Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"By the way, do you know what your word spirit is?"

Chen Motong, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, looked at Lu Mingfei, who was concentrating on driving, with interest and asked curiously.

"Do you have to ask me this question in such a dangerous place? I'm so nervous!"

Lu Mingfei did not answer, but focused on the road ahead, fearing that he would be on the headlines of the college forum tomorrow.

"S-level freshman Lu Mingfei and Caesar's fiancée were racing late at night and fell off a cliff and both died."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this title. This was too embarrassing.

"Your Word Spirit doesn't seem to match any of the Word Spirits on the periodic table. Could it be a new special Word Spirit?"

Chen Motong ignored Lu Mingfei's complaints and stroked his smooth chin with his hand, looking as if he was thinking seriously.

"What is the Word Spirit Periodic Table?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the gradually widening road and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His palms were already wet with sweat. One could imagine how narrow the road on the top of the mountain was.

"All the Word Spirits that have appeared from ancient times to the present are recorded together. The people who recorded them call it the Word Spirit Periodic Table. From ancient times to the present, a total of 118 kinds of Word Spirits are recorded on it. They are ranked according to the danger and crisis. The higher the sequence number, the more difficult it is to control. 1-88 are ordinary Word Spirits, which basically will not get out of control, while 88-100 Word Spirits may cause serious accidents due to improper control, so they are rated as dangerous. As for 100-112, they are rated as high-risk, and even the releaser himself may be affected by the Word Spirit. As for those after No. 112, they are rated as top secret, and there is no data recorded, and even no one knows their names."

Chen Motong answered without any hesitation, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"Then what is your word spirit? Oh, you don't seem to have any word spirit."

As soon as Lu Mingfei asked the question, he remembered that Chen Motong had just said that she seemed to have no spiritual power.

"If you can't speak, just shut up! Although I don't have a Word Spirit, I have a special ability that allows me to infer things that happened in the past period of time, the course of events, and the people, etc. through the environment, objects, sounds, etc. I call this ability profiling. The professors said that my ability may be too special, so it is not recorded in the Word Spirit Periodic Table!"

Chen Motong looked at Lu Mingfei angrily, as if to say, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

"What a powerful ability! Doesn't that mean you can easily become the Sherlock Holmes of the new century if you want?"

Lu Mingfei didn't expect Chen Motong's ability to be so abnormal. Doesn't that mean that it's impossible for him to lie to her? The future is dark!

"Tsk, what's the point of this? What is your word spirit? It seems to be a special word spirit that is not recorded in the word spirit periodic table."

Chen Motong curled his lips in disdain, as if he had no interest in Sherlock Holmes.

"I don't know either. I seem to have a lot of words."

Lu Mingfei also felt a little strange. It seemed that every word in his mind was a spiritual word.

"Hmm? Is S-rank so powerful? Even the word spirits are plural."

Chen Motong thought that the "many" Lu Mingfei mentioned meant two or three. Although he was surprised, this situation has appeared in history. Some geniuses possessed more than two words at the same time after a long period of training.

"I don't know either. Let's go back and ask the professor. Maybe he can give us the answer."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and prepared to ask Professor Guderian when he got back. There were at least hundreds of words in his mind, such as "perspective" and "rose" that he had used, and many strange ones, such as "money", "food", "water", and special ones such as "fire", "flying", "invisibility", etc. He even saw the word "profile", which was almost the same as saying it.

The car fell into silence. Lu Mingfei was driving while thinking about his spiritual words, but it was unknown what Chen Motong was thinking.

"Hmm? Wait a minute, why is there someone here?!"

Lu Mingfei, who was thinking, suddenly felt a black shadow appear in front of his eyes. Then a motorcycle rushed out at the turn without slowing down at all, and instantly came face to face with the car driven by Lu Mingfei.

"squeak!"

Seeing that a collision was imminent, Lu Mingfei hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and the fast-moving wheels stopped turning instantly, but the car body still rushed forward under the huge inertia, and the tires left two deep marks on the road.

"It's over, there was a car accident!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the silver motorcycle that suddenly rushed out and could only close his eyes helplessly. He didn't expect that he would have a car accident on his first driving trip. He hoped that no one was hurt, otherwise he would definitely have to stay in the police station for a while.

"Hey, we didn't hit him. Go down and see what's happened to that guy. He rode a motorcycle without lights on at night. Do you want to die?"

The silver-gray Bugatti Veyron stopped steadily, but there was no feeling of collision. Only when he heard Chen Motong's angry voice beside him did Lu Mingfei slowly open his eyes.

The motorcycle was gone on the road, and a person wearing strange black clothes was lying in front of the car. Because his face could not be seen clearly, his specific identity could not be determined, but judging from his body shape, he should be a man.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Lu Mingfei opened the car door and walked to the man's side, asking in authentic Chinese English. Just as he was about to lend a hand to help, he saw the figure move, took out a thick black object from his arms and pressed it against Lu Mingfei's chin.

"No, brother, don't do that. It was you who rode the motorcycle without lights on. We have to be reasonable!"

Lu Mingfei felt the cold texture coming from his chin, and quickly raised his hands and explained loudly, "This is a real shotgun! If it hits my head, won't it be all over the place?"

"Shut up! Are you in the same group as those guys behind you? They deliberately ambushed me here!"

The man in black had a look of anger on his face and pointed the shotgun in his hand again, but from the way he kept looking back from time to time, it seemed that someone was chasing him.

As he spoke, the man raised his head, and Lu Mingfei could see his face clearly. He had short black hair, a typical Asian face, drooping eyebrows, and that very distinctive face. Lu Mingfei instantly recalled a person from his memory.

"Are you, Old Tang?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the man in front of him whose body stiffened instantly, and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his head no longer had to be in a mess. However, his heart was full of doubts. Why did this strange old friend of his appear here, and it seemed that he was one of the armed forces that invaded the academy?