Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The girl's eyes widened, stunned by this crazy scene.

"Mr. Hamster!"

She cried sadly.

The helpless little boy tried to comfort her.

"roll!"

the tearful girl shouted to him.

"You monster!"

"demon!"

Old Tang looked back.

The girl's facial features gradually faded.

She finally became a faceless person.

The little boy standing at the edge of the crowd stumbled and fell back, and the hand that pulled him into the crowd retracted.

And gave it a hard push.

The little boy stood further away.

Just looking at the surging sea of ​​people from a distance.

They all have no face.

The buzzing sound is annoying.

Footsteps rush in groups.

The little boy watched quietly.

In the vast boundless paleness.

Finally he lowered his head and hung his head.

One person walks forward.

Old Tang is also moving forward.

The scenes on both sides continue.

The little boy grew up slowly.

He was used to smiling at everyone.

But he couldn't find a job to make a living.

I served dishes in a restaurant and made a child cry, so I was fired.

I went to the company to apply for a sales job, but I was delayed because I was crazy when meeting customers. The customer complained, and I was fired.

As an adult, he moved around from house to house in embarrassment.

Dancing around like a headless fly.

The muscles in his face were almost frozen when he smiled.

But the result is still the same.

"I'm sorry you don't qualify..."

"Come on, clumsy!"

"Young man, we really don't..."

Fire, fire, fire.

Everyone gets tired, right?

He spins and spins like a top, and spins and spins.

Finally one day, suddenly and without any warning.

It can't turn anymore.

He squatted on the street and cried silently.

Neither crying nor fussing.

Just cry quietly.

Not sad.

Not sad.

Not a grievance.

It’s not even loneliness.

He was just, just confused.

He didn't know why he came to this world.

He felt that he was completely unnecessary.

No one needs himself.

No one cares about themselves.

No one would be sad if he died like this.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

He is the second person with facial features.

The homeless man had unkempt hair and a beard that hadn't been shaved in three years. His stench could be smelled five meters away.

But this is the second person with facial features.

"Stay alive."

said the tramp.

“Life is a whore raised by a whore.”

"But you still have to live."

He smiled uglyly, grinning with yellow and black teeth.

Those eyes hidden in dirty hair gave off a fierce light like hungry wolves.

"Every day you live, you're slapping that bitch in the face."

Then the tramp laughed unpleasantly.

Later, Lao Tang came into contact with the Hunter website.

He became a hunter.

What a great job.

For him, it was as easy as traveling.

The pay was barely enough to survive.

You don’t have to come into contact with too many people.

His life is gradually getting back on track.

But still pale and lonely.

He stayed in a small, closed room playing games day after day.

Burgers, coke, hot dogs, pizza.

Game after game of StarCraft.

His life is filled with junk food.

Occasionally, I would receive a mission, go out, come back a few days later, and continue my regular life.

He found a lifestyle that suited him outside the crowd.

No need for friends.

No need to care.

One can live well alone.

Only occasionally, when he got tired from playing games, he would stare at the white wall in a daze.

I was in a daze for an entire afternoon.

Come to your senses and continue the game.

Real loneliness.

It's you who has forgotten that you are alone.

Habit.

Habits are scarier than anything else.

He never thought about the future.

because.

He understands.

I have no future at all.

One day, he will die.

His life is the life of this human individual named Lao Tang.

They are all waiting for that day to come.

Nothing makes sense.

Everything is nothing.

He is so lonely.

Old Tang didn't think about anything.

He just moved forward mechanically.

The black and white silent film scenes on both sides continued.

He had stopped watching.

unimportant.

Nothing is important.

The day he had been waiting for was coming.

It's now.

At this moment.

It's meant to be.

Old Tang understood clearly.

The road comes to an end.

He is going to die.

Suddenly, the dull gray eyes lit up with a bit of brilliant color.

This is a new picture reflected in his eyes.

That was the only color of his life so far.

Golden warm sunshine.

There are big sunflowers in full bloom outside the window.

There were three boys lying scattered in the crowded room.

Potato chip bags and Coke cans strewn all over the floor.

On the TV screen is the charming Mai Shiranui holding a flower fan.

"Defeat the Great Demon King Fei Fei!"

Old Tang shouted.

"Down with the big devil!"

Han Ye raised his hand.

"Hmph, you juniors, you don't know your own abilities, how dare you speak nonsense!"

Lu Mingfei looked disdainful.

Old Tang is not leaving.

He seemed to have been hammered into the ground and remained motionless.

That happy face showed such deep attachment at this moment.

Human beings are, in the final analysis, a collection of countless memories of their own past.

If a person loses his memory, then in a strict sense, the past person is dead.

From now on, he will study again, meet new friends, and get used to a new job.

These are another person's business.

As for Old Tang.

Before meeting Lu Mingfei, his life was meaningless.

After meeting Lu Mingfei, the silent film took on color.

Sunlight shone into the room.

It turns out that this is warmth.

He thought carefully.

The three of them spent a lot of time playing games, drinking Coke, eating potato chips, and bragging about the afternoon.

He will take it out again and again for the rest of his life, chewing it like a cow chewing its cud, in order to taste the incomparable precious warmth and sweetness.

Oh, right.

Old Tang almost forgot.

He no longer has the rest of his life.

Laughed softly.

Old Tang looked down greedily.

The three of them went to Shaxian County for dinner.

Then there is Lanzhou Ramen.

KFC and McDonald's in China.

"Is there a custom in China of eating rice before one's head is eaten? After eating, you can go on the road..."

That night, he said this while stroking his belly and looking at the starry sky.

Perhaps, at that time, I had anticipated this moment.

Old Tang thought.

He smiled brighter.

Reminds me of the taste of steamed dumplings and ramen.

"No, no."

He said.

"See, I'm really smiling on my way."

"On the road?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Where are you going?"

Old Tang's expression suddenly stiffened.

Is the memory wrong?

However, at that time...

He was shocked by what he saw.

It should clearly be a colorful picture transformed by memories.

Among them, Lu Mingfei made different movements and expressions from those in his memories.

Old Tang remembered that at that time, that night, Lu Mingfei looked at him and said, "Where are you going?"

But not at this moment.

Lu Mingfei didn't look at himself in the picture.

Instead, turn your head.

He looked at himself outside the screen.

It's obviously a character in memories.

At this moment, it seemed as if he had come alive.

"stop looking."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's a pity that the mobile phone can't be used. Otherwise, it would be fun to take a picture of your surprised look."

He burst out laughing.

"Ah, this, Fei Fei, how did you..."

Old Tang could no longer speak complete words.

This place was clearly just a revolving door before his death.

A memory corridor transformed by experience.

Why, it’s not him...

"Do you remember?"

Lu Mingfei did not answer.

He just said with a smile.

"I told you Yama, our boss in hell, no one can die without his permission."

Then he pointed to himself proudly.

"I am Yama."

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