Chapter 193 Trading
faster! Faster!
Lu Mingfei was soaked all over, his heart was pounding. He looked at the road sign in front of him which was getting dimmer and dimmer, as if it meant something bad.

Every step he took in the puddles on the ground felt unsteady. It seemed as if something was constantly swimming in the inky water, rubbing against his ankles, making them itchy.

"Isn't it an aristocratic school? All the funds are used for the dance." Lu Mingfei complained, "Why is the drainage system the same as that of 19th century London?"

No! I can't associate it! He immediately shook his head to get rid of the idea, otherwise he would feel that every step he took would be indescribable.

The rain was getting heavier. Everything was dark and the sound of gunfire in the distance could no longer be heard.

Lu Mingfei felt a sense of fear for no apparent reason, and he couldn’t put his finger on why. It was like the anxiety one feels when facing doomed disaster before the results of a failed exam come out.

puff.

He tripped and fell without paying attention.

"Junior brother." A faint voice came from below, "Do you know that you crushed my smile with one step?"

Hearing the familiar voice, the cry of “Ghost!” lingered in his throat for a few times before being swallowed. Lu Mingfei covered his pounding heart.

"Damn it, Brother, I thought I knew you well enough, but I didn't expect you to pretend to be a mermaid here to escape from intruders."

"What mermaid?" Finkel said angrily, "You are seriously insulting my masculinity."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said, "Brother, do you really need to be so careful? We are so far away from the center of the battle, no one can hear you even if you speak louder."

"You don't understand this, do you?" Finkel laughed, "I was able to survive in this dragon-slaying school for eight years and saw off so many of my colleagues because I was always careful and cautious."

"Brother, you are such a coward and yet you can say that. Your command of words is really amazing!" In the darkness, Lu Mingfei gave him a thumbs up.

Finkel hummed and moaned, feeling very pleased with himself. "Alright, junior brother, don't bother me here. If you are exposed, that bald professor will definitely deduct points for you. Go back to the dormitory."

"Oh, right! I have something to ask you, Senior Brother!" Lu Mingfei thought about the main topic, "Have you seen Senior Sister nearby?"

"You mean Nuonuo?" Finkel thought for a moment, "She was here before, but she went back immediately after the intruder appeared."

"Going back?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. He looked at the bright arrow still pointing forward and scratched his head in confusion.

"Of course she went back. Do you think she can understand the survival secret of keeping a low profile as well as I do?" Finkel seemed speechless.

He paused, "Go back to the dormitory quickly and get some sleep, then everyone you want to see will show up."

“Brother, you can actually say such tender words.” Lu Mingfei felt a little uncomfortable and shouted, “Monster! Where did you hide my useless brother?”

"Are you talking about that handsome man who is elegant, intelligent and brave and has dominated Cassel for eight years? He's already in my belly, so just give up on this idea. Hahahaha."

"Damned monster! Spit out my useless senior brother!" Lu Mingfei pretended to strangle Finkel's neck.

But suddenly, he was stunned.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Brother... where did I touch?"

Lu Mingfei's voice was very dry, like a rusty clockwork toy that squeaked after being turned once.

"Damn, you stuck your finger in my nose!" Finkel snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Is... is it? It turns out to be a nose." Lu Mingfei shivered and wanted to laugh, but his body kept shaking. "I was wondering why there was a hole on the neck? It turns out... it's a nose."

His hands were always on Finkel's body, and he could feel the warm water seeping out little by little.

[What could this water be?] Lu Mingfei felt dizzy.

"Junior brother, are you British? You make me feel insecure." Finkel was very dissatisfied.

But when Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, he could no longer utter any bad words.

He suddenly felt suffocated, the sticky rain filled his trachea and he could not see clearly.

The phone in the pocket was mechanically taken out. This unknown brand showed its powerful functionality at this moment. Even though it had been soaked in water for so long, it could still be easily lit up.

The white light shone down weakly, and the light red water on the ground was bright and full. The earth seemed to have been broken, and blood was gushing out from the inky flesh.

The wound was so big and painful, just like the Namib Desert in Africa. No matter how beautiful it was, it could not hide the desolation, like the desolation of death.

What a good brand, Lu Mingfei thought bitterly.

If he had used a counterfeit brand, would he have been able to avoid this nightmare tonight?

Lu Mingfei felt that he was really going too far! Although the useless senior brother was stingy, greedy, and had no bottom line, how could he have such a dream?

Wouldn't it be fine to let him dance in women's clothes? How could... I dreamed that he was pierced all over?
"Junior brother, if I say this is a prank, would you believe it?" Finkel's hair stuck to his forehead, his face was sticky and covered with mud, and he looked more disheveled than ever.

"I believe it, of course I do!" Lu Mingfei's eyes were sore. "Brother, where did you do your makeup? Hollywood makeup artists are weak compared to you! Why do you still steal clothes? You can make a lot of money by doing makeup for actors in zombie movies."

"Young, still young." Finkel grinned and laughed, "Junior brother, listen carefully. In order to make you understand the truth of the world, I have one last thing to tell you."

“Brother, you are too immersed in the role.” Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and smiled, “This kind of tragic hero’s lines are not suitable for you at all.”

Fingle said, "Inside my pillowcase, there was a notebook."

"A peerless secret book?"

"No, it contains all the information I have collected about rich women, including their contact information and hobbies. Someone once offered 700 million, but I refused to sell it." Finkel said solemnly, "I entrust my lifelong dream to you!"

"That's too careless!" Lu Mingfei looked at Finkel, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time.

He was talking incoherently, not even knowing what he was saying. "We've only known each other for half a month. You must have chosen the wrong person to entrust your orphan to. Aren't you afraid that I'll let your girls down?"

"What do you mean my girls? Junior brother, you see I'm pale and want to add some green to me?" Finkel groaned angrily and tilted his head. "Go away, I want to sleep."

"...Brother, you said that men without nightlife are useless." Lu Mingfei forced a smile, his voice choked with sobs, "Be a good role model for your seniors, stay up late with me today, okay? We can play games, or watch your collection of movies. I admit that you have good taste, okay?"

The fingertips on the other person's neck felt hard, like cold steel and stone.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to treat you to a meal? I heard that there is a new group of German chefs in the kitchen, and beef rolls are their specialty." Lu Mingfei spoke softly and lowered his head sadly.

The sound of rustling surrounded him.

But except the raindrops, no one responded.

“That’s right, there’s a hole in my stomach, and I guess nothing I eat can stop it.” Lu Mingfei laughed, and the cold raindrops hitting his face felt strangely warm. “But don’t worry, I’m S-level, and I can afford you no matter how much you waste. So…”

He suddenly burst into tears, "Want to go eat together...Brother?"

The wind blew past.

The fallen leaves float down the tree trunks, the solemn performance comes to an end, and the grand world is left with an empty aftertaste, and then rots into the palest death.

The rain was too cold, as cold as the underworld. Souls seeped into the ground along the water and drifted to the land of the dead where no trace existed.

Where do people go after they die in German mythology? Lu Mingfei doesn't know. But Senior Brother speaks Chinese so well, maybe he will go to the underworld in China?

Maybe the King of Hell would say, "You are a useless piece of shit. You only lower the average level of talent in our underworld. Don't stay here and get in the way," and then kick the senior brother back?

His mind was in a mess at this moment, filled with all kinds of bizarre ideas, and he even thought of Finkel's excited look while watching the movie.

Lu Mingfei clutched the soft soil and shrugged his shoulders. "You are so useless, brother. After eight years of school, you can't even save your own life... It must be because you skipped too many classes, and this is retribution."

##
The entrance to the library.

"Damn it! When did the rain start? Why is it so heavy?" No. 13 was anxious as he watched the rain covering the world. As a person with poor sense of direction, he didn't think he could run out of school in such weather.

"Brother." A distant voice came from behind, accompanied by a dull heat wave. The voices overlapped in the corridor, just like the grudges in the movies.

"What a freak!" No. 13's hair stood on end, and he rushed into the heavy rain with gritted teeth. Damn it! I'm handsome, good at sex, and durable. Goddess of Luck, please don't kick me off the bed at this time!
"Brother!" The person behind him seemed a little anxious. He sensed the position of No. 13 and turned directly towards the corridor.

The steel wall dissolved into large holes before he approached, and his pale feet calmly stepped through the gray-black molten iron.

……

Valhalla at Kassel College.

The captain of the invaders held a knife in one hand and a gun against Caesar's forehead in the other. "Surrender, little brother. I don't know what will happen if Frigga's bullet is fired at your forehead? Maybe it won't vaporize in time and will just go through it."

The captain turned out to be a girl with a nice voice. Her black combat uniform perfectly accentuated her curves, enough to make the painter who used her as a model stick a roll of paper in her nostrils.

"Hey... what we agreed on was the knife." Caesar helplessly removed the force from the knife.

"Hmph, you believe what a girl says." Jiude Mai shook her black ponytail, patted him on the forehead, and pulled his hair.

"What are you doing?" Caesar's expression was cold, and a hint of terrifying anger flashed in his ice-blue eyes.

"Sorry, sorry, it looked so shiny I thought it was a wig. How do you maintain it?" Jiude Mai smiled and pressed the gun in her hand down two points.

Caesar snorted coldly and said nothing.

"How stingy! I thought Italian men were very gentlemanly towards women."

"I also thought that all Japanese people would follow the spirit of Bushido," said Caesar.

"That was Japan during the Meiji Restoration in 1868. It's already outdated now." Mai curled her lips.

……

Sudden.

The scorching wind blew in their faces, the bright light shone through their eyelids, causing great pain in their eyes, and their noses were filled with a strong burning smell.

"Brother." The childish voice seemed to rise from a deep well.

The two of them fell down at the same time. At that moment, something pressed down on them so hard that their hearts almost stopped beating, and they were so frightened that they couldn't breathe.

A burning figure staggered outside, and as the hot wind blew, the hard old oak chair slowly burned.

The figure's pupils were burning with a brilliant golden color, and the skin on his face seemed to be cracked with hot lava flowing through it.

He stood at the door of Valhalla, looked at the rain splashing on the steps and took a step back.

"Brother." He called softly, looked into the distance, and stepped into the rain with his feet.

The water and fire made crackling sounds, and steam rose up like thick fog.

The light on the figure went out, revealing a handsome boy inside. He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a small face and light eyebrows. His naked body was a pale white, and his ribs were protruding from his skinny body.

He walked heavily into the distance.

Leaving a series of deep footprints on the lawn.

##
Outside the attic under the clock is a balcony with an extremely wide view. The attic is a mess, and the old cowboy is sitting on the sofa drinking beer.

"Hey! Ange!" He slammed the table with a wine bottle and complained to the old man who walked in, "Damn it! Haven't you dealt with the intruders yet? Just now, two bastards used high-risk words to attack me. It was so scary."

The principal was soaked all over, but his back was still straight, and the rose on his chest was well protected by him, with bright petals.

"That sounds great." Ange walked to the window and took up the half-full bottle of wine on the table and drank it. "They have become stronger again, haven't they?"

He glanced at the aluminum can and said, "Next time you come, do you want me to bring you some red wine?"

"No thanks." The old cowboy put his heels on the table, propped up his hat with his index finger, and whistled, "A cowboy drinking red wine is as unreasonable as a bald head believing in Christianity."

"Don't say that, Professor Manstein will be sad," said Ange.

He opened the briefcase, assembled a large-caliber sniper rifle from it and placed it aside.

Then he took out a cylindrical quartz glass sealed tube, which contained a slender bullet, but the head was dark red, like a polished red crystal, with a blood-like luster flowing and changing inside.

——The fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone, an alchemical warhead constructed with pure spirit, a precious bullet that can kill the Dragon King.

"Oh, poor boy, he will surely forgive his dear father for his careless words." The old cowboy said, "Maybe I should give him some hair growth potion on his next birthday?"

"Why does it have to be a birthday gift?" Ange loaded the bullets into the magazine.

"Well, maybe it's because birthday gifts are the best way to express my love for you?" The old cowboy hesitated, "I don't know. I only received gifts on my birthday when I was a child."

"Okay, man." Ange clapped his hands. "We can exchange parenting experiences later. If you really don't understand, I can recommend you to go to Cambridge for classes. But now, we have to do business."

As he spoke, he stuffed the gun in his hand into the old cowboy's arms.

"I still prefer the West era of 100 years ago. At that time, the duels were a test of hand speed and reaction, and they were fair and square. It was not like now where people hide in the distance and shoot secretly." The old cowboy touched the cold gun.

"That makes sense." Anger nodded, "But a revolver alone cannot break the scales of a dragon."

The old cowboy snorted coldly, raised his butt and lay on the balcony, sticking the barrel of the gun through the gap in the railing.

"Damn, I forgot! I can't see clearly in such heavy rain!" "Be patient." Angers drew out his folding knife and stood beside him. "Someone told me that the rain will stop soon."

"Huh? Prophecy?" The old cowboy scratched his butt, "Is there anyone in our school whose words can be prophetic?"

"One of the new students this year is," Ange said. "His name is Qilan. But he didn't tell me this news."

The principal looked at the continuous rain, the knuckles on the handle of the knife slowly bulged, and he whispered, "This is a prophecy of the devil."

##
The cold rain disappeared.

The little devil held up the umbrella and covered Lu Mingfei, "Okay, brother, don't be so depressed."

He pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and shook it, "Hey, it's sweet, do you want some?"

Lu Mingfei didn't react. Water dripped down his hair onto his hands, then slid down to his blood-soaked trouser legs.

He leaned against a thick tree, not blinking, not breathing, like the wife-waiting rock under the bridge, staring into the distance motionlessly.

A ball of wine-red hair floated in the water, disheveled and messy, like a dead octopus.

The little devil sighed, peeled off the plastic film, and then poked the candy into Lu Mingfei's mouth, "Eat it quickly, brother. When I'm sad, I can't eat it even if I want to."

The orange-flavored sugar liquid slid into his throat, and Lu Mingfei bit the plastic stick tightly to block the whimpering sound.

The rain was blocked outside the umbrella, but the water on his face did not decrease at all.

"Don't you want to go and take a look?" asked the little devil.

Lu Mingfei did not answer.

"Brother, you can't do this." The little devil said, "People are like this. They will instinctively avoid the most fundamental problems. But in the end they will find that they have to face these problems."

"Please, save them."

Lu Mingfei finally looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm willing to exchange my life for it."

"I am very happy when you say that." The little devil scratched his head. "I have just opened a new business, and the stingy guy is finally willing to take care of my business. But there is nothing I can do about things like resurrection from the dead."

"Aren't you a devil?"

"That's your slander against me," the little devil said, "Didn't I tell you when we first met? My name is Lu Mingze."

Lu Mingfei no longer wanted to say: Lu Mingze is his cousin, a short, fat and annoying guy, completely different from you.

He just looked at the other person with sad and angry eyes, looking at the little devil, "You knew about this a long time ago, right? You gave me the signpost just to let me see the death of my senior brother and sister?!"

"It's unfair! I didn't do that." The little devil pursed his lips in grievance, "Brother, I'm just a businessman, not as omnipotent as you think. In the face of an accident, it's already the limit for me to be able to give you information in time. Besides, you didn't put in any effort, did you?"

Lu Mingfei paused.

"You were afraid of danger and didn't want to go through the middle of the war zone, so you took a long detour, right?" The little devil looked at him and said softly, "You don't believe me at all. You ran away from the dance because you were afraid that Nuonuo was really in danger, not because of what I said."

Lu Mingfei couldn't refute it, because that's what he thought. But he couldn't be blamed. No matter who you are, if there's a devil who wants to kill you, I'm afraid you'll react the same way.

"That's too much, brother. You just want to use me to get those abilities." The little devil seemed to be sighing, his skin was cold and pale, and somehow reminded people of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, as if every brick was soaked with thousands of years of sadness.

"But it doesn't matter." The little devil suddenly laughed, "If you can feel better, I am willing to bear everything for you, whether it is sin or punishment."

Lu Mingfei stopped talking and lowered his head.

The small umbrella separates two worlds.

The poor boy sat on the ground in a daze.

Rainy days are so unfortunate, whether in movies or in reality.

Lu Mingfei suddenly asked: "Who did it?"

"Do you really want to listen?" The little devil raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a complicated expression, like expectation and pity.

"Revenge is never an easy thing. It's like stepping into an arena paved with blood and flesh, and fighting the monsters inside with teeth and claws to determine the only winner. Brother, are you really ready? This is a duel with no retreat!"

"...I don't know." Lu Mingfei said softly, "I hate heavy things. Life is already hard, why not make myself happier?"

He leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the dark top of the umbrella.

"So when I saw my good-for-nothing senior brother, I didn't dare ask him who did it, because I was afraid that if I knew, I wouldn't be able to live peacefully as a good-for-nothing."

"Revenge is something that is far from a loser. It is a plot exclusive to the protagonist, just like Caesar tonight."

"That man will definitely search the world for the murderer, no matter if it's a monster or a demon. Once he finds the murderer, he will draw his sword and chop him down. I think I should just wave the flag and cheer for him."

Lu Mingfei paused, "But I'm not happy."

"Do I have to say to them when we visit their graves in the future: Look, I care about you so much, brothers. If it weren't for my encouragement, how could Caesar catch the murderer?"

Lu Mingfei smiled expressionlessly.

"...It's so disgusting! Even I can't stand it!" He raised his head, his black eyes surging with ferocious anger, "If I don't do anything now, even losers will look down on me!"

"Just for two people I've known for half a month?" The little devil sighed, "So, self-admiration is the most fatal thing."

"You do not understand."

“I don’t understand?” Lu Mingze looked back at him.

"You don't understand that feeling. For more than ten years, no one thinks you are that important. No one cares what you did today. Gradually, you even feel redundant. Life or death has no meaning except that you feel pain."

Lu Mingfei looked at him and became increasingly agitated.

"Slay the dragon? Slay the damn dragon! Am I crazy? I have to fight something like a dragon!"

"This school is full of fucking psychopaths, walking around with guns, every single one of them is fucking violent!"

He let out a loud cry, his breathing becoming more and more severe.

"But even so, I still want to stay in Kassel!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, "Because here there are girls who drive Ferraris to pull you out of the supporting roles, and there are also losers like you who are willing to accompany you and talk meaningless nonsense all day long."

"But what now?"

Lu Mingfei yelled.

"Snap!"

“All gone!”

“I don’t even know what happened!”

"Two people! All gone!" His eyes were vicious, like a lion that had lost its cubs, wanting to roar and tear everything apart.

The little devil was silent for a long time, "So, do you want to exchange?"

He slowly stretched out his hand: "I will use one quarter of your life in exchange for this revenge."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand and took it. He did not hesitate, just like handing over an insignificant thing.

"Great! Brother!" The little devil smiled and hugged him, "Don't be patient, and don't feel wronged. When you are angry, the world will also accommodate you!"

Countless silk threads dangled from the bottom of the umbrella, surrounding them and wrapping them in a thick cocoon. The umbrella was fixed to the ground, blocking the freezing rain from falling overhead.

A heartbeat like a war drum came from within the cocoon.

then.

A sharp claw poked out from inside.

##
A carp leapt out of the water and was swallowed by a turtle. A megalodon fought with a squid, and a nine-headed monster roared silently.

More and more creatures are born from the water.

They gathered around the boy like a tree at the center of the world.

The rain hit his clothes, then slid away completely, leaving no trace. The pouring rain brought his senses farther and farther away.

Then, he saw the naked boy staggering in the water curtain. The child seemed to sense the prying eyes and turned his equally golden pupils towards him.

"Constantine." Su Beixun called out this name from his fragmented memory.

As his voice deepened, the mud at his feet was covered with white frost and the rain from the sky condensed into sharp edges.

The creature in the water roared and rushed towards the child like a cruiser!
This is a war with trumpets sounded!

……

Can be sudden.

The rain disappeared!

The wind stopped as well.

The ice and snow melted, the dark clouds dissipated, and the bright moonlight shone through, casting light on the rapidly drying land.

Those creatures made of water turned their bodies unwillingly, becoming smaller and smaller, and emitting thin white smoke.

"The moonlight is so beautiful." A voice came from the sky, like the friction of pig iron. Lu Mingze looked up at the bright full moon, "It reminds me of the sea."

It really looked like the sea, with clouds rolling at his feet, reflecting the moonlight and appearing a bright silver color.

Su Beixun looked up at the contradictory monster in the sky.

He was in the shape of a holy cross, but his body was hideous and covered with hard scales. Those scales shone with a beautiful luster, as if they were made of bronze or even red gold.

"Long time no see." Lu Mingze lowered his gaze indifferently, "Or rather, it's our first meeting."

The elements stagnated.

It was as if the restless ministers had met the real emperor and abandoned the fake king.

"Are you going to stop me?" Su Beixun said expressionlessly.

"Block? Interesting." Lu Mingze smiled, his scales tearing at his cheeks, and his black iron muscles trembling with his breathing.

There was no emotion in his eyes, just like the iceberg that held up the Black King, "You are just a traitor!"

A moment!

The elements are in chaos!
Fists and claws collided, and red blood spilled from the air!
The two pairs of cold eyes facing each other were like swords clashing before the king's throne!
No one tried to use the Word Spirit because they knew that their authority over the elements was similar and whoever tried would be easily killed by the other.

They follow the most primitive virtues of the world, just like the beasts in nature who use their bodies and claws to determine who is the leader!

The dragon's blood began to boil, Su Beixun's pupils became brighter, and black scales emerged from under the skin.

The cloth was torn, and the dark green school uniform fell off on both sides, revealing a naked upper body. Two ferocious membrane wings were revealed from behind, like curved blades. A black bone frame wrapped around a darker membrane, and sharp bone spurs protruded from the surface.

then.

Two crosses rose into the sky.

##
"Hey! Ange!" The old cowboy's buttocks were shaking unnaturally, "What kind of monsters did you let into the school? The way the rain dissipated is not right!"

The principal didn't say anything. He glanced at the dark night in the distance and then turned his gaze back to the boy on the lawn.

"Ready, Nicholas." He jumped down holding the railing, the folding knife reflecting his golden pupils, adding a bit of coldness and hardness, "No matter what troubles we have, we have to solve them one by one!"

Suddenly, time in the entire campus seemed to slow down. The running students, even the swaying of leaves in the wind and the roaring of flames, all slowed down.

But the principal did not slow down.

He was as fast as a leopard, crossing the lawn, climbing up the fire ladder to the roof, and then heading towards the dragon-like boy!

The folding knife chopped down!

The boy's two arms fell, and before he could even react, the center of his forehead cracked, and a red-gold eye burst out from the wound.

boom!
The gunshot sounded like thunder!

The red bullet left a long and narrow trajectory and shot straight into the eye on the forehead!

Hot blood burst out from the dragon's eyes, and the dragon covered its forehead and roared.

(End of this chapter)