Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 58 Dreamland
"What do you mean?" Xia Mi poked her head out, curiously asking the baby,

Lu Mingfei's back was bleak, with a look of lovelessness on his face, he found two clean newspapers and lay down on the bench, put on a blindfold and did nothing to fight with the world.

Chu Zihang hesitated for a while, and whispered in Xia Mi's ear: "Junior brother has never been on time in this life by train, and there will always be various emergencies. Have you ever played Monopoly?"

Xia Mi's forehead moved in mid-air, and he said seriously: "You mean to say that Senior Brother Lu is the God of Decay, have we been possessed?"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his junior sister to be able to understand the key point in an instant.

Xia Mi chuckled, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Actually, I heard all your conversations at the Chicago train station! Have you forgotten that I was hiding on the beam that day?"

Chu Zihang turned his head expressionlessly.

Having such a half childhood sweetheart, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but he did find himself getting more and more helpless with her.

"Brother, are you hungry, do you want some snacks?"

Xia Mi flipped through the backpack and handed it directly to Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang looked down, and saw that the junior sister's bag was full of snacks. Sure enough, she was not performing a mission, but going out for an outing.

"Yes, I want to eat." A weak voice came from behind, "Please send it to me, Junior Sister."

"Forget about being lazy!" Xia Mi turned back and glared at a guy who was lying flat, "Didn't you take a bunch of snacks before?"

"It's over, people say it's filling your stomach, that's really filling your stomach!" Lu Mingfei groaned, "Junior Sister is partial, so give it to Senior Brother and not to me!"

Xia Mi's cheeks were slightly red, and he fiercely threw the bag on Lu Mingfei's stomach, "Alright, alright, what do you want to eat, Young Master Lu? I will bring it to you, little girl!"

"Do you have potato chips and happy water?" Lu Mingfei was still lying on his back with his blindfold on, scratching in his bag with both hands.

Xia Mi snatched back the backpack and rummaged through it, "I don't have any happy water, you can make do with pure water, what flavor do you want for potato chips?"

"tomato."

"no!"

"Why is there no tomato flavor?!" Lu Mingfei questioned aloud.

"Because I don't like it!" Xia Mi said confidently.

"And the Italian risotto?"

"Here, Master Lu, enjoy it slowly!"

"Well, Xiao Mizi, back off."

Master Lu waved his hand lazily, unwrapped the package and threw it into his mouth.

Chu Zihang stood beside the suitcase, his smile was fleeting, the younger brother and the younger sister are really similar to some extent.

As night fell completely, the staff in the train station changed.

Chu Zihang stood at the gate of the train station and looked out. The night was lonely, and even the street lights were turned off on the empty road. The undulating mountains in the distance looked like sleeping giants in the darkness. Only this station was still bright. With the lights on, like the last night watchmen, the two guards guarding the door also looked sleepy.

He waited and watched for a while, then turned and went back to the waiting hall to take a seat.

The younger brother was lying on his left side, sleeping soundly while wearing a blindfold. I don't know how this guy managed to sleep on the plane in the afternoon, and now he can still fall into such a sweet dream.

Xia Mi was lying on his right side, facing the back of the chair, his body curled up slightly, only the back of his head was exposed.

Chu Zihang sat between the two of them, staring at the mirror embedded in the wall in front of him in a daze.

Two of the three slept, and there was always someone in charge of the night watch. Chu Zihang, who was used to acting alone, naturally took over the night watch.

What's more, these two guys didn't give him a choice at all...

The waiting hall was silent, only the ticking of the clock hands on the wall.

Chu Zihang suddenly opened his eyes and looked around vigilantly.

When did I... fall asleep? !

He scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and found that the lights in the waiting hall had been turned off at some point, and the only light source was the moonlight pouring in from the skylight above his head.

There was no one at the ticket window, and the two guards at the door disappeared. The staff on duty tonight seemed to be absent from work collectively.

The entire waiting hall was shrouded in the cold moonlight, and the shadow of the window pane of the skylight was stretched obliquely, projecting on the back of the bench.

It was the end of July and the beginning of August, and it was still summer. After getting off the plane, Chu Zihang checked the local climate. The temperature tonight was between 20°C and 25°C. Even if he was wearing short sleeves, he shouldn't feel cold.

But at this moment, Chu Zihang felt the bone-piercing cold!
The air became sticky and humid, and thick mist floated above the roof of the waiting platform.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, as if seeping in from outside the waiting platform, and the water mist permeates the waiting hall, showing signs of getting worse.

At this time, the concentration of water vapor is surprisingly high, and everything that can be touched is covered with a film of water.

Chu Zihang wanted to wake up both junior and junior immediately, but when he stretched out his hand to wake up junior, he was in vain!
His expression changed, and he suddenly looked down, only to find that Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi had disappeared, just like the staff on duty in this train station disappeared strangely!
Chu Zihang stood up quickly, grabbed his tennis bag, unzipped it, grabbed the handle of the knife, and drew the knife out of its sheath.

Iron blue light splashed out, and the icy breath went up the wrist, Chu Zihang held Cun Yu again!
Water vapor spread along the floor and climbed up his ankles.

Chu Zihang twirled his fingers, the finger surface was extraordinarily moist, the water vapor in the air was already saturated to the point of saturation, and the ground became extremely wet and slippery.

And this change made him seem to have returned to the Runde Building more than ten days ago!

The familiar breath came again, it was a cold, unique storm-like breath...

That elevated road covered in torrential rain!
Chu Zihang suddenly covered his head in pain, and there was a constant sharp pain in the depths of his brain. Countless sharp blue-purple lines twisted in his mind, like hieroglyphs on an ancient stone tablet!
The memory deeply rooted deep in the blood flashes before the eyes, just like the deepest nightmare - the young man with golden pupils split between his foreheads is lying on the throne of black stone, with a long sword of bones stuck in his chest; the girl is standing on the altar carved in stone Rolling up and down, screaming in pain, like a harbinger of childbirth; the woman tied up on the copper pillar slowly opened her eyes, her white hair fluttered, and blood and tears flowed from her eyes; finally, black wings tore the sky...

He had seen these flickering images on the elevated road six years ago!

This is vision!

But why did I have the phenomenon of spiritual vision at this time?
Chu Zihang suddenly raised his head, looking at the mirror embedded in the wall in horror!
The mirror was originally only one meter high and half a meter wide, but now it seems to reach the sky and connect the two worlds!

The world in the mirror is filled with thunder and golden flames, and the ancient god riding an eight-legged horse stands in the wind and rain and stares at him coldly.

The scene reflected in the mirror is not the waiting hall, but the highway in the wind and rain!
Odin!

He came again riding an eight-legged steed, holding Kungunir in his hand!

No...impossible...impossible!

The younger brother clearly killed him that night!
How could he still be alive? !
Crowds of black shadows appeared beside Odin, with countless pairs of golden pupils burning like torches. They stared coldly at Chu Zihang outside the mirror, like a group of gods of death staring at the dying, waiting to harvest fresh souls.

Those black shadows were whispering among each other, using the oldest language, like singing and crying, seemed to be far away, yet seemed to be close to the ear.

That is……

pig called? !
Chu Zihang opened his eyes in astonishment, waking up from the nightmare.

He was panting violently, breathing in fresh air as if he was about to suffocate, the sound of the pointer ticking could be heard in his ears, and farther away were the voices of two ladies at the ticket office discussing in low voices, discussing the performance of the children at home , the yawn of the guard kept coming from the direction of the door...

The world returned to normal in an instant, and the fireworks returned to his side.

Chu Zihang looked down at himself blankly.

He was still sitting on the seat, and the tennis bag in which Murasame was stored was lying quietly at his feet, and the zipper had not been unzipped.

He looked up again, and the mirror embedded in the wall reflected his pale face.

Suddenly a long pig-like sound came again, Chu Zihang looked to the left and finally found the source of the sound.

The younger brother hummed in his sleep, turned over, and licked his lips again.

Chu Zihang smiled wryly, leaned back in the chair weakly and slowly, looking at his junior brother's sweet sleeping face, he was speechless.

The temperature returned to normal, the air was warm, and he would not be cold in short sleeves, but his arms were covered with goose bumps.

Is this really... a dream?
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