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Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

Chapter 2 prologue: rain falls wild stream of darkness (2)

By Lisa J ThibodeauxPublished 3 years ago 5 min read
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
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The man was silent, Chu Zhang also did not speak, only listening to thousands of raindrops hitting heavily on the roof of the car. The air temperature in the car seems to have dropped a lot, even the air conditioning hot air can not blow.

  After a long time, the man slowly sighed in a clichéd tone, "so you are still young, you do not understand. When you have your children in the future you will understand, that giving birth to a child is like giving half of yourself to this child. You seem to be able to feel where he is, just like telepathy. You will certainly often care about him and think about him, as if it is natural, not at all why. Besides, people are going to die, I'm dead, everyone else has forgotten me, but there is still you in the world, half of you is me. It's like I left something in the world."

  "You will only give birth, not raise, others raise out, will become more and more unlike you!"

  "I ...... I also want to raise." The man said nervously.

  The sound of low laughter came from the stereo, Chu Zhang froze, and did not hear whether the current murmur or CD player was accidentally turned on. The laughter was low, but grand and solemn as if echoing in the ancient bell of bronze. He has been staring at the man's face from the rearview mirror, the man's face suddenly changed, green veins instantly jumped up from the corners of the eyes, as if restless fine snakes, the man's face is always loose, but at this time taut, as if red hot iron splashed with ice water quenching.

  Chu Zhang has never seen this kind of expression on a man's face, a completely different person, the sudden tightening of the pupils of a huge panic.

  The car door was gently knocked on.

  "It's raining so hard, who's out there?" Chu Zhang turned his head and saw a dark shadow cast on the car window. He thought it was hard not to be an elevated road closure and be checked by the traffic police? He reached out his hand and tried to lower the car window.

  "Sit back!" The man shuddered.

  The overwhelming fear suddenly surrounded Chu Zhang. He swept the speedometer with a glance, 120 kilometers per hour. Who could chase this Maybach wildly on the elevated road, and at the same time reach out and knock on the door?

  The knocking sound rose sharply, and not one person, but three, five, and more and more figures gathered outside the car. They gazed at the Chu through the rain-soaked windows, towering over him. There was a blinding mercury-colored light shining through the window, shining Chu Zhang's and the man's faces white. The man turned his head to look at Chu Zhang, trying his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and said, "Don't be afraid ...... son!"

  The knock on the door turned into the piercing sound of something sharp scraping across steel and glass, and Chu Zhang thought it was the nails of the shadows.

  "Where is this?" Chu Zhang couldn't help but scream.

  The man grabbed Chu Zhang's wrist with his backhand, pulled him raw from the back seat to the front seat, and threw him in the passenger seat.

  "Put on your seat belt!" The man whispered. At this moment he had no fear at all, his face was hard as raw iron.

  The throttle went to the floor, and the body of the Maybach vibrated and accelerated with a bang. Within seconds it reached 180 kilometers per hour, and it continued, as they failed to shake off the shadows. Mercury light came in from all sides, and in the light, an unknown number of dark shadows stood around the Maybach ...... in silence ...... like a group of death gods around the bedside of the dying. They opened their eyes together, and their golden pupils were bright like torches. Chu Zhang clutched his head in pain and curled up.

  Deep in his brain, a sharp pain, messy blue and purple lines like countless snakes twisting, as if the hieroglyphs on the ancient stone tablets, came to life, dancing like elves. All kinds of images he dared not imagine in his deepest nightmares flashed out before his eyes, the young man with golden pupils splitting between his forehead lying on a throne of black stone with a long sword of white bone in his chest; the maidens tumbling on the stone altar, screaming in pain as if they were the precursors of childbirth; the black wings rising in the setting sun to cover half the sky; the bound woman on the bronze pillar slowly opening her eyes, her white hair flying, two lines of thick fishy blood flowing from her eyes of blood ......

  It was like watching snakes dance in the darkness of the ancient world, and those snakes told him about lost history in strange languages.

  "It's 'spiritual vision', your bloodline is being opened, such a strong reaction, I don't know if it's your luck ...... or misfortune." The man held Chu Zhang's hand, "I always hope that this day ...... comes a little later."

  I do not know how long it took, Chu Zhang slowly raised his head, like waking up from a nightmare so long in a lifetime. I can't say what that feeling is, like a person who has been nearsighted for many years putting on glasses, the world suddenly became unusually clear, vision, hearing, and even the sense of smell awakened. He looked blankly at the man, who reached out and gently stroked the top of his head, unable to say whether it was caring or sad.

  "What's going on here? Are we going to die?" Chu Zhang asked.

  "Son, welcome to," the man took a deep breath, "the real world."

  "The real ...... world?"

  "Just now, and later, no matter what you see, don't tell anyone, because no one will believe it, they will think you are crazy." The man said, "In fact, I feel a little happier living in a world that is not real, so I always think you better understand it all later. I always want to stay away from you so I don't get you involved, but today I got your text message ...... I still couldn't resist picking you up ...... Well, that's no big deal, an old dad has to man up a bit to establish a personal image in his son's heart before There has been no opportunity." The man licked his lips, "These guys want to give me a stage bully a? It's not bad!"

Fantasy

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Lisa J Thibodeaux

l love writing.

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