From the dragon race to penetrate the world

Chapter 141 The Adventures of Old Tang Bronze

After a night of vegetation purification, the air in the morning was extraordinarily fresh. The white dove crossed the blue sky and landed in front of the window of the dormitory building, making a cooing sound that made someone irritable.

Finger frowned and covered the quilt on his head, wanting to continue his dream, but the next moment he lifted the quilt strangely, squinted and looked under the bed, and rubbed his eyes again, wondering if he was in bed. I didn't wake up from the dream.

Junior brother Lu actually woke up!

He's got his school uniform on!

He still has a textbook in his hand!

He is going to class! ?

Or alchemical chemistry class! ?

A series of shocks made Fingel sober in an instant, and he said hysterically, "Brother...you are...going to class?"

Lu Chen nodded, "Otherwise."

"We agreed to accompany senior brother to stay in the house until the end of time, so how about failing the exam together?"

Fingel said weakly.

Lu Chen was annoyed and funny, and said, "Whoever wants to grow old with you, and my mission grade points are enough to make up all the subjects, I won't fail."

"That's right, but since you can't even fail your subjects, why do you still go to class?"

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

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

Lu Chen looked solemn.

This is a lie!

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

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

If it wasn't for Brother Chu by his side, he might have been trapped to death in the Jinlunjia Corridor at this time, becoming a floating corpse.

He used to hate modern technological weapons and other things, because those things took the life of his partner and ended the era of secret blood warriors.

But now he has to face up to this world. Even though he still doesn't like these things, and he won't use those guns that are useless to him in battle, he still needs to further understand the power of technology in this world and the mysterious power of alchemy. This will help him fight against high-level dragons in the future.

It's hard, but at this moment 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."

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In the dilapidated and messy house, all kinds of expired milk and instant noodle barrels were piled up in the corner, and the air exuded a "charming" smell.

A nondescript man in jeans and a tracksuit was working frantically 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 is enduring and it is the love of many e-sports players.

This man can be regarded as a master in this way. It has only been 7 minutes since the game started, and he has already pushed the opponent to the main base. The opponent's explosive plan failed, and everything seemed to be under his control.

Until the base exploded, he fell back tactically and slumped on the chair.

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

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

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

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

Then the two people who belonged to different places began typing on the keyboard to compete, and all kinds of nonsense were flying all over the sky.

Suddenly, a browser window popped up on the screen in front of the man. He froze for a moment, and replied in the QQ window, "I have something to do, let's chat."

Then he closed QQ and opened the letter in the station.

hunter site.

The man's name is Ronald Tang, everyone calls him Old Tang, he has no culture, he dropped out of high school and lives in a poor area of ​​Brooklyn, people like him should be eating on the side of the road and waiting to die, but in fact other than him The living environment is dirty and messy due to my living habits, but it is usually quite comfortable.

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

Usually, I mainly accept jobs with weird rumors that no one dares to accept, 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, so he wanted to starve to death the brave and the timid, so he gritted his teeth and picked up the one who went to the grave live.

As a result, he ran down for a walk, hey, nothing happened, he opened the coffin of the owner of the tomb with a small screwdriver and a small hammer, picked up the compass designated by the employer, and searched for a few precious orbs , I got rich overnight after I came back.

Having tasted the sweetness, once he was a novice and acquainted again, he gradually started to hang out on the hunter website, and now he can be regarded as a well-known leader in some fields in the industry.

It was strange to say that although his life was not so smooth, his fate seemed to be very hard. Those cemeteries that no one dared to visit said that there were zongzi, and nothing happened after he went down.

There are also various dangerous places where there are rumors of strange events, and he has been to them all, and it feels no different from going home.

He browsed through the contents of the letter on the site. It was a private letter, and he was assigned a task by his employer.

The person who sent this letter also specially added a background to the letter. It is a mottled bronze wall with complicated patterns on it, which looks very old.

"To make things mysterious."

Old Tang muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then he browsed through it roughly, and it seemed that he was going to go to a certain underwater tomb in the big eastern country to fight and get something that his employer wanted.

At first, he wanted to refuse this task. Although he was well-versed in all kinds of dangerous places with strange rumors, there was only one job that he refused to accept.

That is the underwater tomb, and perhaps there is also his inexplicable 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 are really supernatural events in this world, he doesn't think he is very afraid from his own experience, but the underwater cemetery is different.

If one gets it wrong, he may be physically buried at the bottom of the water.

Just as he was about to close the page, he happened to pull to the bottom of the task, and suddenly stopped.

What is shown there is the task reward.

3000 million dollars!
Immediately, Old Tang was stunned.

What kind of tomb is this?He said he wanted me to steal some ancient knives, but what kind of ancient knives were they worth so much?
Mo Xie, the go-getter in Chinese myths and legends?
At this time, he looked at the background picture of the letter, and suddenly had an illusion that the complicated patterns on the bronze wall seemed to come to life, and the snake-headed monster seemed to be dancing an ancient dance, breathing out snake letters, like The devil is bewitching people.

It's like an invitation to... hell.

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

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

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

No, maybe he was thinking too much, simply because he couldn't take his eyes off the 3000 million US dollars task reward.

3000 million!

As long as he completes this vote, he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

He once chatted with netizens and said that he would take the other party to tour New York in a broken bus, but if he was rich, he could drive a supercar.

He tremblingly held the mouse hand and moved towards the accept task button at the end of the letter. The moment he clicked on it, he seemed to hear sharp laughter in the air, as if the devil was delighted to take the bait of the lamb.

For a moment, Old Tang felt a little regretful, but once the task on the hunter website is accepted, it cannot be returned. No matter whether the task is successful or not, you must submit the task. If you break the contract, you must pay double the deposit as liquidated damages.

At this time, his mobile phone received a text message, and the 1000 million mission deposit had already arrived. Even through the mobile phone screen, 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 the soul. ... He always felt that he had betrayed his soul just at that moment.

"Clap--"

Old Tang patted his face lightly to wake himself up, thinking that he must have been staying up late and playing too many games recently, which caused him to be in a trance.

Isn't it just a water tomb? With my evil physique, I can easily capture it, and according to my employer, I will provide myself with the most advanced diving equipment support.

Old Tang thought so... he didn't regret it until he faced the huge bronze door in the deep water.

He followed the employer's instructions to him, took out his own blood that had been prepared in advance, used the backlog of injections, and smeared the blood on the bronze door. This quaint door was actually opened to him.

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

At this moment, he really wanted to retreat, but he couldn't help it now. The water flowed backwards into this magnificent bronze city, and he was swept in. In the face of the mighty power of nature, he was extremely weak.

"Knife, knife, knife."

Old Tang muttered in a low voice that this tomb was much bigger than he had imagined. He had also been to the Egyptian pyramids, but in terms of size, the underwater bronze tomb in front of him shocked him the most.

He thought to himself, what kind of noble person is capable of digging out a bronze palace in the mountain?

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

He stopped and stopped in the Bronze City, looking for the box that the benefactor had described to him, and said in his heart that if he found nothing in another 10 minutes, he would quit. This place felt more evil than any place he had been to.

This can be regarded as an excuse for him to back down. In such a large place, it is impossible to find a box within 10 minutes with a diving light alone. Once he finds it, he can become rich overnight.

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

If you don't find it, you can't find it. The deposit will be refunded to others, as long as your own person is fine.

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

He pointed the diving light under his body, and found that it turned out to be a long box... It seemed to be similar in appearance to the employer's description.

Heck!

Obviously, there is a treasure equivalent to 3000 million U.S. dollars in front of him, but he doesn't have any joy of getting rich at this moment, and he feels something is wrong.

He feels that everything that has happened recently is like a pair of invisible hands behind him pushing him away, and no one knows where the destination will end.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and leaned over to touch the long box. The moment he touched the box, he felt like an electric shock. He was in a trance for a moment, and saw many mysterious and ethereal illusions.

"elder brother."

Old Tang woke up with a start, jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pulled out a tactical saber from his back, and scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

It sounded like a little boy's voice, full of nostalgia.

But here is a bronze cemetery [-] meters underwater, how could there be a little boy calling him brother! ?
For a moment, Old Tang thought of many strange talks on the hunter website forum. In some weird cemeteries, people will have hallucinations, hear beautiful women's coquettish, panting and moaning silver sounds, and see ancient beauties wearing transparent gauze sticking to themselves. When he came up, Dao Dou Zhe gradually became obsessed with the sex and bath scenes, releasing his energy, 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 events, but today he believed it.

But what the hell is, why do other people's hallucinations are beautiful women with transparent veils, seductively shouting "Come and be happy", but when it comes to myself, it is a little boy calling brother! ?

Could it be that there is something wrong with my sexual orientation deep in my heart! ?
Old Tang shook his head hastily, suppressing this terrifying conjecture, and then burst into a burst of rage, thinking that the ghosts here look down on people and think of me, Ronald Tang! ?

Even if you want to confuse me with fantasy, please let the group of ancient beauties in transparent gauze test me, okay?
"Bah, bah, calm down."

Old Tang kept saying bad luck to himself, thinking why he was so out of tune with his random thoughts recently, probably because he played too much with that netizen who loves to talk bad.

His voice was transmitted in the empty Bronze City, and then echoed to his ears, making him shiver inexplicably.

He 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 started running, he wanted to get out of this ghostly place quickly.

"elder brother."

The little boy's voice sounded again, still so kind, but to Old Tang's ears, it sounded like a haunted ghost.

He ran desperately, and when he became nervous, he started to speak bad words: "I beg Mr. Ghost, the little one just strayed into the house by mistake, and it's no wonder that he took some worthless things to support his family!"

"elder brother."

Old Tang was about to burst into tears, thinking that this ghost is sick, even if you want to scare me, don't do it like this, or is it that I didn't make sense of what I just said?

He remembered that the little boy's voice was in Chinese, and what he had just said was in English, so he almost repeated what he had just said in poor spoken Chinese.

(End of this chapter)