Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

Text Chapter One Hundred and Fortieth: The Adventures of Old Tang Bronze

Elephant taking off

After a night of purification of vegetation, the air in the early morning was exceptionally fresh, and the white pigeon crossed the blue sky and landed in front of the window of the dormitory building, making a cooing noise that made someone irritable.

Fingel frowned and covered the quilt on his head to continue his dream of yellow beams, but the next moment he lifted the quilt a little strangely, squinted at the bed, rubbed his eyes again, wondering if he was there. Did not wake up in the dream.

Junior Brother Lu actually got up!

He has put on his school uniform!

He still has a textbook in his hand!

He is going to class! ?

Or alchemy chemistry class! ?

A series of shocks made Fingel awake in an instant, and said with some hysteria: "Junior brother... are you... going to class?"

Lu Chen nodded, "Otherwise."

"It's okay to accompany the brother to the house to the wasteland, and hang out together?"

Fingel said weakly.

Lu Chen was angry and funny, and said, "Whoever wants to go to the wasteland with you, and if I have enough task grade points to make up all the subjects, I will not fail."

"Yes, but since you don't know how to fail a subject, why go to class?"

Fingel was a little surprised, as if he doubted whether his junior took the wrong medicine.

"People always have to learn more to be more fulfilled."

Lu Chen looked solemnly.

This is a lie!

In fact, he really doesn't want to go to alchemy chemistry class...

But he doesn't want to be "illiterate" anymore. The last time he was in Nibelungen, he clearly realized that sometimes you can't fight.

If it weren't for Brother Chu by his side, he might have been trapped and died in the Jinlunga Corridor at this time, becoming a floating corpse.

He used to hate modern technological weapons and other things, because those things took away his partner's life and put an end to the era of blood-secret warriors.

But now he must face the world squarely, even though he still doesn’t like these things, and will not use those guns that are tasteless to him in battle, but he still needs to learn more about the power of the world’s technology and the mysterious power of alchemy. This will be helpful for him in the future crusade against the high-level dragon clan.

It's difficult, but the person knocking on the opposite side of the door will help him.

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

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In the dilapidated and messy house, various barrels of expired milk and instant noodles are piled up in the corners, and the air exudes a "fascinating" smell.

A nondescript man in jeans and a sportswear is doing crazy operations at the computer.

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

This man can be regarded as a master of this skill. Only seventeen minutes into the game, he has already pushed the opponent to the main base. The opponent's explosive plan has failed, and it seems that everything is under his control.

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

Then the interface was cut out, and he typed on QQ.

"Hey, brother, you still need to improve your skills."

Dididi——"Haha, I will try to improve as much as possible next time."

Old Tang never knew what the opposite person was playing games with him, but that didn't prevent him from being complacent at this time.

Then the two people who belonged to different places began to compete on the keyboard, and all kinds of vain words flew all over the sky.

Suddenly, a browser window popped up on the display screen in front of the man. He was stunned, and replied in the QQ window, "If you have something, let's talk back."

Then I closed QQ and opened the station letter.

Hunter website.

The man’s name is Ronald Tang. Everyone calls him Old Tang. He has no culture. He dropped out of high school and lived in the poor area of ​​Brooklyn. People like him should have eaten and died on the side of the road, but in fact, except for him The living environment is a bit messy because of my own living habits, and it is usually quite comfortable.

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

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

At first he was also very scared for the first mission, but at that time he was almost starving to death on the street. He wanted to kill the courageous, starved to death the courageous, and when he gritted his teeth, he picked up the one who went to the grave. live.

As a result, he ran down and strolled around. Hey, nothing happened. He opened the tomb owner’s coffin with a small screwdriver and a small hammer. After picking up the compass designated by the employer, he also searched for a few precious orbs. , After coming back, the night was wide.

After he tasted the sweetness, once he was born and secondly cooked, he gradually started to spread on the hunter website, and now he is also regarded as a small name in some fields in the industry.

It is strange to say that although his life has not been so smooth in his life, his life seems to be very hard. No one dares to say that there are cemeteries with zongzi, and he has nothing to do after he went down.

There are also various rumors of dangerous places where weird incidents have occurred, and he has also been there, and it feels like there is no difference between going home.

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

The person who sent the letter also added a background to the letter. It was a mottled bronze wall with intricate patterns on it, which looked very chronological.

"It's a mystery."

Old Tang whispered to himself.

Then I browsed it roughly, and it seemed that he was going to go to an underwater tomb in a great eastern country and get something that his employer wanted.

At first, he wanted to refuse this task. Although he was in trouble in all kinds of dangerous places with weird rumors, there was only one way he could not accept it.

That is the underwater tomb, and perhaps he also has an inexplicable sense of rejection of the existence of the underwater cemetery in his heart, but more importantly, he feels that the risk of entering the water is too great.

If there really were spiritual events in this world, he felt that he was not very scared from his own experience, but the underwater cemetery would be different.

If one fails, he may be buried under the water from a physical level.

When he was about to close this page, he happened to pull to the bottom of the task, and suddenly his hand stopped again.

What is displayed there is the reward for the task.

Thirty million dollars!

Suddenly, Tang was suppressed.

What kind of tomb is the heart said? He said he wanted me to steal a few ancient knives, but what kind of ancient knives are they worth so much?

Is Moxie, the general in Chinese mythology and legend?

He looked at the background picture of the letter again, and suddenly he had an illusion that the complicated patterns on the bronze wall seemed to come to life. The monster with the snake head and the human body seemed to be dancing an ancient dance, spitting out a snake letter, like The devil is bewitching people's hearts.

This is like... an invitation from hell.

The sudden chill enveloped Old Tang, causing him to shiver unconsciously. The chill seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart, and the source was Netherworld.

For some reason, there was a voice in his heart telling him that he must not take on this task.

... But there is another voice, bewitching him to accept this task, as if he should accept the fate.

No, maybe he was thinking too much, but simply because he couldn't look away from the 30 million dollar mission reward.

Thirty million!

As long as he finishes this vote, he will have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life.

Once he chatted with netizens and said that he would take him to visit New York in a broken bus, but if he is rich, he can drive a supercar.

He held the mouse with a trembling hand and moved to the accept task button at the end of the letter. As soon as he clicked it down, he seemed to hear a sharp sneer in the air, like the devil feeling happy about the bait of the lamb.

For a moment, Old Tang regretted a bit, but once the task from the Hunter website was accepted, he could not be returned. No matter whether the task was successful or not, you would have to give the task. If you breach the contract, you must pay a double penalty.

At this time, his mobile phone received a text message, and the ten million task deposit has been paid. Even through the screen of the mobile phone, Old Tang seems to be able to feel the weight. It is not so much the weight of money, but the soul. Weight... He always feels that he betrayed his soul just that moment.

"Papa--"

Old Tang patted his face lightly to wake himself up. He said that he must have been playing games too much lately, which caused some trance.

Isn't it just the next water tomb? With my own physique of warding off evil spirits, I can't catch it easily, and according to the employer, he will provide him with the most advanced diving equipment support.

Old Tang thought so... until he was facing the huge bronze door in deep water, he regretted it a little.

He took out his own blood prepared in advance according to the instructions of his employer. The injection was backlogged and smeared the blood on the bronze door. This quaint door actually opened to him.

Through the light of the diving lamp, he saw the endless darkness inside. The vast and simple aura seemed to come from the abyss, and the darkest image was able to swallow the light.

At this moment, he really wanted to withdraw, but he couldn't help it anymore. The water flowed back into this magnificent bronze city and swept him in. He was very weak in front of the mighty power of nature.

"Knife, knife, knife."

Old Tang whispered in his mouth, this tomb is much larger than he thought. He has also been to the Egyptian pyramids, but in terms of specifications, the underwater bronze cemetery in front of him shocked him even more.

In the end, what kind of noble man is he who is capable of digging a bronze palace in the mountain?

I heard that the ancient emperors of this country were very generous, but this pomp is too big, I really don't know how many people will die to build this thing.

He walked around in the Bronze City, looking for the box that the gold master had described to him, and said that he would withdraw after another ten minutes without any play. It felt more evil here than any place he had been.

This can be regarded as a reason for his withdrawal. In such a big place, it is a fantasy to find a box with a diving light in ten minutes, but he also feels that since he has come in, it is impossible not to try to find it. Wan Once found, he can get rich overnight.

As time passed by, Old Tang would look at his diving watch from time to time, like a student waiting for the end of get out of class. When the pointer turned to the top again, Old Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't find it, you won't find it. The deposit is returned to others, as long as you are okay.

But when he turned around, he suddenly felt that he had kicked something, and it hurt his foot.

He pointed the diving light under him and found that it turned out to be a long box... It looked like the appearance was similar to what the employer described.

Damn it!

Obviously there is a treasure equivalent to thirty million U.S. dollars in front of him, but he doesn't have any joy of getting rich at this moment, he feels something wrong.

He felt that everything that happened recently was like a pair of invisible hands pushing him behind his back, and no one knew where the destination was.

He suppressed the anxiety in his heart and leaned over to touch the long box. The moment he touched the box, he felt like an overcharge. For a moment, he felt a little dazed and saw many mysterious and mysterious illusions.

"elder brother."

Old Tang woke up suddenly, jumped up like a cat stepped on its tail, pulled out a tactical stab from behind, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

It was like a little boy's voice, with a nostalgic tone.

But here is a bronze cemetery one hundred meters underwater. How could there be a little boy called his brother! ?

For a moment, Old Tang thought of many strange talks on the hunter website forum. In some weird cemeteries, people would have hallucinations. Hear beautiful women's delicate and panting silver sounds, and see ancient beautiful women wearing transparent veil sticking to themselves. Coming up, the inverted combatant gradually became obsessed with the scene of **** and bathing, releasing his spirit, and finally couldn't wake up again.

Old Tang used to think that the hunters on the forum were bragging because he had never seen any supernatural incident ~www.readwn.com~ but today he believed it.

What the **** is why the hallucinations of others are all transparent gauze beauties who seduce and shout "Come and be happy", but when they arrive, they are a little boy shouting brother! ?

Could it be that there is a problem with my sexual orientation deep in my heart! ?

Old Tang shook his head quickly to contain this horrible conjecture, and then there was another violent rage. He said that the ghosts here look down on people, and who are I Ronald Tang! ?

Even if you want to confuse me with fantasy, please let the group of ancient beauties in sheer veil test me, okay?

"Bah, baah, calm down."

Old Tang kept secretly unsuccessful, and said to his heart that he had been so inconsistent with all his crazy thoughts recently. Most of them had been playing too much with the netizen who likes to talk bad things recently.

His voice was transmitted through the empty bronze city, and then echoed to his ears, making him feel a little bit cold inexplicably.

I didn't dare to think about it for a moment. He lifted the heavy long box and tied it to his back with a rope, and then started to run. He wanted to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

"elder brother."

The little boy's voice sounded again, still so cordial, but it sounded like a ghost in Old Tang.

He ran desperately, tense and screaming in his mouth: "I beg the ghost, the little one just strayed in, and it is no wonder that he can take some worthless little things to support his family!"

"elder brother."

Old Tang’s anxious tears were about to come out, and he said that this ghost is sick, even if you want to scare me, don’t do it like this, or did I just say that I didn’t make it clear?

He remembered that the little boy’s voice was Chinese. He had just spoken English, so he repeated what he said just now in crappy spoken Chinese.

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