Mercer was gone—at least from Chu Zihang's point of view.

In fact, he was ready to take Chu Zihang's knife, but when the sword light came out of the sheath, the world in front of him suddenly distorted. The feeling of a gap between gathering his spirit but having nowhere to go also made him feel uncomfortable.

The basement is still the same basement, but much has changed compared to what it was just now.

The broken cobwebs in the corners were gone, as were the moldy bedding that covered the bed. The big lock was open, standing safely aside, the movable entrance of the steel plate interlayer open, and the color of the black hole inside seemed to suck up all the light around it.

It's too quiet at the same time.

Mercer did not probe the entrance and turned to leave along the path he had taken.

The factory is located in an open suburban vacant land, and the air circulation will inevitably form a wind that is not big or small but can be perceived; Small insects have always favored this kind of uninhabited place, and when the weather becomes extreme, a solid and stable human building is the best safe house.

Now the flowing wind and the small sounds of insects crawling have fallen silent.

Like you've come to another world?

The sunlight in the hallway was still tiny and colorful, and after the world had changed, the original beauty was gone, replaced by a distorted sense that looked like corpses cut by a sharp blade.

Mercer had trampled them under his feet.

"Human ......" "Blood-"

"I'm so thirsty—"

"I want to-" "Shredding ......"

Follow your heart's desires. Wang's moans echoed in his ears, and the sound was dry like cracked concrete walls.

Scales and claws rubbed against the dirt, hesitating, longing.

One by one, Deadpool crawled out of the unseen shadows, slowly straightening his body, stretching his claws, and the crunch of his overwhelmed bones continued.

A pair of golden eyes gradually lit up with the recovery of vitality in their bodies, and they invariably twisted their necks in the same direction, and there was no smile on their pale bony cheeks, but the gold of joy and longing had already overshadowed the sun.

"You're everywhere."

(6)≈dǐng(6)≈diǎn(6)≈小(6)≈語,.≈.o∞s_(); Like a greeting to an old friend reunited, Mercer quickened his pace, his eyes lit up with the same delightful gold.

Criss-crossed gold.

Countless pale gold lines rise and fall in this narrow corridor, like a naughty boy holding a pen to scribble, but the power caused should not be underestimated.

Because of inertia, the inky black blood sprayed and extended along the trajectory of the line, and some were cut off by the next line before they landed.

Deadpool never cares about death, they are 'things' that are dominated by their own instincts, so even if they see their companions in front of them sliced into several pieces by these seemingly simple golden lines, slumped to the ground and wailing, they will only rush forward and pounce on Mercer, eager to taste a piece of fresh blood.

Even the content of the wailing before death is to express one's hunger and thirst, and in a sense, it can be regarded as a kind of 'love' for life.

Mercer's footsteps ceased, stomping over patches of broken limbs and spreading black blood.

Despite the fact that Deadpool is a dangerous creature, the Deadpools in this factory are the lowest type, and he doesn't even need to use Katsuko, he only needs to whisper his words to slice them into pieces.

It's boring.

With a wave of his hand, he slashed at the last of Deadpool, who was crawling tenaciously with half of his body, and Mercer suddenly felt disgusted.

Obviously happy to be able to kill, but dissatisfied because the process was too simple. Maybe it's disgusting with your own desires. If you don't want to be satisfied, you may be disgusted with such yourself.

The lines in the air vanished, and the gold in his eyes faded and returned to normal.

- But there's still a big battle to come.

The utterly disrupted pulse perception still sent back intermittent images of broken images, providing him with important information, so he understood what awaited him outside the factory-

"Bang ......"

Hitting it hard will cause damage to the blade, but for an alchemy weapon like Murayu, which uses a special casting process, it is no different from a grass chopping target.

Casually throwing aside the big lock that was broken into two sections, Chu Zihang opened the secret door.

Under the secret door welded with iron sheets and iron frames was a steel pipe, Chu Zihang jumped straight down, the bone and muscle strength brought by the dragon bloodline was several times that of ordinary people, so as long as one and a half squats could easily dissolve the gravitational potential energy at a height of four meters.

Another reason why he can't say it is that he is in a hurry...... Looking forward to it.

What is the other side of your father?

The answer to this question is second only to his revenge.

Although many experts in Chicken Soup for the Soul and psychology have said that a person with a high ideological realm must have the goal of self-realization to serve the society and contribute to the public, Masashi Toyama in the academy has more than once tactfully advised him to let go of the past and look forward to the future.

It sounds like a monk who has attained the Tao and advises the wicked to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas.

But what can be done then? Hatred and memories sit there so quietly, standing still.

It's like a stone statue, even if the patterns, shapes, and things on it are blurred, it's still the same stone statue in essence. He chose this path, which he would have chosen as a matter of course, without weighing the pros and cons.

In addition to his complicated thoughts, he took out version 5.2 of the Practical Gadget Bundle allocated by the Equipment Department from the mezzanine of the tennis bag, and took out a cold light stick.

It can continue to be bright for more than 10 hours after twisting, and is suitable for any dark environment.

Then he froze.

The first thing that catches your eye is the neatly stacked vinyl records, each of which is a jazz classic, as you can see from the delicate sheaths of different shades. This kind of thing looks inconspicuous, but many of them are not in existence, and some versions can be sold for sky-high prices.

There are several cigar humidors on the side of the record, and the cigars inside are basically hand-rolled from Cuba, but there are also different brands such as Abro, OBA, Paras and Romeo. AO (Davidoff) spa "" shape is the most conspicuous, but there are not many of them.

The dark but wide underground space was filled with the aroma of smoke and good wine, Chu Zihang picked up an unopened bottle of Scottish Island whisky, opened the cap, and took a sip silently.

The peat smoked malt is used as a raw material to create a unique flavor; At the same time, the single malt whisky in the island area is often exposed to the sea breeze in the distillery for many years, and the liquor often reveals a strange sea tide aroma and a salty taste.

He is not like Caesar, he is the kind of noble son who knows all the luxuries and pleasures and can praise and disparage them without care, many times he is very popular in the eyes of people like Lu Mingfei, in fact, he himself does not know much about the relevant things, but just buys according to those few brands that are not bad.

He also doesn't like alcohol and almost never drinks alcohol.

Alcohol can paralyze a person's brain and body, and long-term drinking can cause a decline in physical function and memory. These are all things that he cannot accept.

So he frowned and took another sip, and when he found that he couldn't taste what the experts called 'the pure, translucent, and quiet sweetness and mellowness hidden under the fangs and claws', he sealed the cap and put it back in place.

However, the memories are not as good as the current ones.

He simply remembered the collections, including the various guns in the storage cabinets, and looked at the wall to the side.

Countless red lines crisscrossed the air, wearing photographs, newspaper clippings or handwritten pieces of paper, each of which was an event, some parallel to each other, some tangled and knotted.

From the Tunguska explosion in 1908 to the almost total annihilation of the commissioner of the Kassel Enforcement Department in Greenland in 2002, all major events related to the dragon were suspended in the air, whether he knew it or not. He even saw the 'Summer Mourning' of 1900, a tragic incident in which only Principal Angers survived.

Related events are connected by red threads, sometimes two or three threads intersect to create new events, and some events seem to be completely unrelated to other events and are hung alone with a red thread.

The red threads form an intricate web, but eventually, all the red threads converge into a thick bundle tied to the concrete wall, next to which the ancient name, "no," is written in ink.

With his ability to reason, it was almost easy to feel the horror of the results of these analyses. It was also easy to see why Mercer was sure that the contents of the basement would help him secure a place in the Nibelungen Project.

The thing on this wall not only represents a complete discovery and summary, but more importantly, it finally points to the black king Nidhogg, who appears vaguely in countless texts and records, but never explains.

If all the information hanging on the red line is parsed, it may be able to unlock the ultimate secret of the dragon family, the return of the Black King Nidhogg, and the way the end comes.

It's important, but it's ......

Chu Zihang left the shuddering wall and looked at the cork board in front of the workbench.

The boards are carefully filled with thumbtacks and paper clips, all of which were stolen, and the people in the photos were all women and children......

Su Xiaoyan when he was young and Chu Zihang, who was still a babyface.

(In the second half, some of the original books are used, so that some book friends who have not read Ryusi can understand a little - not to make up the word count.)

It's not a word count. Because it's so important, say it twice~ and then it's 3000 words. ）