Chapter 413: Nibelungen Sweet Duo
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden hue over the capital. Xia Mi fiddled with the camera she borrowed from Finkel, and the lens followed Chu Zihang who was walking in front of her.
He was still wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, with an upright figure and steady steps. He was carrying a guitar case containing the divine sword Murasame, and he was out of tune with the leisurely tourists around him.
"Student Chu, look here!" Xia Mi suddenly called him.
Chu Zihang stopped when he heard the voice and turned his head.
At that moment, the shutter sounded crisply.
In the camera, he was standing in the center of the square, with the towering city walls and the sunset glowing behind him. His handsome face was still expressionless, but his ink-black pupils seemed to be glowing in the sunset, making him less cold than usual.
"Perfect!" Xia Mi looked at the photo on the screen and puffed out her chest with satisfaction:
"This photo of me could definitely be used as the cover of the Kassel enrollment brochure!"
Chu Zihang came over and glanced at the photo, said nothing, and just continued walking forward.
In the afternoon, they returned to the old community where Xia Mi lived. Under the complicated gaze of the old lady next door, the two simply packed their luggage and sealed up everything else, not knowing when they would return in the future.
Afterwards, Xia Mi dragged him to this most famous square, wandering around here and there, just like a young couple strolling on the street, simply out for a stroll because they were in a good mood.
But Chu Zihang knew that Xia Mi must have her own plans.
He heard the loud plotting between Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi in the morning, but the proud Miss Xia Mi obviously did not intend to follow Lu Mingfei's method. She had her own script.
Although he didn't know whether she would choose to end this little game of you hiding it from me and me guessing it, Chu Zihang knew that he just needed to cooperate, just as he had always done in his memory.
Xia Mi was like a tireless bird, pulling him through the bustling crowd, stopping at every interesting place, asking him to pose for her as a model, or asking him to take pictures of her with a camera.
Some female college students passing by looked at them twice, and she forced them to join her, stuffing the camera into their hands. Then she jumped to Chu Zihang, made a scissors hand gesture, and showed her love without paying any attention to others.
Time passed quietly amid her laughter and the sound of shutter clicks. When the two came out of the last scenic spot, night had already fallen and the city lights were on.
But it wasn't too late after all, so Xia Mi dragged him to Nanluoguxiang to eat and drink, and stayed there until very late.
After eating and drinking her fill and feeling satisfied, Xia Mi touched her stomach, which seemed to have no nutritional supply to the place she wanted to go most, and took out her cell phone to take a look.
"Oops! I seem to have missed the last subway!"
Xia Mi looked at the time on her phone and exclaimed, her expression exaggerated and artificial, but because she was good-looking, Chu Zihang chose to pretend not to notice that she was pretending.
Xia Mi tugged at Chu Zihang's sleeve, her tone carrying just the right amount of annoyance and a hint of curiosity: "Student Chu, I remember that urban legend that Finger told me during the day, the one about the empty subway train sending the dead?
Why don't we go to the nearby subway station and check it out? Maybe it's real."
Chu Zihang: (._.)
Xia Mi: ≥≤
You've clearly seen empty subways several times before, and you even turned it into a special train for memories. Is it really necessary to talk about this now?
but……
Looking at Xia Mi, who was acting coquettishly and cutely, with one hand grabbing his sleeve and the other hand clenched into a fist and hidden behind her back, Chu Zihang felt that if he dared to shake his head, the girl would give him a liver-breaking punch in the next second.
So, he nodded silently.
The nearest subway station was only a few minutes away and we arrived quickly. The subway had stopped running, the lights were dim, and a wind carrying disinfectant was blowing in the downward passage.
The Word Spirit, Dark Illumination, completely concealed the figures of the two. In the empty subway station, only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty passage.
In other words, the cleaner is a little hard of hearing, otherwise he would have been scared to death tonight.
The platform is on the second underground floor. The lighting here is even dimmer, the air is cold, and there is no one around. Only a few abandoned advertising papers rustle in the occasional draft.
Xia Mi is an excellent actor, but it depends on the occasion. In front of people, she sticks to her character. In front of Chu Zihang, as long as she doesn't turn into a dragon directly, she can do whatever she wants. Chu Zihang will pretend to know nothing anyway.
So, she could continue her photography work with peace of mind, letting Chu Zihang hold Murasame and stand against the wall, and taking pictures of him waiting with an expressionless face.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, half of Chu Zihang's body was hidden in the shadow of the corner. The not-so-bright light fell from above, shining on his face that was so handsome that it made Mi drool. It really gave people a sense of appetite.
Unable to contain herself, she placed the camera on top of a nearby trash can, set the timer, and then quickly ran back to Chu Zihang, stood close to him, held his arm with one hand, and made another victory gesture to the camera.
The softness he felt when his arm touched him was not very obvious, but it still made Chu Zihang's heart flutter. The frosty look on his face faded a lot, and there was a bit more anxiety in his eyes.
Xia Mi also noticed that the person next to her suddenly tensed up, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Sure enough, the previous seduction failed because I was not fully grown up, so I was ignored by this unromantic guy.
Now it has reached a certain scale, and he can be completely charmed by just a little trick.
Just as he was feeling proud, the props set that had been arranged in advance began to work.
The moment the camera finished taking continuous shots, without any warning, blue-gray fog spread silently from the depths of the tunnel and quickly engulfed both ends of the platform.
The light was distorted and visibility dropped sharply.
The blue-gray smoke was like a cold current in Siberia. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the air became sticky and humid, with a faint smell like metal rust mixed with decay.
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh——A monster spawned?!"
Xia Mi showed her surprise at the right time. She let go of Chu Zihang's arm, trotted over, picked up the camera, and aimed it at the tunnel where fog was pouring out.
From deep within the tunnel came a series of tiny, teeth-grinding scraping sounds, as if something were scratching the rails with its fingernails.
Xia Mi skillfully switched the mode to video, and like the host of an adventure show, she lowered her voice and introduced herself to the camera:
"Dear audience, this is Xia Mi, a special correspondent from the Kassel Academy Preparatory Class. We are currently at the Nanluoguxiang subway station in Beijing, investigating the connection between the strange story of the last subway train and the dragon Fenrir. Suddenly, an unexplained fog and unusual noises have appeared here, and we suspect..."
As she spoke, she quickly moved to Chu Zihang's side and hid her body behind him, looking like a rookie who was very timid but had little ability but was very good at sucking up to others.
After mumbling a lot, Xia Mi suddenly stopped and looked up at Chu Zihang: "Brother, for safety's sake, should we... call Brother Lu Mingfei?"
When working, it is called job title.
As she spoke, she actually took out her phone and fiddled with it seriously, exposing the navigation bar at the top of the phone just enough to be visible in the camera. Then, a perfectly matched look of panic appeared on her face.
"It's over, brother! There's no signal! Not even a single bar!"
Chu Zihang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar entrance to Nibelung in front of him, and then looked at Xia Mi who was trying hard to act like a newbie, and his guess was completely confirmed.
Compared to the Wangfujing subway station that was no different from the real one when Xia Mi invited him last time, the platform in front of him, which was shrouded in strange fog and filled with an ominous atmosphere, was obviously more in line with the title of "Land of the Dead" of Nibelungen, and was completely the standard configuration of a horror movie.
He knew that this was Xia Mi's work, to make the next script... the dragon-slaying journey appear more real and credible.
He followed Xia Mi's performance and explained in a calm tone, "Nibelungen, a fragment of space independent of the real world, usually does not have any real-world signals."
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and looking forward, I couldn't see the end of the tunnel.
Looking back, the entrance they had come from was also lost in the gray-green. They seemed to be imprisoned in a corner of death, isolated from the world.
There was a rumbling sound in the tunnel as a subway train slowly approached the platform like a ghost. It was exactly the kind described in ghost stories, with an old-fashioned red and white engine. The carriage was completely dark, with no passengers in sight, not even a driver.
It stopped quietly, and the car door made a soft "pop" sound and slowly opened, revealing the bottomless darkness inside, like a huge mouth waiting to devour its prey.
"The strange story is true. Senior Brother Finger didn't lie to us!" Xia Mi exclaimed, her camera fixed on the empty train. Her voice was filled with a hint of uncontrollable excitement and the fearless desire of a newborn calf.
"Brother, are we going up?"
Chu Zihang's mouth twitched slightly, but he still shook his head. He scanned the darkness inside the carriage with sharp eyes, consolidating his image: "Wait."
About ten minutes later, in the suffocating silence, the train doors closed again and the body of the train shook slightly, as if preparing to start.
"You stay here." Chu Zihang said to Xia Mi, holding Murasame tightly in his hand.
"No!" Xia Mi immediately grabbed his arm and shook her head like a rattle, her acting extremely natural:
"In horror movies, those who act separately die the fastest! I want to go with you!"
Her reasons were impeccable.
Chu Zihang glanced at her and said no more.
The moment the train began to accelerate into the sea of blue-gray fog, he stretched out his arms, hugged Xia Mi's waist tightly, pressed her soft body against his chest, and at the same time exerted force with his feet, like a pouncing cheetah, and jumped onto the last carriage as fast as an afterimage.
Xia Mi buried her head in Chu Zihang's shoulder, feeling the youthful aura, and her face inexplicably turned red.
Damn it, alcohol and sex have ruined my teeth.
She suppressed the ripples in her heart and took out her camera to record it all.
The train quickly accelerated and entered the dark tunnel, and Chu Zihang also fell into the carriage.
The interior of the carriage was even more dilapidated than it looked from the outside. The seats were covered in thick dust, the handrails hung quietly, and the air was filled with a stronger smell of rust and corruption.
I don’t know where Xia Mi got this junk from.
"Senior brother, we..." Xia Mi did not forget her rookie image and spoke in a low voice, revealing the whereabouts of the two.
Chu Zihang raised his hand to stop her from saying anything else, and gently pushed the hilt of the sword with his left thumb, and the divine sword Murasame flashed with a cold light.
“Ka-ka—”
A creepy sound came from the darkness. Xia Mi raised the camera and manually added a shaking effect.
As if disturbed by her voice, or as if catching the breath of a stranger, distorted figures began to emerge one after another in the shadow of the carriage.
They were draped in black robes and had humanoid outlines, their limbs were so slender that they were a little disproportionate, their skin was a deathly gray, and their bronze scales almost completely blended into the darkness.
In the darkness, pairs of red-gold eyes lit up, staring intently at the living who had entered the realm of the dead.
There was no rationality in those golden pupils, only pure hunger and desire to kill.
Deadpool!
“Ho ho—roar!!!”
They discovered the intruder and pounced on him silently and swiftly like sharks smelling blood!
Chu Zihang pushed Xia Mi to the empty space behind him, and Murasame instantly unsheathed! The cold blade drew a deadly arc in the darkness!
He did not use Junyan. In such a confined space, the shock wave and high temperature of the explosion would first hurt Xia Mi behind him.
He relied purely on his astonishing speed, strength and unparalleled swordsmanship to create a bloody storm in the narrow carriage aisle.
The blade cut through Deadpool's body with a dull sound that made one's teeth ache, and dark red blood splattered on the car windows and walls.
Chu Zihang's movements were concise, efficient, and cold. Every step he took and every swing of his sword accurately took away the "life" of one or more Deadpools.
He sensed something was wrong. The Deadpools he had hit in the vitals felt the same as those in Odinnibelung who had dissipated like ink after being killed. However, these Deadpools would not turn into ink when they fell to the ground, but would cover the ground like fragments of sculptures and dust.
And those Deadpools with physical bodies seemed to be participating in the siege, but in fact they all remained calm during the fight and protected their lifeless companions in front of them, playing the role of a strong spectator.
But only he, who experienced it firsthand, and the person who started it later, knew all this.
In Xia Mi's lens, Chu Zihang was like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky, fighting his way through the swarm of monsters!
Xia Mi was firmly protected behind him, and the camera shook violently, sometimes focusing on Chu Zihang's fierce back, sometimes sweeping across the hideous Deadpool who rushed forward but was chopped away by a cold knife, and sometimes facing the roof of the car or the ground. The picture was spinning around, perfectly simulating a rookie who tried to remain calm in the face of danger but the environment did not allow it.
Just when she felt that the groundwork was almost complete and the endless stream of Deadpools from the back were about to overwhelm this carriage, and she had to help Chu Zihang share the pressure, lest others really regard her as a burden, she suddenly turned her head and looked.
The two men faced Deadpool at the first subway station they passed after setting off, and now they were passing through the exit they had entered and exited most frequently, which was Wangfujing Station.
She clearly sensed that someone had opened the gate of Nibelungen and broken into the set of the young hero slaying the dragon that she had carefully arranged.
Moreover, the intruder was not Lu Mingfei.
Is that the Blood Seal, Solomon's Key?
(End of this chapter)
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