harleyscars Chapter 55 Have you ever heard of a dragon?
Chapter 55 Have you ever heard of a dragon?
Nighttime, inside a villa.
"Go, go, go! Hey, why aren't we going?"
The man clutched the controller and shouted, only to watch in despair as the character he was controlling was killed on the screen.
From the spectator's perspective, watching his teammates wriggle forward on the screen, swatting the enemy to the ground like maggots, a look of absurdity and pain flashed across his face.
"My equipment..."
What's done is done, and no amount of heartache can undo it. Old Tang sighed helplessly, pressed the exit spectator button, and prepared to start the next match.
"Looks like you're adapting quite well?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside Old Tang's earpiece, startling him so much that he jumped up.
"Who! Who are you!?"
He hadn't forgotten what the beautiful woman had told him before she left: she wouldn't be coming back for the next few days, which meant—someone had intruded!
Old Tang suddenly turned around, raising the game controller high in his hand, assuming a defensive stance as if he would smash it down hard if anyone made any move.
I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!
But before he could even regain his composure, his posture crumbled the moment he saw the person's face.
The controller fell to the ground, and his voice was filled with joy.
"Mingming!"
The person who arrived was none other than Lu Mingfei.
"Old Tang, long time no see."
Seeing Old Tang's joyful face, Lu Mingfei also smiled. He looked into Old Tang's leaden gray eyes, opened his arms, and made a hugging gesture.
"have not seen you for a long time."
"You're making it sound like we're in a romance drama."
Old Tang walked over, a little hesitant, and then put his arm around Lu Mingfei.
Welcome back, brother.
...........
The empty hall was illuminated by the turned-on lights, the light clearing away the darkness.
The silence that had been there on the sofa in the hall vanished without a trace with the arrival of the two people.
Old Tang sat on the sofa, his leaden gray eyes looking at Lu Mingfei with a hint of doubt in them, and he spoke first.
"Mingming, didn't that beautiful woman say you wouldn't be back for a while?" He asked, looking at the time on his phone. "She said she was coming to see you, but it's only been two days."
"The matter was resolved ahead of schedule, so I came back early," Lu Mingfei said without batting an eye.
He certainly didn't come back through normal channels. His original flight was for early tomorrow morning, so even if he arrived, he wouldn't be able to see Lao Tang until noon tomorrow.
But this time is not the same as that time.
Through his exploration, he discovered that this supernatural power could not only open "doors" at will within the range of his perception, but also connect to locations far away.
The only anchor points needed are things related to him.
This was incredibly unfortunate. There were countless things about him in this small town, and he had already opened the door and returned to the town at the cost of only 40% of his magic power.
It's as fast as teleporting back to town.
"So that's how it is." Old Tang stroked his chin, the joy on his face gradually fading.
"But you've clearly finished all your work?"
"Those people didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Old Tang's eyes were filled with self-reproach, and he looked somewhat dejected.
Lu Mingfei shook his head with a smile: "It's just a small matter, nothing to worry about."
"And what about me?" Old Tang's voice lowered. "My problems... must be quite serious, right?"
Old Tang isn't stupid; the fact that he can mingle on hunter websites and in slums already speaks volumes about his abilities.
After all, the timing of his fainting spells was always too coincidental, so coincidental that he couldn't ignore it.
"..............."
Even Lu Mingfei fell silent at this moment. He looked at the other person, while Old Tang lowered his head.
"It seems my problems have gotten quite serious." He forced a smile, his voice a little hoarse. "Am I going to be a problem?"
"How could that be?" Lu Mingfei immediately said, "It's just a small problem."
Upon hearing this, Old Tang looked up, a wry smile on his face, and said softly:
"Mingming, you're always like this. When faced with a difficult question, you start to evade the question."
He slumped back onto the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and began to reminisce with a melancholy expression.
"You've always been like this. When you talk to me about school, the resentment in your tone is like a bottle half-full of water."
When the bottle is upside down, you feel disappointed, but when it stands upright, you become indifferent, as if the world is collapsing.
I've always known you're someone who hates trouble, and I can roughly guess that you're always afraid because you live with your aunt and no one is there for you.
Just like me. You know, the old man who adopted me was very poor, and when he asked me what I wanted to buy, I always habitually said no.
Gradually, I really couldn't remember what I needed. I would only buy water when I was thirsty and food when I was hungry. As for the rest... it didn't matter.
I thought this would leave the old man some money and make me seem less of a burden to him, but he still left.
Because they couldn't afford medical treatment, and also because of me.
As he spoke, Old Tang lowered his head even further, his tone carrying a hint of indescribable emotion.
"Back then, he and I had a secret base, a small wooden cabin in a tree in a small courtyard. He would hide any good things he had under that movable wooden plank."
After I finished arranging his funeral, I suddenly had the idea to look under the wooden plank, and found a wad of loose change. It wasn't enough for his medical treatment, but it was enough to buy some medicine to tide him over.
Lu Mingfei, who had been listening quietly, spoke up at this moment, "Then why didn't he go and buy some medicine?"
"Yes, I want to know too." Old Tang didn't look up, his voice muffled. "Maybe it's because I'm tired... or maybe it's because I'm lonely. I can't say for sure."
"But that's precisely why,"
Old Tang raised his head and looked at Lu Mingfei in front of him. "I don't want to be a burden, especially not a burden to my friends."
"But I don't think you're a nuisance."
Lu Mingfei met Lao Tang's eyes. "We're friends. There's no trouble between friends, is there?"
"Then tell me," Old Tang's eyes were filled with seriousness, "what exactly happened? What's on me?"
Lu Mingfei stared at that face, his thoughts somewhat hazy, as if through it he saw another furious face, its golden eyes burning.
That was a scene he glimpsed through his supernatural powers.
And now, everything is quietly aligning with his guess.
He took a deep breath, looked at Old Tang in front of him, and placed a talisman on the coffee table.
"Put this talisman on your chest first."
"A talisman?" Old Tang blinked, his tone tinged with disbelief and teasing. "Mingming, when did you start working as a Taoist priest?"
He looked at the yellow paper covered with vermilion patterns, and although surprised, he did as he was told and stuck it to his heart.
"Is that so?"
Lu Mingfei watched him stick it on, nodded, and then slowly spoke, his expression calm to the point of being solemn.
Old Tang also became nervous.
The boy's voice was slow, as if afraid of waking some kind of creature.
"Have you...heard of dragons?"