Gods Are Just Bigger Lizards

"The rain has arrived, the thunder is roaring, and the wind is howling—all of it prepared for a funeral, a meticulously designed arrangement by the master of the funeral."

"And right now, you are on the road leading to that funeral."

Lu Mingze's voice echoed incessantly.

At first, the Dragon-blooded Lu Mingfei thought it was some sort of supernatural event, until he saw a young boy sitting beside him.

Dressed in formal attire with a flower pinned to his collar, his hair groomed with meticulous precision, he looked just like a noble of high standing.

Lu Mingze continued, "Brother, no funeral welcomes uninvited guests."

The Dragon-blooded Lu Mingfei, seemingly unwilling to let Lu Mingze continue, coldly snapped, "Since I am the older brother, what place is there for you to speak?"

At these words, Lu Mingze actually revealed a strange, eerie smile.

"How interesting, Brother. You seem to have changed. The you from before was always so polite."

Lu Mingfei responded impatiently, "Polite? Sorry, that seems to be something only the weak require."

Following this, the Dragon-blooded Lu Mingfei waved his hand, and Lu Mingze's body truly began to blur like a phantom.

At this very moment, this brother of his, Lu Mingze, had become truly fascinating.

It was as if he had experienced things that he himself had never gone through.

Lu Mingze laughed again, teasingly remarking, "Brother, you have no idea how terrifying the master of this funeral truly is."

"Humans simply cannot imagine just how terrifying the power of a god is."

A sharp glint flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes as he spat at the phantom that was dissipating like smoke:

"A god? How laughable."

"It is nothing more than a slightly larger reptile..."

Lu Mingze continued with a playful tone, "Do you no longer need love, my brother?"

Lu Mingfei answered without a moment's hesitation:

"Love? I have long since passed that naive age. Mature people do not need to rely on emotions granted by the pity of others."

The next moment, as Lu Mingze's figure completely vanished, the gears of time seemed to restart.

Dense raindrops hammered against the glass one after another, Chu Tianjiao's incessant chatter continued, and Chu Zihang responded with impatient, sporadic replies.

However, Chu Zihang suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The windshield wipers swung frantically, yet they could not clear the torrential rain pouring onto the glass.

Due to the car's rapid movement, the world outside the window twisted into a flowing mass of dark colors, and the light from the streetlamps was stretched into dying golden threads.

The Maybach, like a silent black beast, continued to charge forward savagely at an astonishing speed under Chu Tianjiao's control.

But the navigation had long since failed, and the needles on the dashboard occasionally twitched erratically.

Chu Zihang sat silently in the passenger seat, seemingly hearing nothing but the low roar of the engine and the thundering of the rain whipping against the car body.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of panic; he hurriedly looked ahead, where the asphalt road reflected an eerie light under the headlights, so empty it made his skin crawl.

On this elevated road, there were no standard guardrails or streetlamps on either side, making it feel incredibly unusual.

Chu Tianjiao stepped on the gas, the speedometer needle steadily climbing to 120 kilometers per hour, yet the car remained as steady as if it were sailing on black ice.

"Sit tight."

Chu Tianjiao's voice came through, sounding unusually calm, even carrying a hint of indescribable focus.

Chu Zihang's gaze subconsciously drifted to the flowing darkness outside the window; at first, he thought it was just his imagination.

But soon, his pupils contracted sharply.

It was not his imagination.

In the darkness at the edge of the elevated road, just behind the Maybach where there should have been nothing, something was writhing.

They clung to the invisible boundary, appearing at first as hazy, swaying silhouettes, like black curtains torn by a gale.

But as the car's speed soared, those outlines rapidly coalesced.

They were shadows.

Human shadows.

But they lacked distinct facial features or clear limbs; they were merely thick, asphalt-like humanoid shadows, one after another, in groups, growing out of the endless rainy night behind them.

They were silent, yet fast as ghosts, chasing the speeding Maybach with a gliding motion that looked nothing like running.

They were getting closer.

Chu Zihang held his breath.

He saw the nearest shadow, almost parallel to the rear window.

It had no face, but Chu Zihang could feel that these shadows were filled with a bloodthirsty craving.

The edges of the shadow stretched continuously, as if trying to extend tentacle-like limbs to touch the smooth body of the car.

"Dad, I think we've run into something evil."

Chu Zihang's voice trembled, all resentment toward his father long since cast aside as an uncontrollable fear began to well up within him.

"Don't look outside." Chu Tianjiao's voice remained steady, though the veins on the back of his hands gripping the steering wheel were slightly bulging.

The speed of the car seemed to increase by a fraction.

"Thwack!"

A soft yet distinct thud came from the car door on Chu Zihang's side.

Chu Zihang whipped his head around, his neck stiff.

A flat, black face was pressed against the window glass, only centimeters away from his own.

It had no eyes, only two deeper indentations, yet it stared at him fixedly.

The black shadow's body was like a boneless mollusk; one part clung to the door while the rest remained connected to the massive swarm chasing them from behind, twisting eerily in the torrential rain and gale-force winds as it desperately tried to squeeze through the gaps in the window and door.

These black shadows even emitted low, guttural roars, appearing utterly terrifying and sinister.

From the left and right windows, and the roof, came the sound of that teeth-grinding slapping.

The black shadows gathered in greater numbers, clinging to the vehicle in a dense mass like a swarm of black leeches that had caught the scent of blood, attempting to "drain the life" out of this Maybach entirely.

Chu Zihang's face turned deathly pale.

A nightmare.

This was absolutely a scene that could only appear in a nightmare.

Seeing these monsters, Chu Zihang felt a chill shoot up his spine, feeling as if his entire worldview had completely collapsed.

He wanted to move, to do something, but found himself frozen in his seat, able only to watch helplessly as those inhuman black shadows twisted frantically outside the glass.

The Maybach continued to speed wildly, its engine roaring in an attempt to break free from these shadows.

And outside the car, there was only the torrential rain and an endless, swarming legion of black shadows.

Chu Zihang's fingertips dug into his palms, subconsciously wanting to check on the state of the other person.

Or rather, in his imagination, Lu Mingfei should have been scared out of his wits as well.

Then, he looked at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was indeed staring fixedly outside, but there was no trace of terror on his face.

The corners of his mouth merely curled upward.

At this moment, Chu Zihang was completely stunned; from that calm and indifferent expression, he could only interpret that the protagonist found this a bit boring, a bit impatient, and even a bit disdainful.

That's right, it was disdain.

It was the same kind of disdain a human might feel watching an ant attempt to move their foot.