"You're awake, brother."

A pair of warm big hands dragged Chu Zihang out of the darkness.

"I'm not like that."

After a short trance, he understood everything.

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this dream trial."

Lu Mingfei looked at his forehead, and the red imprint had oozed a faint texture.

"Yes, I have witnessed affection, friendliness, courage and betrayal."

Chu Zihang nodded.

He confessed to Lu Mingfei what he had experienced.

This was a necessary process, and Lu Mingfei also took on the role of the head priest of the warband.

"Hammer and fire, I remember them. However, in my true memory, he helped me modify the shotgun, so I helped me not to be kicked out of the settlement. ”

He recalled.

In the bottom nest, such a normal family relationship is not normal, so Lu Mingfei has a deep memory.

Helping them is not without maintaining this good idea.

Hearing the true ending, Chu Zihang's heart was comforted.

He stood up, walked over to the emperor, got down on one knee and began to pray.

Lu Mingfei watched him silently and did not tell him the final outcome.

A mutant attack has taken place in Blackwater's Nest, and when he arrives, the blacksmith's tent has only one leftover arm leftover.

In the lower level of the nest, no one can always be lucky.

While he was pondering, Lu Mingfei caught a glimpse of the night watchman waving at him.

"What's the matter?"

He walked up to the vice-principal and asked.

But the other party just shook his head, and then led him all the way to the outside of the Norton Pavilion.

"Boy Road, there's something I need to remind you."

The vice principal said.

"You say."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"The effect of mental suggestion will become worse and worse unless the intensity of the suggestion is constantly increased. But in the same way, the mental impact of death in the dream will become stronger and stronger, until the actual death. ”

The vice principal said.

"I see."

He was not surprised by the vice-principal's words.

There is also a mental hypnosis component in recruit surgery, and there are not a few candidates who have fallen into madness in this environment.

"Aren't you going to tell them?"

The vice principal asked.

"Of course I'll tell them, why do you ask?"

Lu Mingfei said he didn't understand.

"Oh, I thought you were the kind of lone husband who takes care of everything."

The vice principal said unceremoniously.

"If necessary, I will, but not yet. The Emperor had already witnessed their courage, and this difficulty was not worth mentioning to them. ”

He looked past the door of the Norton Pavilion at his warband members with a kind smile on his face.

It's a blessing to be able to meet so many outstanding young people again when I return to my hometown.

"Your expression is exactly the same now as Ange did when he looked at you."

The vice principal complained.

"That's probably what the hero sees."

Lu Ming boasted to himself.

"Too lazy to talk to you old monsters, I'll go back and see the good stuff Fingal got me."

The vice-principal made a look of wanting to vomit and turned to leave.

"Please, the matter of deciphering the bronze tablet."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It depends on the mood."

The vice-principal waved his hand and walked away slowly.

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In a slum in Brooklyn, an Asian American youth walks with his head down.

The surrounding hilarious people are scattered all over the street, just like wild monsters that refresh everywhere in an RPG online game.

Some of them were smoking cigarettes, some were showing off their newly purchased T-shirts, their malicious eyes moving with the youth, and from time to time they made defiant sounds.

The young Asian is unmoved, he has lived in this neighborhood for a long time, and even the way to avoid trouble is not to understand them, preferably not even to make eye contact.

Once they find an excuse to stir up trouble, they will be beaten at least and eat peanuts at worst.

But fortunately, maybe these people are disgusted with the smell of yellow skin, so they don't bother him much.

As for why other people of the same skin color were robbed, it was none of his business.

The Asian youth walked briskly and returned to the house he rented.

He quickly closed the door and locked it again, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Every time he went out to buy something, it was like an adventure, and alas, when would he save enough money to live in those upscale neighborhoods where white men patrolled everywhere.

The Asian youth unbuttoned his loose coat and spread the various convenience foods and discounted drinks inside to the bed.

He tore open a packet of chips and poured it into his mouth, then opened another bottle of iced Coke and took a sip.

"Meidi very!"

Asian young people can't help but shout out the dialects they learned from Chinese netizens.

At the end of the ceremony, he turned on the monitor, and the penguin flashed in the lower right corner.

"Let me see which of the defeated men will come to me to continue the shame."

The Asian youth smiled, then clicked on the message.

"Old Tang, kill two sets?"

The avatar is a netizen who stewed lobster in a basin of oil said.

"It's this guy, he was ridden by my flying dragon just the day before yesterday, and he dares to invite him to fight today? You will never come back! ”

Old Tang smiled confidently and was about to reply, when he suddenly stopped again.

He closed his eyes and pulled out his wallet, then opened a slit and glanced at it.

The miracle didn't happen, and Franklin didn't come in a superposition.

"Damn, there is meat in the meat bag, why is there no money in the wallet? Fraud, this must be fraud! ”

Old Tang was talking nonsense while flying his fingers on the keyboard.

"Wait for me in ten minutes, brother, and I'll see if there's anything alive. Recently, I can't open the pot. ”

Ignoring the taunts of the counterpart, such as "No, it's so miserable to run to the United States", he opened the hunter website.

Yes, this one will only stay at home and play games, and the waste wood that sees the hi people walking with their heads down is a hunter, and the registration time is not short.

With Old Tang's lazy and autistic personality, it is impossible to work part-time, so he can only go to the hunter website to take on some small jobs that are not black and white, and earn a little money to maintain his life.

As for how he found this website, it was also because of a coincidence.

That day, Don went to Subway to buy a burger, and as soon as he entered the door, he was bumped on the head by an impolite guy.

By the time he got up and wanted to complain, the man had already walked away, but he had lost his wallet.

Old Tang naturally wouldn't be a good citizen, so he picked up his wallet and left.

In addition to a few pieces of change, the wallet is a piece of paper with the address of the website written on it.

He logged on to the website out of curiosity, and then inexplicably registered a hunter account, and then began to take jobs.

He still has self-knowledge of himself, the kind of hard work that requires dancing with knives and guns at a glance is not accepted, and all he receives is soft work such as sending couriers, tracking, and finding resources.

Of course, you can't support yourself by relying on this kind of affirmation.

So Don occasionally takes on some slightly harder jobs.

For example, going to the grave.

He seems to be born with resistance to supernatural things, such as those ancient tombs that have no entry or exit, and some curses that are rumored to be effective in the industry have no effect on him.

As for why he is so poor with this talent, he has to mention another talent of Old Tang.

Possessed by a poor god.

No matter how big the order is, it won't be long before he loses his pants because he hits someone else's car while riding, falls into the sewer while walking, and the bank detects an improper transaction and freezes the account.

When he believed in various religions and couldn't change his life, Lao Tang basically accepted his fate.

He felt that his luck had probably been consumed during the mission, so he didn't take the tomb list again during this time.

It's not that he washes his hands in a golden basin, but he is waiting, waiting for a shocking order, waiting for a chance for a salted fish to turn over.

Now, here's that opportunity.

Old Tang looked at the top hot post on the website with a big mouth.

"Take a set of ancient crafts from the puddle and offer a reward of $20 million."

The $20 million font is deliberately highlighted in red, which is shocking.

(End of chapter)