Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

Uncle Agui put down the wine in his hand and began to talk: "The strange thing is that, back then, I was still very young and was asked by the neighbors to help cut grass. I thought it would be okay to go early, but I saw the archaeological team from a distance. I have seen this archaeological team before, and it was my father who received them. It is impossible to make a mistake.

But I saw that they were all killed. There were a bunch of people with guns. I stayed far away and hid in the bushes, so I escaped.

But the strange thing is, the next day, these people came back fine."

Uncle Gui's words made Wu Xie frown. Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling. The two of them didn't say anything and finally listened to Uncle Gui continue to speak.

Uncle Gui took the wine handed over by the fat man, took a sip and slowed down: "However, my father was also a village official because of his good reception. When the archaeological team left, they took away more than a dozen large boxes of things, but in the end we didn't see any reports about us."

The fat man was a little confused: "Then what we dug out is not suitable for people to see?"

Uncle Gui nodded and said, "That's what the people in the village said, so fewer and fewer people went to the lake, for fear of encountering something."

Everyone was talking about this. When Wuxie and Fatty went out to relieve themselves, Fatty vaguely saw the photo that the spy showed them when they asked about the young man's hometown. It showed a man with hunched shoulders. He had been to the Golmud Sanatorium earlier than the one in the video.

But when the fat man asked Wu Xie to look back, he could not see anyone. Wu Xie insisted that the fat man was drunk.

The fat man was not mistaken. He was running fast in the forest with his hunched shoulders until he saw two figures in front of the lake. His pace became faster.

When he was not far from the two, he slowed down his pace and adjusted his breathing: "Saint!" Then he knelt behind the two with his hands on his knees.

Chi Gu looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

He slumped his shoulders and frowned: "Zhang... Zhang Qiling came to the village"

Chi Gu was stunned and looked at Chi Jue: "How...why did he come here? Was all this arranged by grandpa, or by the Wang family?"

Chi Jue shook his head: "I don't know either. If this is really Grandpa's arrangement, then you just need to do what you want."

Chi Gu scratched his hair in annoyance: "No, it's not Grandpa, they have promised me that they will no longer be involved with Zhang Qiling"

Chi Gu looked at the man who lowered his head and said nothing and sighed: "You can actually be free too."

He knelt on one knee with his shoulders drooped, without looking up. The moonlight was dim, but one could still see his trembling just now: "I was born for the Saint, and I will die for the Saint. If you want me to die, you can." For him, freedom is nothing more than death. The person in front of him is the one he has been pursuing for so many years.

Chi Jue chuckled and squatted in front of him: "You are better than Zhang Qiling, humph, keep it."

Chi Gu nodded: "Get up"

Chi Gu looked back at the lake: "A few days ago, a message came from grandpa, asking us to pick up grandma, you should know about it, right?" Chi Gu looked at the hunched shoulders.

The man with the tattered shoulders nodded and said, "The Zhang family's ancient building is under the water. When Wanjiang calculated the disaster, the Zhang family moved here. Only Zhang Qiling stayed in Wanjiang." The man with the tattered shoulders tried hard to control his tone, not wanting Chi Gu to hear the hatred in his words.

Chi Gu looked back at the slumped shoulders and said, "You... were also arranged by Grandpa and the others, right? Do you really not want freedom?"