Chapter 197 Miss Ying, you don't want to be unable to hold it in
Because of the rush, a considerable number of the photos taken by Finkel were blurry, but some of them contained some very crucial information.
But as one of the eyewitnesses, Finkel memorized most of the contents of the murals, and even though he did not speak the language, he understood the content based on the patterns alone and reported it to the academy.
So at this moment he raised his hand and wanted to speak, and after getting Teacher Lu's consent, he answered the question: "I know this, the catastrophe that caused the bloodline of the White King's descendants to degenerate was the White King's revival!"
"The White King has resurrected?" Caesar was shocked when he heard this. Apparently, even he had not expected that the great existence that only existed in ancient legends and was completely dead would quietly resurrect in the years that had not been recorded in history.
Chu Zihang's face showed no surprise, but his pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly linked the White King's revival to Izanagi, the ancestor of the Japanese hybrid race: "Did the White King do anything when he was trading with Izanagi?"
"Smart, you are worthy of being an excellent student in all subjects." Finkel gave a thumbs up, but glanced at the captain who was staring at him, coughed twice and selectively ignored the flattery: "Ahem, that's right, look here..."
As Lu Mingfei moved, the mural on the computer screen switched. Although it was still blurry, it was still clear that it was a figure with a golden outline holding a golden object.
"Izanagi made a deal with the White King. There is gain and loss. He gained the White King's bloodline and became the first emperor. The price he paid was to help the White King revive."
He pointed at the golden object held in the hands of the golden-outlined figure and said, "I believe you have guessed that this thing is the bones of the White King. It carries the genes needed for His resurrection. The annotations here call it the Holy Relics."
Lu Mingfei turned the pulley with his fingers, and the content of the mural changed from Izanagi throwing the skeleton of the White King into the dry well to seal it, to three smaller human figures with golden outlines guarding the well, to the strong and powerful First Emperor who grew old and opened the sealed dry well, and merged with the holy skeleton to become a deformed dragon.
"Izanagi is Japanese, a country and nation known for its shamelessness, so of course he did not keep his promise, and just like a prostitute who put on pants, he pulled out his penis and left, and even reported that someone was selling money here and sent the prostitute to jail.
But people always become nostalgic when they get old. Izanagi was so old that even the leather tube could only drip water. When he recalled the past, he remembered the feat of deceiving the White King and wondered whether he should have one more shot with the White King before he died.
And then nothing happened. After he dug out the holy remains, he was brutally beaten by the White King."
Old Tang, who was listening nearby, felt something was wrong. Why did he have two tire marks on his face?
Finkel also had a look of surprise on his face, and his eyes were filled with words like "Wow, junior brother, how do you know so much? Let's communicate more when we have time." If you say this, you will easily be labeled as a pervert.
Chu Zihang didn't know much about these things, and no one would drive in front of him normally, so he had no idea that something had just run over his face. He just expressed his opinion:
"The White King is the king who controls spiritual elements. If he can give Izanagi his blood and flesh, he should be able to plant the command in Izanagi's mind to do his utmost to revive him."
Out of rigor, he did not say control.
After all, the White King's revival requires a strong body, and the super hybrids with the White King's bloodline have mental resistance far beyond that of ordinary people, so it was not until Izanagi's old age command that it began to take effect.
Listening to his analysis, Caesar nodded slightly: "From the beginning, Izanagi was the resurrection tool prepared by the White King, and Izanagi had no intention of fulfilling his promise. Neither of these two people is trustworthy."
When he said this, his words were clearly targeted, and the target was undoubtedly the Eight Clans of Sheqi.
As expected of the descendants of scoundrels, all of them are shameless! "As long as the emperor and the holy bones are combined, the White King will be resurrected. In Japanese mythology, its name after resurrection is Yamata no Orochi." Lu Mingfei pointed at the monster covering the sky and the golden outlined human figure looming under it:
“When it was first resurrected, it was actually extremely weak. It was made up of a piece of holy bones and old flesh, and it couldn’t be called the White King at all.
Therefore, it needs to constantly devour the descendants of the White King who share the same bloodline as itself to complete itself, from a semi-finished product to a complete form."
Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other and could both feel the bloodiness and cruelty hidden behind this myth.
When Old Tang heard this, he wanted to show a solemn expression, but for some reason, these words suddenly appeared in his mind: "Brother, eat me."
Thinking of the conversation between Constantine and himself in the "nightmare", Old Tang suddenly felt a little depressed.
If Genjiro is really Genjiro's younger brother, and is a super hybrid who inherited the royal blood...
Then, what am I? He looked down at his hands. When Yuan Zhisheng came to grab Sakura, he obviously tried his best, but he was still easily stopped by him.
When Old Tang was about to fall into some kind of philosophical speculation, Lu Mingfei's voice sounded at the right time:
“Izanagi also considered the White King’s revival, so he arranged for his three best children to guard the seal, the well-known Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo.
So after Izanagi and the White King merged into the Yamata no Orochi, Susanoo drew out the sword that killed his father, Ame-no-Habe, and injected a large amount of mercury into the river where the Yamata no Orochi drank water, waiting for it to be poisoned and given a weakness buff before taking the opportunity to kill it.
Old Tang looked at Lu Mingfei, who was blending in the crowd as if nothing had happened, and suddenly all the worries in his heart were forgotten.
No matter how you look at it, Mingming's symptoms are more serious than his.
If he was a monster, it would be fine as long as Mingming was with him. At worst, he could find a place where no one knew him and hide there to play games for the rest of his life.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t connect to the internet. One Civilization 4 is enough to entertain you for a year or two, not to mention there are so many stand-alone games in the world.
Old Tang, whose mentality was suddenly calmed down, sat down next to Finkel, putting him in a dilemma of being surrounded by men, with men as the only way out, and a man on top of another man.
"Although the Yamata no Orochi was killed, but, please pay attention to this but."
Lu Mingfei was still continuing his teacher Lu’s small class: “A dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon, so after Susanoo killed the fusion of his biological father and the White King, he also died, and was taken advantage of by the Holy Corpse.
Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu, the two ancients, did not know the principle of destroying the corpse to prevent the resurrection of the dead, and thought that the holy corpse and the Yamata no Orochi had died together, so they buried Susanoo in Takamagahara. "
He pointed at the second generation Yamata no Orochi that had emerged from the ground on the screen and said solemnly:
"The Holy Corpse caught Susanoo's body and revived it again. This time, there was no mercury in his abdomen, and Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi could only suppress it with their own lives, and the entire Takamagahara ancient city slid into the sea.
This incident tells us a truth: not only should we not open champagne at halftime, we should not open it before the enemy is crushed to ashes.
The Black King knew that he could destroy the White King and then eat him up completely, but these White King's descendants were so careless. It can only be said that their deaths were not unjust. "
Caesar looked at the ancient city that sank into the sea along with the second generation Yamata no Orochi on the screen, frowned and said:
"So, the White King is not dead at all. He is just suppressed in the deep sea and may wake up at any time?"
"Yes, that thing is now like Schrödinger's cat. You don't know whether it is dead or alive before you dive deep into the seabed. But once a hybrid dives into the seabed, the probability of it reviving will greatly increase."
Lu Mingfei translated the annotation on the mural: "Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu used the ancient city of Takamagahara as the tomb of the White King to prevent the sacred remains from coming into contact with other hybrids, thus eliminating the possibility of it reviving again."
"Well, I have a question for you." Finkel raised his hand like a good student. "Look, Izanagi is so small, and the Holy Relics are just a piece of dry bones. How can the combination of the two of them become a monster as big as a mountain?"
Could it be that there were also trenbolone and steroids in ancient times? "Who should I ask if you ask me?" Lu Mingfei spread his hands and suddenly turned to look at the ponytailed girl lying on the only bed in the safe house.
Oh, there really is one here.
"Then, Miss Sakura, could you please help answer Finkel's question?"
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Sakura, whose hands were cuffed behind her back and covered with a thin blanket to hide her graceful curves.
At this moment, her eyes were closed, her messy hair covered her delicate face, and her breathing was slow and rhythmic. It was obvious that she was still in a coma.
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Finkel blinked twice and said bravely, "Junior brother, she hasn't woken up yet. Do you want me to help her throw cold water on her?"
"No, she's awake." Old Tang heard it just now. When Lu Mingfei asked the question, Yabuki Sakura's breathing and heartbeat obviously slowed down for a moment...
No, why can I still hear other people's faint heartbeats and breathing even when I am surrounded by a bunch of men at a distance of two or three meters? !
Old Tang once again fell into self-doubt, thinking to himself that he could not really be a Kryptonian, since that guy clearly knew something? On the other side, after Lu Mingfei asked again, Ying, who was lying on the bed, stopped pretending and slowly opened her eyes.
She tilted her head slightly, pressed her chin against the thin blanket, and then used her core strength to slowly sit up.
Yuan Zhisheng's personal bodyguard, special assistant and pretty girl stared at Lu Mingfei's sunny and handsome face with a cold look in her eyes: "Who are you?"
Just when the topic progressed to the point where the White King's Holy Remains entered Izanagi's body, she had already woken up.
At first, when she found herself handcuffed and lying on the bed, with several men across from her emitting a faint sewer odor, her mind almost exploded for a moment.
But soon, she felt herself and found that there was nothing wrong with her body. The armor she was wearing was not removed, and even the suit she was wearing on the outside was still in place.
I felt a little weak and listless, but that was probably the effect of the powerful anesthetic.
At that time, she was controlling the metal storm to intercept Lao Tang's bullets. The shrapnel blade that she usually used with ease was a little difficult to use. She lost control while flying and fell to the ground. If it weren't for her agility, she would have been covered in red spots.
He just managed to avoid the flying bullet, but suddenly a bullet came from behind and hit him in the lower back.
Although her special armor was extremely tough and could not be cut or scratched by ordinary swords, the anesthetic bullet hurt her unexpectedly and she fell down without even having time to say a word.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a place that was obviously devoid of life. The people from the headquarters and the people who had previously abducted the head of the Uesugi family were discussing the secret that had been passed down for thousands of years among the Eight Snake Families.
"I'm a painter, and I'm good at painting." Lu Mingfei nodded slightly and revealed his identity with a song.
He was not worried about his identity being exposed. After all, Ying had never seen what he looked like. Lao Tang also put on makeup and even covered his most conspicuous brows with a hat.
Ying frowned, knowing that she couldn't get any useful information from him, and turned to look at Caesar and Chu Zihang: "Three commissioners, have you reached a cooperation with the enemies of the Sheqi Eight Clan?"
"Enemy?" Upon hearing this, Caesar and Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei, who looked indifferent. Then Caesar, the leader of the execution team, answered: "When you imprisoned the action team, we were already enemies."
At present, the Japanese branch has not declared rebellion, but unilaterally does not want to expose the ancestral secrets, but Caesar will not care about these. The predecessor of the Gattuso family is the Italian Mafia. The young master of the family is under house arrest. Isn't this a signal of war? In other words, the time is short, and the old guys in the Gattuso family don't know, otherwise the family elders would have exploded long ago.
Although Caesar did not like this profit-seeking family, he still had to admit that they really valued him.
Finkel was also standing by and said, "That's right, Miss Yabuki Sakura, there is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'He who knows the current affairs is a hero.' You'd better cooperate with us, otherwise..."
As Old Tang and Lu Mingfei looked at him in astonishment, the German loser pointed at the unopened drinks on the table with a sinister smile: "I think these things can definitely pry open your mouth. You don't want to be unable to hold back..."
With a snap, Lu Mingfei strangled Fenger's neck, Caesar covered Fenger's mouth, and the three men worked together to complete the famous painting handed down from generation to generation - a strong man locking a man! "This Japanese netizen, please pay attention to your words!" Lu Mingfei lowered his voice and warned Fenger in his ear. He really couldn't hold it anymore.
What on earth did this guy go through to degenerate from a serious silver wolf to a smooth-talking husky? !
Caesar always maintained a gentlemanly elegance towards ladies. Even if the other party was an enemy, he would still maintain due respect after they lost the ability to resist.
So, he stopped Finkel's slightly vulgar remarks.
Chu Zihang looked at the three funny guys and felt that he had to do the negotiation himself, so he followed some interrogation techniques he learned in the executive department, and walked slowly towards Yabuki Sakura with the demon sword Murasame in his hand.
Before he could even open his mouth, he was grabbed by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Lu Mingfei and pulled back in an instant.
If you're not my friend, why would you pull out a knife just because you don't agree with me? What on earth did you experience at Kassel Academy?!
Lu Mingfei felt sweat on his forehead. He knew Chu Zihang was always a man with strong action, but he would not put violence first! In his previous life, when he and his girlfriend were studying in the United States and encountered Brother Ni blocking the way, they would politely ask if he had medical insurance before taking action!
"Stop, stop, stop, let me do it." Lu Mingfei didn't dare to see Caesar's methods again. He held the three top students of Kassel College in place, stood up and walked in front of Ying, and said in a tone as convincing as possible: "There is a traitor in the Snake Eight Families. It must be your patriarch."
(End of this chapter)