Volume 1 Hello, Lu Mingfei Chapter 8: Darkness of the Rainfall (VIII)
It was truly a bloody and long illusion, somewhere between the reality witnessed with one's own eyes and the fairy tale imagined from long ago. Every detail, every weapon, every face made Lu Mingfei feel very familiar.
She couldn't remember where she had seen these, maybe in a 3A game, or maybe it was the images in her mind after reading a book. When had she ever participated in a grand war? She was just an ordinary high school girl, and her biggest dream was to become as dazzling as Chu Zihang and Liu Miaomiao. She had never done anything bad, nor had she done anything good. She was just an ordinary girl who followed the routine and could be seen everywhere.
Chu Zihang woke up from the nightmare, sweating profusely. His vision, which had been a little blurry due to long-term study, became much clearer. The sound of rain outside the window and the whispers of ghosts were becoming clearer and clearer in his ears. He could even smell the exhaust odor behind the exhaust cylinder of the car. The same thing happened to Lu Mingfei. She couldn't explain the feeling clearly. It was like a person who had been blind for many years suddenly opened his eyes and saw the world filled with sunshine.
"Son, welcome to the real world." The man took a deep breath. His smile looked helpless, but also seemed to contain some unexpected joy.
"The real...world?"
"This world is more mysterious than you think, just like those shadows. They are neither human nor ghost, but scarier than the most vicious ghosts." The man turned on the headlights to the maximum, covering the increasingly blazing pupils of the ghosts. "No matter what you see next, don't tell others. They will think you are crazy. You should have heard that ordinary people can never understand the ideas of geniuses. I don't want to claim to be a genius, but our world is indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people. I always thought it would be better for you to live in an unreal world, but now there is no way even if I wish. You have already joined this world, and there is no turning back."
The man looked at Lu Mingfei's shadow in the rearview mirror. At this time, Lu Mingfei was also looking at him in the rearview mirror. The two people's eyes met in the mirror. Lu Mingfei sensed a kind of mysterious uneasiness in the man's eyes, and her head buzzed.
She wasn't sure if she knew this man, but this time their gazes made her feel even more familiar. No wonder he acted so intimately the first time he saw her... because he knew her!
But why? And when did it start? Could it be that in the past, in a corner that she had never noticed, there was always such a person driving a Maybach quietly following her?
"Actually, I, your father, am not that bad..." The man looked away. At this moment, he had to confirm Lu Mingfei's safety. It seemed that she had also activated her psychic vision. But Lu Mingfei seemed to realize something and her eyes were a little frightened. The man could only hope that she would forget about it in the extreme tension. "A father always wants to show off in front of his son, right? I never had the chance before, but now someone wants to give me a chance, so of course we can't let it go!"
The needle on the tachometer jumped to a rapid speed of 250 kilometers. The man stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, tightly gripping the steering wheel to control the steel behemoth to rush forward. The pale ghosts on both sides pounced on him, and their claws with distinct knuckles slapped the windows on all sides vigorously, and the force made cracks on the glass like ravines.
"Lu Mingfei!" the man suddenly yelled.
"What?" Lu Mingfei was startled and held her head, staring blankly at the determined eyes in the rearview mirror.
"I'm sorry that this happened to you." The man's expression suddenly softened, with a comforting smile.
The fear in her heart was suddenly diluted. For some reason, Lu Mingfei felt that the driver seemed to be so awesome in such a moment. A few minutes ago, he was still a coward who had to be humble and submissive in front of his son, and he bent his waist subconsciously when he spoke. Now his figure was so majestic, and the whole car was under his protection, just like the omnipotent Monkey King drew a circle. As long as you believe in him, no matter what kind of demons and monsters can't get in.
"Uncle...have we met somewhere before?" Lu Mingfei said blankly.
"This kind of old-fashioned pick-up line has to come from an old man like me! Or do you think I'm handsome and you're in love with me?"
The man laughed heartily, like a hero in the Water Margin who ate big chunks of meat and drank big chunks of wine. He reached out from the car door and pulled out a long black strip.
At first Chu Zihang thought it was an umbrella, but as the slender shadow reflected a dim and silent luster, he saw clearly that it was a scabbard. The knife had no blade scabbard, which was only found on poor vagrants or divine swords dedicated to gods, because divine swords were not used for cutting, so there was no need for a blade scabbard to protect the hand.
The man didn't need to draw his sword as gracefully as those swordsmen in TV dramas. He held the steering wheel with one hand and the handle of the sword with the other and swung it hard, swinging the scabbard out. The slender scabbard pierced the car window, and the huge impact hit the ghost's abdomen, dragging it and nailing it to the fence of the elevated road.
The brighter the silver-white masks of the ghosts, the brighter the clear light on the blade of the knife, like a galaxy.
The two children in the car were dumbfounded. Shouldn't this man be a driver? But at this moment, he was holding a knife, and the word "awesome" was written all over his body. The sharp aura seemed to be able to cut through the air. A mere scabbard in his hand could become a deadly weapon to defeat the enemy.
"Murasame, have you heard of it?" The man held the knife horizontally in front of him. "A knife that can condense dew, and when it is wielded, it is as vivid and refreshing as splashing ink. Don't worry, your father has never killed anyone. It is only used to cut things that should be killed."
"Something to kill?"
"Those ghosts," the man said, "are called Deadpool."
The pale and sharp bone claws finally broke the gap in the car window created by the scabbard, and the ghost's entire arm stretched out, pinching the man's neck with its claws and teeth. Chu Zihang could see that each of those nails was as slender as a scalpel. The veins on the man's wrist were throbbing, and Murasame nimbly flashed through the narrow space. Chu Zihang felt his knees sink, and the ghost's broken hand bounced off his knees and fell to his feet, almost startling him to jump.
“It’s okay!” The man laughed wildly. “Those like Deadpool have no citizenship rights. They have been corrupt for many years. If you don’t kill them, they will kill you. There will be no police to question you!”
