xia Mi.

"How can you not tell her?"

Chu Zihang asked dryly.

"Brother, you understand."

Lu Mingfei showed a meaningful smile.

"Sneaking is not good."

Chu Zihang tried to make the last struggle.

"Actually, I have never been a good boy since I was a child."

Lu Mingfei looked sincere.

"The technique I use is called Violent Blood. It was called 'Road to Conferred God' a long time ago. After it was lost, the first generation of the Lionheart Society restored it, and then it was lost again. I restored it in the current files of the Lionheart Society. Let you The stele I helped to translate is a record of the violent blood a long time ago, it is said to curb its side effects, but no one has been able to translate it.”

Chu Zihang compromised: "The information is at the headquarters of the Lion Heart Club. If you want it now, I can dictate it."

"That's not enough. Brother, if you have time, please make a copy of all the materials you can give me. I will keep it confidential."

Lu Ming is not right.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang nodded.

"However, to curb the side effects, according to the translated content, it should be bathed in the blood of 'God', and to speak the words of God, we seem to know one..."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other and said in unison: "Odin!"

"If that's the case, perhaps as long as you bathe in Odin's blood, senior brother, you will be able to obtain the same strength as him, or far surpass the strength of the mixed race." Lu Mingfei rubbed his chin, "Now we are even more troublesome with Odin Reason."

"we?"

"Of course, brother, you don't think I'll let you face an opponent who can build a space that looks like the Nibelungen alone, do you? The dragon that can build the Nibelungen must at least be a second-generation dragon!" Lu Ming Fei patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, "As the saying goes, a brother who fights a tiger is a father and son soldier! Although Odin is far more ferocious than a tiger, we are better than brothers if we are not brothers. It is still necessary to fight Odin. shoulder to shoulder!"

Chu Zihang was silent for a long time, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his golden pupils had turned black again, and he said softly to Lu Mingfei, "Thank you."

Many, many years later, when Lu Mingfei recalled today, he yelled regretfully: "Odin is so fierce! The tiger's mother is really fierce!"

……

After seeing off Senior Brother Chu, Lu Mingfei had to face another problem that gave him a headache—he needed to exchange the Sun Shuan Stone for the slate that the girl was temporarily keeping.

He has the contact information and name of the girl who keeps the slate, but how should he contact her?
Continue to project with Swordsman?
His magic power, if he projected a swordsman with similar cultivation level as him, he wouldn't be able to last for a few minutes at all. He cut through the mess like before, and the time to get out of the auction house without talking too much was barely enough, but he had to say something. Complicated things are not enough.

Even if he condenses a projection with a low cultivation base, he can't last more than ten minutes with his cultivation base. It is impossible to place such a large stone slab properly, let alone send it back to the country.

As for showing up...

Lu Mingfei absolutely couldn't do such a dangerous thing by himself.

Fortunately, he still has a tool man, a tool man who happens to be in the United States.

He skillfully dialed a number, and was connected after a simple busy tone. The background sound on the other side of the phone was Monster Hunter.

"Hey, Old Tang, are you free recently?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Brother Fei? Are you free? What's the matter, Brother Fei? Do you need me?"

Old Tang said on the other end of the phone.

"I have a private job, do you accept it? The reward is good!"

"Pick it up! Brother Fei, why are you looking for me? I'll give you a discount! The jump price!"

Old Tang said politely.

"It's not a big job. How about you help me hand over an item, then send it back to China, and donate it to a museum?"

"It's easy to talk about. It just so happens that I want to take Xiaoyin to travel to China again."

Old Tang's tone was cheerful.

So is the focus on Xiaoyin or tourism?
With this question in mind, Lu Mingfei hung up the phone.

……

At the same time, Chu Zihang, who was walking outside the base of the equipment department, happened to pass by the canteen of the equipment department, and the huge screen hanging from the ceiling attracted his attention.

A group of researchers in white coats surrounded the screen. One of the researchers was holding a controller that Chu Zihang had never seen before, manipulating the bloody battle between Tachibana Ukyo on the screen and Chun Li on the opposite side.

Chu Zihang subconsciously stopped and watched for a while, until a passing researcher patted him on the shoulder and asked excitedly, "Brother, do you also play King of Fighters?"

"Isn't this Street Fighter?"

Chu Zihang was a little confused.

"Cough cough! Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue, I definitely didn't admit it!" The researcher couldn't help but pull Chu Zihang into the cafeteria, "Brother, you seem to be punching...Street Fighter seems to be very researched. Get up and play!"

Ten minutes later, Chu Zihang held the handle made by the equipment department expressionlessly, and the surrounding researchers surrounded him, cheering and marveling from time to time.

(End of this chapter)