Chapter 9 8. The rain falls and flows wildly (eight)

It was really a bloody and long hallucination, both between the reality witnessed by one's own eyes and the long-lasting fairy tale in imagination. Every detail, every weapon, and every face made Lu Mingfei feel very familiar.

She couldn't remember where she had seen these, maybe it was a certain 3A game, or maybe it was because of the scenes she imagined after reading a certain book. When did she personally participate in a grand war? She was just an ordinary high school girl. Her biggest dream was to become as dazzling as Chu Zihang and Liu Miaomiao and others. She had never done any bad things or did any good things. She was just an ordinary girl who could be seen everywhere.

Chu Zihang woke up from that nightmare and was sweating all over his head. His vague vision became much clearer because of long-term study at desks. The sound of rain outside the window and the whispers of ghosts were getting clearer in his ears. He could even smell the exhaust smell behind the exhaust cylinder of the car. The same situation also happened to Lu Mingfei. She couldn't explain the feeling clearly, just like a person who had been blind for many years suddenly opened his eyes and saw the sun shining brightly in the world.

"Son, welcome to the real world." The man took a deep breath, his smile looked helpless, and he seemed to be a little surprised.

"The real... world?"

"This world is always more mysterious than you think, just like those shadows, they are neither human nor ghosts, but they are even more terrifying than the most vicious souls." The man turned on the headlights to the maximum, overshadowing the increasingly fierce pupils of the ghost. "Never tell anyone else what they see, they will treat you as a madman. You should have heard that ordinary people will never understand the idea of ​​geniuses. I don't want to claim to be a genius, but our world is really impossible to understand. In the past, I always thought it would be better to let you live in an unreal world. Now even if you wishful thinking, there is no way. If you have joined this world, you will never look 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. The two people's eyes met in the mirror. Lu Mingfei noticed some mysterious uneasiness from the man's eyes, and a buzzing sound in his mind.

She was not sure whether she knew this man, but this time the look at her made the feeling of déjà vu even stronger. No wonder he was so intimate when he saw him... because he knew him!

But why? When did it start? Did she say that in the past, in a corner she had never noticed, there was always such a person driving Maybach and quietly following her behind her?

"Actually, I'm not that bad at your father..." The man withdrew his gaze. At this time, he had to confirm Lu Mingfei's safety. It seemed that she also turned on spiritual vision at the same time. But Lu Mingfei seemed to realize something and was a little scared. The man could only expect her to forget this matter in extreme tension. "A father always has to be awesome in front of his son, right? He had never had a chance before, but now someone wants to give me a chance, so of course we can't let it go!"

The tachometer's pointer jumped to a rapid speed of 250 kilometers. The man stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, held the steering wheel tightly to control the steel giant beast and rushed forward. The pale ghosts on both sides rushed up, and the clutches with distinct knuckles slapped the car windows on all sides. The cracks on the glass that were hit by force were crisscrossing like gullies.

"Lu Mingfei!" the man suddenly yelled.

"What?" Lu Mingfei was startled and looked at the firm eyes in the rearview mirror with her head in her arms.

"Sorry for letting you encounter this kind of thing." The man's expression suddenly softened, with a comforting and relaxed smile.

The fear in his heart was suddenly diluted a little. I don’t know why Lu Mingfei thought that the driver seemed to be awesome in such a moment. A few minutes ago, he was a coward who wanted to whisper in front of his son, and he subconsciously bent over his words. Now his figure is so majestic, and the whole car is protected by him, just like the omnipotent Sun Dasheng drew a circle. As long as he believes in him, no matter what monsters and monsters can’t get in.

"Uncle, have we seen it somewhere?" Lu Mingfei said dazedly.

"This kind of old-fashioned approach line must be spoken out from my uncle! Or do you think I am very handsome and fall in love with me?"

The man laughed happily, as if a hero from the world who was eating meat and drinking in Water Margin. He reached out and pulled out the black strips from the car door.

At first, Chu Zihang thought it was an umbrella, but as the slender shadow reflected a dull and silent luster, he saw clearly that it was a scabbard. The knife had no sword treasures, and only the poor undressed swords or the God-Reigning Swords dedicated to the gods had this characteristic, because the God-Reigning Swords were not used to cut at all, and there was no need to add a sword treasure with a handguard.

The man doesn't have to draw his sword out like those swordsmen in the TV series. He holds the steering wheel with one hand and pulls the knife handle with the other, and throws the scabbard out with force. The slender scabbard pierces the car window, and the huge impact hits the ghost's abdomen, dragging it to death on the fence of the elevated road.

The brighter the ghosts' silver-white masks are, the clearer the light as clear as the water on the blade of the knife is like a galaxy.

Both children in the car were dumbfounded. Shouldn't this man be a driver? But at this moment, he was holding a knife, and his whole body was filled with awesome words. The sharpness seemed to be able to even break the air. Just a sword sheath in his hand could turn into a weapon to break the enemy.

"Mun Yu, have you heard of it?" The man put the knife in front of him. "A knife that can condense dew will be as refreshing as if it is splashed ink. Don't worry, your father, I have never killed anyone, it is only used to cut off what should be killed."

"What should I kill?"

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

The pale and sharp bone claws finally spread open the gap in the car window that was smashed by the scabbard. Ghost's entire arm came in and pinched the man's neck with his teeth and claws. Chu Zihang could see that each of the nails was as slender as a scalpel. The man's wrist was thundering, and Village Yu flashed flexibly in the narrow space. Chu Zihang felt a sank on his knee. Ghost's broken hand bounced from his knee and fell to his feet, almost shocking him to jump up.

"It's okay!" the man laughed carelessly, "Deadpool has no citizenship. They have been depraved for many years. If you don't kill them, they will kill you, and there will be no police to ask you!"

(End of this chapter)
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