After a night of purification by vegetation, the morning air was exceptionally fresh. White pigeons flew across the blue sky and landed in front of the dormitory window, making a cooing sound that made someone irritated.

Fingel frowned and covered his head with the quilt, wanting to continue his sweet dream. But at the next moment, he strangely lifted the quilt, squinted at the bottom of the bed, rubbed his eyes again, and wondered if he was there.

I didn't wake up from the dream.

Junior brother Lu actually got up!

He's wearing his school uniform!

He still has a textbook in his hand!

He's going to class!?

Or an alchemical chemistry class!?

A series of shocks made Fingel wake up instantly, and he said with some hysteria: "Junior brother...are you...going to class?"

Lu Chen nodded, "Otherwise."

"We agreed to stay with my senior brother till eternity and fail the exam together?"

Fingel said weakly.

Lu Chen was angry and funny, and said: "Who wants to live forever with you? Besides, my assignment points are enough to make up for all the subjects, and I will not fail the class."

"Yeah, but since you won't fail the class, why are you still going to class?"

Fingel was a little surprised, as if he was wondering if his junior brother had taken the wrong medicine.

"People always need to study more in order to be more fulfilled."

Lu Chen looked solemn.

This is a lie!

In fact, he really doesn’t want to go to the alchemy and chemistry class...

But he doesn't want to be "illiterate" anymore. Last time in the Nibelungs, he clearly realized that sometimes you just can't fight.

If Brother Chu hadn't been by his side, he might have been trapped and died in the Jin Lunga Corridor, becoming a floating corpse.

He used to hate modern technological weapons and other things, because those things took away the lives of his companions and brought an end to the era of secret blood warriors.

But now he must face the world. Although he still doesn't like these things, and he won't use firearms that are useless to him when fighting, he still needs to further understand the power of technology in this world and the mysterious power of alchemy.

This will help him conquer the high-level dragon clan in the future.

This is difficult, but the person knocking on the other side of the door will help him.

He opened the door, looked at Chu Zihang who was ready to go, and said, "Let's go to class."

…………

In the dilapidated and dirty house, various expired milk and instant noodle barrels were piled in the corner, and the air exuded a "charming" smell.

A man wearing jeans and a nondescript sportswear was frantically operating on the computer.

The game on the computer is StarCraft, a real-time strategy game produced and released by Blizzard Entertainment in 1997. Its popularity has been enduring and it is the passion of many e-sports players.

This man can be considered a master at this. Only seventeen minutes into the game, he has already pushed the opponent to only the main base. The opponent's plan to explode troops failed. It seems that everything is under his control.

Until the base exploded, he leaned back and collapsed in his chair.

Then the interface cut out and he was typing on QQ.

"Hey, brother, your skills still need to be improved."

Didi Didi - "Haha, I'll try to improve next time."

Old Tang never knew what the person on the opposite side was using to play games with him, but this did not prevent him from feeling complacent at this time.

Then the two people, who were in different places, started typing on the keyboard to compete, and all kinds of nonsense was flying everywhere.

Suddenly, a browser window popped up on the screen in front of the man. He was stunned for a moment and replied in the QQ window, "If something happens, let's chat back."

Then I closed QQ and opened the on-site letter.

Hunter website.

The man's name is Ronald Tang, and everyone calls him Old Tang. He has no education. He dropped out of high school and lives in a slum area of ​​Brooklyn. Originally, people like him should be eating on the roadside and waiting to die, but in fact, other than him

The living environment is a bit messy due to my own living habits, but it is usually quite comfortable.

Because he also has extra income from work, he is a bounty hunter.

Usually, I mainly take jobs that have weird rumors and no one dares to take them, and earn bounties.

At first, he was very scared of the first mission, but at that time he was almost starving to death on the street, so he just wanted to starve the brave ones to death and starve the timid ones to death. He gritted his teeth and took the ones from the grave.

live.

As a result, he ran down and walked around. Hey, nothing happened. He opened the coffin of the tomb owner with a small screwdriver and a small hammer. After picking up the compass designated by his employer, he also searched for a few orbs.

, I became rich overnight after I came back.

Tasting the sweetness, he became familiar with it once and twice, and gradually began to hang out on the hunter website. Now he is considered a well-known figure in some fields in the industry.

It's strange to say that although his life has not been so smooth in this life, his life seems to be very hard. No one dares to go to the cemeteries where Zongzi is said to be, but nothing happened to him after he went there.

He has also been to various dangerous places where there are rumors of strange events happening, and it feels like a trip home.

He browsed the content of the letter on the site. It was a private letter, and his employer assigned him a task.

The person who sent this letter also specially added a background to the letter, which was a mottled bronze wall with complicated patterns on it, which looked very period.

"Mysterious."

Old Tang muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then he browsed it briefly, and it seemed that he was asked to go to an underwater tomb in a great Eastern country to fight upside down and get something his employer wanted.

He wanted to refuse this mission at first. Although he was very comfortable in various dangerous places with strange rumors, there was only one kind of job that he refused to accept.

That is the underwater tomb. Perhaps he has an inexplicable inner rejection of the existence of the underwater cemetery, but more importantly, he feels that the risk of going into the water is too great.

If there really were supernatural events in this world, he felt that based on his own experience, it would not be very scary, but the underwater cemetery was different.

If one doesn't do it right, he may be buried under the water on a physical level.

Just as he was about to close the page, he happened to reach the bottom of the task, and his hand suddenly stopped again.

What is displayed there is the task reward.

Thirty million dollars!

Old Tang was immediately stunned.

What kind of tomb is this? He said he wants me to steal some ancient knives, but what kind of ancient knives are they and can they be worth so much money?

Is Moye the go-getter in Chinese myths and legends?

He looked at the background picture of the letter again, and suddenly he had the illusion that the complicated patterns on the bronze wall seemed to come alive, and the monster with a snake head and body seemed to be dancing an ancient dance, spitting out snake letters, like

The devil is deceiving people.

This is like an invitation from hell.

A sudden chill enveloped Old Tang, making him shiver unconsciously. The chill seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart, and its source was the netherworld.

For some reason, there was a voice in his heart telling him not to accept this task.

...But there is still a voice that is tempting him to accept this task, as if it is a fate that he should accept.

No, maybe he was overthinking it, just because he couldn't take his eyes away from the 30 million US dollars mission reward.

Thirty million!

As long as he completes this task, he will have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.

He once chatted with a netizen and said that he would take him to visit New York in a shabby bus, but if he was rich, he could drive a supercar.

His hand holding the mouse trembled as he moved towards the accept task button at the end of the letter. The moment he clicked on it, he seemed to hear a sharp sneer in the air, like a devil taking pleasure in the lamb taking the bait.

For a moment, Old Tang regretted it, but once you accept a mission from the hunter website, you cannot return it. No matter whether the mission is successful or not, you have to complete the mission. If you breach the contract, you must pay double the deposit as liquidated damages.

At this time, he received a text message on his mobile phone, saying that the 10 million deposit for the mission had been received. Even through the screen of his mobile phone, Old Tang seemed to be able to feel the weight. It was not so much the weight of money as it was the weight of his soul.

The weight... He always felt like he had sold his soul in that moment.

"Papa -"

Old Tang gently patted his face to wake himself up, thinking that he must have stayed up late and played too many games recently, causing him to feel a little dizzy.

Isn't it just a watery grave? With my evil-proof physique, I can easily catch it, and according to my employer, I will be provided with the most advanced diving equipment to support me.

Old Tang thought this way... until he faced the huge bronze door under the deep water and regretted it a little.

Following his employer's instructions, he took out his own blood that had been prepared in advance, accumulated the injection, and smeared the blood on the bronze door. This ancient door actually opened to him.

Through the light of the diving light, he saw the endless darkness inside. The vast and primitive atmosphere seemed to come from the abyss, and the deepest black seemed to be able to swallow the light.

At this moment, he really wanted to retreat, but he couldn't help it at this time. The water flow poured into this magnificent bronze city and sucked him in. He was extremely weak in front of the mighty force of nature.

"Knife, knife, knife."
To be continued...