Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Mr. Han landed safely. The moment his toes touched the ground, the sound of the gears turning penetrated the bronze wall and reached his ears.

"Where does the gear sound come from?" Han Qiu wondered.

"Bronze Palace." Mr. Han illuminated the surroundings with a light. "The palace began to operate. It came alive."

There are all kinds of weapons here, all made of bronze.

The most conspicuous thing is a wheelchair, which would be more appropriately called a four-wheeled cart. Han Qiu remembered the phrase "the whole army charges towards Zhuge Liang's four-wheeled cart."

Inexplicable joy.

"Where is this place?"

"Alchemy room, where Norton makes weapons." Mr. Han picked up an ancient sword casually.

This sword has been around for who knows how many years, but it is still sharp.

"Do dragons still need weapons?" Han Qiu couldn't understand.

"Dragons have the ability to transform into human form. Although dragon bodies are powerful, they have some disadvantages." Mr. Han said: "Now is the era of hybrids. Dragons are very weak when they are just hatched, so they will choose human bodies and hide among us."

"So...is a dragon that turns into a human still a dragon?"

"If a fox spirit turns into a human, is it no longer a fox spirit?"

"Oh my gosh, that's a good answer!"

Mr. Han pushed open the heavy bronze door. The weight of thousands of pounds was just a matter of lifting his hand for him.

Han Qiu once again felt the power of his bloodline.

Behind the door is a relatively wide area, with the sun hanging in the sky.

There is a wheat field not far away, with each ear of wheat full and with clear veins.

Behind the wheat field was an ordinary house with its windows closed.

There is an apple tree planted next to it, with lush branches and leaves, and some apples hanging high on the branches.

This should have been a beautiful scene, but because it was all cast in bronze, it looked weird and lacked the breath of life.

The wind cannot move the wheat, the houses are not colorful like bricks and tiles, and the apple will not fall and hit Newton on the head.

Han Qiu was so shocked that he was speechless and couldn't imagine what kind of handwriting this was.

If you ask a sculptor to do this, he probably won't be able to create such a scene even if he works all his life.

"Why is there the sun?" Han Qiu ignored the trivialities and asked the most important part.

"It's a combination of alchemy and words." Mr. Han praised, "The alchemy skills of the Bronze and Fire King are only surpassed by Nidhogg. Do you know how the Bronze Palace was built?"

"Brother, you ask me, who should I ask?"

Mr. Han ignored his words and answered his own question: "Dig out a mountain, pour boiling hot bronze liquid from the top of the mountain, and then break the outer shell."

"My darn thing!"

Han Qiu tried to use other words to describe his shock, but he was not well-educated and could only say "Fuck you".

Let’s change to other words… There is a sentence: 6!

Mr. Han rushed to the house and knocked lightly a few times.

"There are people?" Han Qiu corrected: "Is there a dragon?"

"Constantine is hatching inside, and the purpose of this mission is to release him early." Mr. Han pushed open the door.

The room was spacious enough with a desk by the window, through which one could just see the wheat field.

The bronze bed was placed against the wall. It was three meters wide and could accommodate a cow.

Mr. Han had no interest in the layout here. He only had eyes for the brass jar.

It is not real brass, but is made of special alchemical materials.

It is placed at the head of the bed. It looks very old and its shape is very similar to an egg.

If you look closely, you can see a very tiny crack.

"Norton and Constantine were hatched in here at the same time." Mr. Han slowly approached and stroked the brass jar.

It should be called "egg".

The egg of the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

How could such a noble creature be insulted?

"What about Norton?" Han Qiu asked, "Why is Constantine the only one left?"

"Norton and Constantine were found by the secret party a long time ago, but they sent this thing back for some plan. However, there was an accident during the transportation. Did you see the crack? He got out and escaped on the way of transportation. It happened many years ago. Actually, you know Norton."

"I know him? A classmate from Shilan Middle School?"

"No, I think he's Lu Mingfei's online friend. He mentioned it to you."

Han Qiu recalled and then exclaimed: "Old Tang?"

"Yes, don't tell anyone about it, understand?"

"I understand. You will restrict me anyway."

"It's good to know."

Mr. Han took off the test tube from his waist, which contained a sticky liquid. In order to prepare this unpleasant-smelling liquid, Han Qiu worked for a day and a night according to Mr. Han's instructions, but only managed to make this little bit.

Fortunately, I studied chemistry in college and did a lot of experiments, otherwise I would have been unable to keep up with Mr. Han’s requirements.

"Gray tin solution is difficult to make, and the thing you made actually has a very weak corrosive effect. But with the combination of metal and fire, it is enough to wake Constantine up."

After Mr. Han finished speaking, he placed the knife against the jar and then carefully dripped the liquid on the top of the jar. This process was a bit long and very painful.

Half an hour later, Mr. Han straightened up, took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it all into the can.

"Get ready." Mr. Han took a few steps back and recited the dragon text.

The alcohol suddenly burst into flames.

Metal, flames, and the processed egg shell, all the conditions are in place to awaken Constantine.

The fire gradually died down, and before it was completely extinguished, the can cracked with a click.

Then, the cracks spread rapidly.

Mr. Han ran out without any hesitation.

He was very familiar with the place and knew which passage to leave.

"Why are you running?" Han Qiu asked, "Aren't you here to find him?"

"We're looking for his eggs, not him."

The temperature in the bronze palace is gradually rising, and the speed of the gears is also increasing.

"I'm not interested in a fight with a brother." Mr. Han turned the corner, and the bronze doors behind him slammed down heavily, "and I can't beat him."

"Tell me more about Brother Lian Kuang's affairs, and what is the purpose of doing this?"

"Let's talk about it after we get out. As for the purpose, you will understand it later."

"Why are you like my mom? You'll always understand later."

"I won't spoil you like your mother did."

Mr. Han stopped and reached the end of the passage. In front of him was a wall with human faces hanging on it.

Lively, mad, and lively again.

Han Qiu really thought this thing looked disgusting.

The temperature of the bronze walls was so high that vision was blurred at a glance, and the oxygen content in the palace was dropping rapidly.

Mr. Han activated the living spirit and turned off the lights.

He turned around, and only the light of his golden pupils remained in the darkness.

"Welcome back, Constantine!"

Han Qiu couldn't understand why he was laughing, and in the midst of his laughter, the living spirit swallowed him in one gulp.

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Inside the bronze house, a naked little boy curled up on the bed with broken pieces of a jar beside him.

He was extremely thin, with the outline of his ribs being particularly evident.

"Brother..." He murmured: "Brother..."

The depressed mood gradually increased, and flames ignited around his body.

The bronze bed beneath him began to show signs of melting, along with the house.

"elder brother……"

The lost memories are being restored, like pieces beginning to fit together.

"Brother...there are thousands of troops outside."

It was a battle in which thousands of troops fought against God. The sound of killing was overwhelming and murderous intent filled every corner of the palace.

The two teenagers snuggled in their room, waiting for death to come.

"Brother... why don't you eat me... eat me and rule the world."

"I don't want to die... Death is painful, and there is only darkness. Even the darkness is terribly small and filled with sadness."

"Brother... I will protect you this time..."

The house melted into liquid, and the boy's pupils brightened again.

The golden light is dazzling and majestic.

He thought of his own death, hanging on a pole in the middle of the city.

The flames swept through the city called "Baidi" and also destroyed his life.

A sacrifice... with the life of the first king.

"Constantine!" He remembered his name.

Beyond the roar of war, the fallen battle flag will be raised again.

"elder brother!"

After shouting again, he fainted.

Those recovered memories faded away like sand.

This body isn't strong enough to support memories like that.

The Dragon Servant arrived at the third floor, and the moment he saw Constantine, the matter of the invaders no longer mattered.

It lowered its head towards the sleeping king and growled.

Great King of Bronze and Fire, this is an audience with your subjects.

However, Constantine showed no signs of waking up, and the dragon servants crawled around him and protected him.

The rapidly rotating gears slowed down, and the temperature in the bronze palace slowly returned to normal.

No one knows how long the air here can last.

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Lu Mingfei suddenly sat up, sweating profusely.

It was a nightmare. Endless flames were about to burn the world. Two teenagers were running and playing in the flames. It was obvious that they themselves were also burned to ashes.

In the dream, Lu Mingfei was like a transparent man who could only witness the destruction of this world.

He looked out the window in a trance, and just then a light rail train passed by quickly. The noise that he used to dislike suddenly became pleasant to his ears.

This is reality, not a dream.

"Ming Fei!" Auntie's voice came from the living room: "Go out and buy some onions, ginger and garlic!"

"Oh, okay! Here it comes!" Lu Mingfei turned over and got out of bed, shaking his head to get the nightmare out of his head.

The destruction of the world has nothing to do with him. He is still the poor kid living in his uncle's house.

After buying onions, ginger and garlic and having dinner, I went to a black Internet cafe to sit for a while.

He planned this.