Author: Youjiu L

"You're awake, brother."

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

"I'm not like this."

After a brief trance, he understood everything.

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

Lu Mingfei looked at his forehead, and the red mark had already seeped into a faint texture.

"Yes, I have witnessed family affection, friendship, courage and betrayal."

Chu Zihang nodded.

He confessed to Lu Mingfei everything he had experienced.

This is a necessary process, and Lu Mingfei also serves as the group's chaplain.

"Hammer and fire, I remember them. But in the real memory, he helped me modify the shotgun, so he got my help and was not kicked out of the settlement."

He recalled for a moment and said.

In Dichao, such a normal family relationship was abnormal, so Lu Mingfei remembered it deeply.

Helping them is still a good idea.

Hearing the true ending, Chu Zihang felt a little comfort in his heart.

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

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

There was a mutant attack on Blackwater Den, and when he arrived, there was only a eaten arm in the blacksmith's tent.

In the lower levels of the hive, no one has good luck all the time.

While he was deep in thought, Lu Mingfei caught a glimpse of the night watchman waving to him out of the corner of his eye.

"What's up?"

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 Norton Hall.

"Boy Lu, 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 continuously increased. But similarly, the mental impact of death in dreams will become stronger and stronger until real 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 many candidates who fall into madness in this environment.

"Aren't you going to tell them?"

the vice principal asked.

"Of course I will tell them, why do you ask that?"

Lu Mingfei said he didn't understand.

"Oh, I thought you were the kind of single man who takes care of everything yourself."

The vice principal said unceremoniously.

"I will if necessary, but it is not necessary now. The Emperor has witnessed their courage, and this difficulty is not worth mentioning to them."

He looked across the gate of Norton Hall towards his fellow Chapter members with a kind smile on his face.

It is really a blessing to be able to meet so many outstanding young people when I return to my hometown.

"The expression you have now is exactly the same as when Angers looked at you."

The vice principal complained.

"That's probably because heroes think alike."

Lu Mingfei took a rare moment to boast.

"I'm too lazy to chat with you old monsters. I'm going back to see the good things Fingel got me."

The vice-principal made an expression as if he wanted to vomit, turned around and left.

"I'll leave it to you to decipher the bronze tablet."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It depends on your mood."

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

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In the slums of Brooklyn, an Asian young man is walking with his head down.

The surrounding people are scattered in twos and threes throughout the streets, just like the wild monsters that spawn everywhere in an RPG online game.

Some of them were smoking cigarettes, and some were showing off their newly bought T-shirts. They followed the young people with malicious eyes and made provocative sounds from time to time.

The Asian young man was unmoved. He had lived in this neighborhood for a long time. The way to avoid trouble was not to understand them, and it was best not to even make eye contact.

Once they find an excuse to cause trouble, they will be beaten, or eaten peanuts.

But fortunately, maybe these people hate the smell of yellow skin, so they don't cause much trouble for him.

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

The young Asian man walked quickly back to his rented house.

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

Every time he goes out to buy something, it's like taking a risk. Alas, when will he save enough money to live in one of those high-end neighborhoods patrolled by strong white men everywhere?

The Asian young man unbuttoned his loose coat and spread out the various convenience foods and discounted drinks inside on the bed.

He tore open a bag of potato chips and poured it into his mouth, then opened a bottle of iced Coke and took a swig.

“So beautiful!”

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

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

"Let me see which of my defeated subordinates will come to me to renew the humiliation."

The Asian young man chuckled and clicked on the message.

"Old Tang, kill two games?"

Said the netizen whose avatar is a pot of lobster braised in oil.

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

Old Tang smiled confidently and was about to reply, but suddenly stopped.

He closed his eyes and took out his wallet, then opened a crack and took a look.

The miracle did not happen, Franklin did not appear in a superposition state.

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

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

"Wait for me for ten minutes, brother. I'll see if there are any live connections and I'll come over. I can't open the pot lately."

Ignoring the other person's sarcasm, "No, you're still living in such misery after arriving in the United States," he opened the hunter website.

Yes, this loser who just stays at home and plays games, and walks away with his head down when he sees the good people and gangsters, is a hunter, and he has been registered for a long time.

With Lao Tang's lazy and autistic character, it was impossible to work part-time. He could only go to the Hunter website to do small jobs, whether black or white, to earn a little money to support his life.

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

That day, Lao Tang went to Subway to buy a hamburger. As soon as he entered the door, he was bumped in the head by a rude guy.

When he got up and wanted to complain, the man had already walked away, but he had dropped his wallet.

Of course, Old Tang would not be a good citizen, so he picked up his wallet and left.

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

He logged into the website out of curiosity, then inexplicably registered a hunter account, and then started accepting jobs.
To be continued...