Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

"Tian Zhen, come out quickly, your uncle left a letter for you." The fat man opened the door curtain.

Wu Xie was applying mud to Pan Zi. Seeing Pan Zi trying to get up, he quickly supported him and said, "Don't move. I'll go take a look and come back to tell you."

Panzi nodded and lay back down.

When Wu Xie came out, he saw Fatty shining a flashlight. Wu Xie went over and saw Fatty's expression was a little serious: "Tian Zhen, take a look."

Wu Xie squatted down and looked at the words engraved on the stone: "We have found the ultimate entrance. Our wish has been fulfilled. You must leave quickly and never return..."

The fat man sighed and glanced at Zhang Qiling beside him: "Hey, it seems that the Third Master has no intention of coming back alive this time."

Zhang Qiling glanced at the fat man, who suddenly reacted and slapped Wu Xie on the back: "Oh, who is this Wu San Sheng? He is so confused, real and fake. Don't worry, we will chase him tomorrow."

Wu Xie stood up, his expression indifferent: "This old fox, in order to make me go back, he would do anything to get me to go back. I'm going to smear the mud..." Wu Xie picked up a waterproof cloth and left.

The fat man and Zhang Qiling looked at each other, just sighed and said nothing.

Wu Xie returned to Pan Zi and told him, sitting beside him with a tired look on his face: "Actually, I can understand my uncle. The secret he has been pursuing for his whole life is right in front of him. The road ahead is dangerous, and he doesn't want his nephew to follow him.

I can only say some vague words."

Panzi chuckled: "If it were in the past, the Third Master would have cried."

Wu Xie nodded and did not deny it. He had discovered some strange things while searching for Wu Sanxing over the years. “If I knew my uncle was going to die before, I would have cried and screamed. But now I realize that these mysteries are far beyond the control of my uncle.” Wu Xie shook his head and said with some bitterness in his eyes.

"You know, when you were a kid, the fortune teller under the bridge said that your hand lines were messy and your mind was in a mess. In the future, you would have countless things to worry about."

Wu Xie listened to Pan Zi's words and looked at his hands: "What happened next?"

"The Third Master was unhappy when he heard that. He said that your name and identity were all clean, and he insisted on taking you to the Qi man to have a good fortune-telling.

However, the Third Master did not go to the oracle later. He said that everyone has their own destiny, and you should take a good look at your own destiny."

Wu Xie smiled, and the atmosphere in the room was no longer solemn. Wu Xie nodded: "Indeed, it's okay, Pan Zi, you are still injured, go to bed early."

On the other side, Hei Xia Zi was sent away by the mop man to investigate the entrance. Xie Yuchen and Chi Gu sat next to Wu Sanxing and listened to Wu Sanxing talking about what Pan Zi had just said.

Xie Yuchen chuckled: "The fortune teller said this, Wuxie, and you didn't destroy his stall?"

Wu Sansheng smiled, picked up a stick and poked the fire: "Haha, he just told you and Wuxie a fortune, whether it's accurate or not, I can't ruin his business, I asked someone to send him some money later!"

"And then?" Chi Gu asked anxiously. This divination was somewhat similar to that of his grandfather.

Wu Sanxing smiled and looked at Chi Gu, pretending to be mysterious: "You know what, that person never showed up again." Then he looked at Xie Yuchen again: "Don't you want to know what he did for you?"

Wu Sanxing rubbed his hands: "He said, you are a noble man"

Xie Yuchen frowned: "Will I meet a noble person?"