Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 135 It’s time for us to settle the accounts!

In the small wooden house, Yuan Zhinu was lying on the only bed, and Finkel even considerately covered her with a blanket.

Old Tang was sleeping soundly on the thatched floor nearby, and his sleeping posture looked almost the same as it had been the night before.

The whole house was filled with a sleepy smell, which was obviously Finkel's masterpiece.

What Finkel didn't know was that not long after he left, the girl opened her eyes quietly.

After making sure that the man had gone far away, Yuan Zhinu quickly sat up from the bed, looked around the room, and soon found the source of the smell. There was a small incense burner burning in the corner of the room, which continued to emit a drowsy smell.

Knowing that Genjiro's bloodline was strong and that she might be able to resist this inhaled drug, he deliberately added something to the hot milk, but he didn't know what it was.

But considering that Yuan Zhinu, who had been drinking all kinds of drugs from General Wang since she was a child and had already developed a strong drug resistance, could still feel the dizziness, the stuff that this bastard used was definitely enough.

If her bloodline had not already broken through to the next generation and had not been flowing with dragon blood all over her body, she might have really been knocked down.

But if that were the case, she wouldn't have drunk the glass of milk.

Knowing from the simulator that Fingel had ulterior motives and having been secretly escaped by him several times in a row, Yuan Zhinu would naturally be on guard.

However, no matter how many nice words you say to such a vigilant guy, it will be useless. Even if you tie him up and beat him, I guess he won't tell the truth.

In that case, why not just let him do it, and she can just follow behind and act as a jackal.

Regarding that embryo, Gen Chikō actually had some thoughts in her mind.

I learned from the simulator before that the Dragon King can parasitize on a corpse and wait for an opportunity to hatch and be reborn. In addition, the black dragon has been guarding the corpses of the students lost in the academy ten years ago. Yuan Zhinv doesn't believe that there is no trick here.

However, so much time has passed, and the location of the corpses is not easy to find. After all, it is such a large sea area. Since Finkel is so anxious to go, let him lead the way.

Since entering Greenland, Yuan Zhinv has sent snakes to follow this guy at all times, just in case he leaves without saying goodbye.

And now, from the news brought by the snake, Yuan Zhinv could clearly feel that Finkel was heading in a certain direction with a very clear goal. It turned out that the previous inability to find the way was all an illusion, and this guy was just pretending.

However, Yuan Zhinu was not in a hurry to chase after him. She threw the burning spices out of the house, walked to the sleeping Old Tang, and reached out to wake him up.

When Old Tang woke up, he still looked confused and his eyes were out of focus for a long time.

Yuan Zhinu was patient and waited for a long time before watching him slowly wake up.

Old Tang covered his dizzy head and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong with me? I feel dizzy."

"You're right to faint." Yuan Zhinv said, "Your good brother drugged you. If you feel really uncomfortable, you can go out and wash your face with snow."

It took Old Tang a while to react to such a simple sentence, and then he widened his eyes in disbelief and blurted out subconsciously: "Why?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's afraid that we'll steal his wife." Yuan Zhinv said casually, "Get up as soon as you wake up. Let's follow him secretly now."

Old Tang was completely confused. He was at a loss from the beginning to the end. He had no idea what this trip to Greenland meant, why he came here, and when he would return.

But at this moment, seeing that his two companions were both seriously ill, he inexplicably began to miss his warm room and computer.

"Brother Big Face Cat, I have sacrificed too much for you this time. Damn it, you must repay me in the future." Old Tang muttered as he was led out, and then the cold wind blew on his face.

As a result, Old Tang suddenly wanted to die.

……

"Hey bro, remember me?"

In the icy port, a worker got up early for a walk and was about to go back when someone patted him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he saw a sincere smile full of enthusiasm.

"Who are you?" The worker looked confused. He had no recollection of knowing such a person. Moreover, this person had a face that showed he was not a local. If he had seen him before, he would have been deeply impressed.

But this person spoke an authentic dialect, and his greeting was so warm, as if he was an old friend who hadn't seen me for a long time.

"Oh, you don't remember me?" Finkel showed a sad expression: "I was a foreign employee here before, but I left because I couldn't continue working here."

The workers were scratching their heads. They had indeed hired some foreign employees in the past, but because the working environment was too harsh, they basically left after not working for long. In the end, only the locals like them who had long been accustomed to the severe cold were left.

But he still couldn't remember which foreign employee he had interacted with. Maybe it was because it was too long ago and he had forgotten it.

The worker didn't ask further, but just asked in confusion: "Why did you come back? Is there something wrong?" "I came back to deal with something." Finkel smiled embarrassedly: "Why did the work here stop? I couldn't find the foreman even if I wanted to."

"Oh, they said there were storms recently, and the water was not very calm. We took a break for a while, and most of the workers left. The foreman should have gone home as well."

"Thank you so much, brother. You've helped me a lot." Finkel gave the other party a thumbs up. The worker scratched his head embarrassedly and turned away.

And the moment the worker turned around, all the expressions on Finkel's face disappeared instantly.

He turned and walked into the huge factory, and came to a hidden room with ease. There were many safes in it. He walked to a safe and entered the password. Soon, with a slight click, the safe was opened.

Inside is a complete set of diving equipment.

As if he knew that he would come back sooner or later, this man who was always laughing made all the preparations without anyone knowing.

He speaks fluent Greenlandic dialect and has everything he needs ready to return for a dive.

It was just too coincidental that the factory stopped operating at that moment, as if someone had prepared a gift for him.

But it didn't matter. He was too lazy to think about these things. He put on all the equipment calmly and skillfully, as if he had practiced it millions of times.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, he wanted to take his girl home... or, stay there forever with his girl, never to be separated again.

No matter which of the two outcomes, he would gladly accept it.

The man stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes seriously and carefully, like a clumsy guy who was nervous about going on a date, or like he was going to an important and long-awaited banquet.

Finally, the man jumped into the sea without hesitation. The splashing water sparkled in the sunlight. Layers of ripples spread out but quickly disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

The seabed was clear and the water was rippling slightly. The man dived down firmly. Even though ten years had passed, the route was still firmly engraved in the man's mind, because this was a road that made him lose everything.

He dived to a depth of about 200 meters in one breath. The surrounding water temperature had dropped below zero degrees. This supercooled sea water would freeze quickly if it was slightly stirred, and a thin ice film spread out in front of him.

The spotlight on the diving helmet was reflected in the thin ice. At that moment, a dark shadow flashed by, but Finkel did not look back. He seemed to be unaware of it, but also as if he had expected it.

The man calmly continued to swim towards the place he remembered, and at the same time he could see the shape of the black shadow in the reflection of the thin ice.

The pitch-black monster was like a totem on an ancient mural. It was so light, and its slender tail swayed slowly in the sea, like a flying butterfly without making a sound. It was also like a ghost, following him silently.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the man's eyes, which always made all kinds of exaggerated expressions, were now filled with only joyful madness.

Finally, he came to the place in his memory. It was exactly the same as the nightmare scene that he had dreamed of countless times at midnight but could never escape. Time seemed to have stopped here, and everything here remained the same as it was ten years ago.

The girls in his memory, his friends, were now all locked in heavy metal suits, quietly sealed in the endless cold.

Finkel could even see the expressions on those people's faces. They looked so lively, as if they were just sleeping quietly and would open their eyes at any time.

But they have been sleeping here for ten years, never seeing the sun.

"Long time no see, guys." The man murmured softly, but no one answered him, and no one would ever answer him again.

The man's eyes swept over every familiar face, finally stopping on the girl at the edge.

She was a pale girl with long hair. Her skin was as white as snow and had an almost transparent texture. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face. Her face was so peaceful as if she had just fallen into a deep sleep.

The slender body was wrapped in a thick layer of ice, the crystal clear ice surface refracted faint light, the girl's hands were crossed in front of her chest, her slender fingers were slightly curled up, as if she wanted to grasp something, but eventually they froze in the cold.

She just slept quietly like that, surrounded by endless cold and darkness. The ten years had left no trace on her, leaving her just as she remembered.

"EVA, I'm old, but you're still so beautiful."

The man's tone was hoarse and low, and his voice was very soft, as soft as the most intimate whisper between lovers, and as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping girl.

He slowly reached out and pulled out the knife tied to his waist. The mirror-like white blade suddenly turned black in his hand. The black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade. A long knife with a twisted blade and strange shape appeared in his hand.

The next moment, black flames popped up on the blade, and the sea water near it was evaporated instantly. Countless white steam boiled and turned into bubbles in an instant, rushing up as if escaping for life. The man turned around suddenly and swung the knife fiercely, chopping at the black shadow behind him without hesitation!
"After so many years, it's finally time for us to settle the accounts!" The man's eyes were as fierce as a King Kong's, his head was raised like a mad dragon, and he let out an angry roar!

The strange black long sword drew a cold arc and fell towards the huge monster behind it.

A shrill laugh sounded in the sea, as if God was mocking the ants who overestimated their own abilities.

(End of this chapter)