Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

Led by Uncle Agui, the three found Panma's father's home, but Panma's father was not there. He had gone up the mountain. Only his son was at home. Uncle Agui was enthusiastically introducing the meat that Panma had brought back from hunting, and the fat man swallowed his saliva again and again.

"Is Father Panma here?" A female voice interrupted everyone at the door.

"My father has gone up the mountain." Panma's son (passerby A) hurried over to greet him and took the woman to the house to sit down.

Wuxie looked at the person in front of him: "Fatty, don't you think this outfit looks familiar?"

The fat man chuckled and patted Wuxie on the shoulder: "You miss Ning, right?"

"I haven't had any contact with you since I left the Queen Mother of the West Palace. I don't know what's going on with you." Wu Xie sighed.

The fat man chuckled: "Oh, didn't she leave with Huaer Ye? If there is something, can Huaer Ye not tell you?"

Everyone listened to the conversation between the woman and Passerby A and found that Passerby A had already received the deposit and was about to ship the goods, but Panma Dad was not there, so the woman had to leave first.

After the woman left, the fat man got something out of Passerby A's mouth. It turned out that the item Passerby A wanted to sell was the same piece of iron he found at the young man's house. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Just from what the passerby said, it was the old man Panma who treasured this piece of iron very much. When he knew that he wanted to buy it, he hid it. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find it. Now his children are counting on this money for school.

The fat man went back and sawed the iron block with a saw blade, but the saw blade broke all over the ground.

Yuncai wiped the fat man's sweat off his face. The fat man felt his heart moving again: "Wipe it here again."

Yuncai wiped her wipe again with a good temper: "There's really nothing we can do now. All the saw blades in the village have been cut by you."

The fat man sighed and looked at the two of them: "How about this, I'll go to the county town and get some sulfuric acid. Sulfuric acid can melt iron."

Wu Xie nodded: "That's fine, there's no other way."

The fat man nodded and left.

Zhang Qiling returned to his room and drew the tattoo he saw today.

"Brother, do you still remember that tattoo?" Wu Xie was shocked, watching Zhang Qiling slowly drawing

It was already dark when Zhang Qiling finished painting. Wu Xie was a little curious: "Why hasn't Fatty come back yet? It's been too long."

Zhang Qiling glanced at the door: "I'm back"

"Fatty, how did you get into this state?" Wu Xie strode forward and supported the fat man covered in bandages.

The fat man waved his hand nonchalantly: "I wanted to get some honey for Sister Yuncai. Who knew the bees in this mountain are so poisonous?"

Wuxie pursed his lips speechlessly: "6"

"Tian Zhen, what are you holding?" The fat man took it and looked at it.

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qi Ling: "This is the tattoo of the drooping shoulder that the young man just drew, but what is this tattoo about?"

"Qiongqi" Zhang Qiling slowly spoke

The fat man felt something was wrong, so he asked Wu Xie to apply a hot towel to Zhang Qiling's left shoulder, and a Qilin tattoo gradually emerged. The fat man and Wu Xie surrounded Zhang Qiling and took some photos: "This really looks like it was done by the same person."

The fat man laughed and said, "Qiongqi, Qilin? This guy with hunched shoulders can't be your relative, right? Relying on tattoos to distinguish generations, one style for each generation? I just don't know who is the grandfather and who is the grandson between the young man and the guy with hunched shoulders."

Wu Xie's eyes widened and he pinched the fat man's belly: "You are the grandson!"

"I'm happy with this. You have great skills and precious blood, right, Grandpa?" The fat man bent down and looked at Zhang Qiling.