My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 9 8. The Darkness of Falling Rain and Wild Streams (8)

It was really a bloody and long hallucination, somewhere between the reality witnessed with one's own eyes and the distant fairy tale imagined. Every detail, every weapon, and every face gave Lu Mingfei a very familiar feeling. .

She couldn't remember where she had seen these. Maybe it was a AAA game, or maybe it was the picture she imagined in her mind after reading a certain book. When had she personally participated in a grand war? She is just an ordinary high school girl. Her biggest dream is to become as dazzling as Chu Zihang, Liu Miaomiao and the others. She has never done anything bad or good. She is just an ordinary, step-by-step person who can be seen everywhere. girl.

Chu Zihang woke up from that nightmare, covered in cold sweat. His vision, which was slightly blurred due to studying at his desk for a long time, became much clearer. The sound of rain outside the window and the whispers of ghosts became clearer and clearer in his ears. You can even smell the exhaust behind the car's exhaust cylinder. The same thing happened to Lu Mingfei. She couldn't explain the feeling. It was like a person who had been blind for many years suddenly opened his eyes and saw the bright world filled with sunshine.

"Son, welcome to the real world." The man took a deep breath. His smile looked a little helpless, but also a little unexpectedly happy.

"The real...world?"

"This world is always more mysterious than you think, just like those shadows. They are neither humans nor ghosts, but they are more terrifying than the most vicious dead souls." The man turned on the headlights to the maximum, covering up the ghost shadows and getting more and more scary. Fierce eyes, "No matter what you see next, don't tell others, they will treat you as a lunatic. You should have heard of it. Ordinary people can never understand the thoughts of geniuses. I don't want to claim to be a genius, but Our world is indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people. In the past, I always felt that it would be better for you to live in an unreal world. Now, even wishful thinking is no longer an option. You have already joined this world, and there is no turning back. "

The man looked at Lu Mingfei's shadow in the rearview mirror. At this time, Lu Mingfei happened to be looking at him in the rearview mirror. Their eyes met in the mirror. Lu Mingfei noticed something mysterious in the man's eyes. Feeling uneasy, there was a buzzing sound in my head.

She wasn't sure if she knew this man, but the sight of him made her feel more familiar. No wonder he was so intimate with her the first time he saw her...because he knew her!

but why? When did it start? Could it be that in the past, there was always such a person quietly following her behind her in a Maybach in a corner that she had never noticed?

"Actually, your father and I are not that unbearable..." The man looked away. At this time, he had to confirm Lu Mingfei's safety. It seemed that she had also activated her spiritual vision at the same time. But Lu Mingfei seemed to realize something, and her eyes were a little frightened. The man could only hope that she would forget about it in her extreme nervousness, "A father always has to show off in front of his son, right? He never had the chance before. , but now someone is going to give me a chance, of course we can’t let it go!”

The pointer of the tachometer jumped to a speed of 250 kilometers. The man stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and held the steering wheel tightly to control the steel beast to rush forward. The pale ghosts on both sides rushed forward, and their sharp-knuckled claws violently slapped the windows on all sides, causing cracks on the glass like ravines.

"Lu Mingfei!" the man suddenly shouted.

"What?" Lu Mingfei was startled, holding her head and looking blankly at the firm eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you." The man's expression suddenly softened, with a comforting and relaxed smile.

The fear in her heart was suddenly diluted. She didn't know why Lu Mingfei felt that this driver seemed to be awesome at this moment. A few minutes ago, he was a coward who wanted to humble himself in front of his son. He spoke subconsciously. bent over. Now his figure is so majestic, and the whole car is under his protection, just like the omnipotent Sun Dasheng has drawn a circle. As long as you believe in him, no monsters or monsters can get inside.

"Uncle, have we met somewhere?" Lu Mingfei said blankly.

"Such corny pick-up lines have to come from my uncle's mouth! Or do you think you think I'm handsome and you fall in love with me?"

The man laughed cheerfully, like a hero in the Water Margin who ate meat and drank wine. He reached out and pulled out the long black strip from the car door.

At first, Chu Zihang thought it was an umbrella, but as the long shadow reflected a dim and silent luster, he saw clearly that it was a scabbard. That sword has no guard. Only poor wanderers or the God Sword dedicated to the gods will have this feature, because the God Sword is not used for cutting at all, so there is no need to add a guard guard.

The man didn't have to draw the sword with a cool sound like those swordsmen in the TV series. He held the steering wheel with one hand and the handle of the knife with one hand and whipped it out. The slender scabbard pierced the car window and hit with huge momentum. Ghostly belly, dragging it and nailing it to the fence of the elevated road.

The brighter the silver-white masks of the ghosts are, the brighter the clear water-like light on the blade of the knife is like the stars.

The two children in the car were stunned. Shouldn't this man be a driver? But at this moment, he was holding the knife, and the word "awesome" was written all over his body. The sharpness seemed to be able to cut the air, and just a scabbard in his hand could become a weapon to defeat the enemy.

"Murasame, have you heard of it?" The man held the knife in front of him. "A knife that condenses dew. When swung, it is as smooth and smooth as splashing ink. Don't worry, your father and I have never killed anyone. It is only used for cutting." Something to kill.”

"Something that deserves to be killed?"

"Those ghosts," the man said, "They're called Deadpool."

The pale and sharp bone claws finally opened the gap in the car window created by the scabbard. The ghost's entire arm reached in and pinched the man's neck with all its teeth and claws. Chu Zihang could see that each of those nails looked like The scalpel is so slender. The veins on the man's wrist jumped. Murasame flashed past the small space nimbly. Chu Zihang felt his knees sink. The ghost's severed hand bounced off his knees and fell to his feet, almost shocking him. Jump up.

"It's okay!" The man laughed wildly, "Things like Deadpool have no civil rights. They have been degenerated for many years. If you don't kill them, they will kill you. No police will come to question you!"