Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

Zhang Risan was not as absolutely loyal to Chi Gu as Zhang Qiling: "Back then, Zhang Qishan, the father of Zhang Dafoye, married a foreigner and gave birth to me. He was driven out of the Zhang family, and I left with Foye. When Foye met the hostess of the Crescent Hotel, he also fell in love with her, gave up eternal life, and died of old age. In the end, I was the only one left. When I saw you, I remembered the tattoo. When a member of the Zhang family came, he brought the totem portrait on your hand."

Chi Gu smiled, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. The two Zhang family members frowned at him, and finally it was Zhang Qiling who spoke.

"Xiaobao, don't laugh like that"

Chi Gu was stunned: "Why, the villains on TV are all like this!"

Zhang Qiling held his forehead with his hand. It wasn’t that he looked ugly, but it just felt a little bit awkward.

Chi Gu looked at Zhang Risan and said calmly: "You are an inner clan member. You left the Zhang family on your own. You have nothing to do with the Zhang family or Wanjiang. Why are you looking for me?"

The auction started.

Zhang Risan handed over the auction paper and said, "Let's auction it first. We are family. If you want, just bid."

Zhang Qiling frowned when he heard the word "family", and then followed Chi Gu to the stands. Chi Gu sat on the bench, and the two stood behind him.

Chi Gu was not interested at all. The things he had seen since childhood were better than these.

Zhang Risan saw Chi Gu's boredom and said, "The previous ones are just some simple warm-up tricks."

Indeed, there was something that aroused Chi Gu's interest. It was a Tang sword that was no worse than the black gold ancient sword. One was completely black, and the other was pure white. According to the auctioneer, the black one was meteorite iron, and the white one was a little worse, it was ceramic. But this ceramic must have been mixed with something during the firing process, and with the subsequent polishing process, it could actually cut iron like mud.

"Starting price 2000 million, ring, 100 million"

"2100"

"2400"

"3000"

The auction was in full swing and soon the price had reached 7000 million.

"One hundred million"

The whole audience was silent, and everyone looked over.

In everyone's eyes, 8000 yuan for this knife was already out of the ordinary, but I didn't expect this little girl to directly ask for million yuan.

Zhang Risan glanced at Zhang Qiling and asked Chi Gu: "Are you taking this for the clan leader?"

When Zhang Qiling heard the clan leader, he looked at him, feeling a little strange because he couldn't remember many things.

Chi Gu smiled. The two knives were very good-looking. "They would look good at home."

Then it was the finale. Chi Gu sat up and looked at the notebook in front of her. It was a notebook made of silver. There was a triangle at each end and the lower part of the rectangle. The width was only as wide as a palm. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to her.

The auctioneer explained: "This is an ancient artifact from thousands of years ago. As for which dynasty it is from, we cannot make any inference. It has a nice name called the Book of Hell. Anyone whose name is written on it will die. It is extremely strange. There are also some people with great reputations in ancient times listed on it, but they are from different dynasties, so it is difficult to infer."

The auctioneer sighed. There was supposed to be a finale, but there was a problem with that item, so he had to use this one to fill it out. It was produced by the Crescent Hotel, so it must be a top-quality item, but this thing was too weird and he had never really tried it.

Chi Gu smiled. Isn't this her own notebook? Because her puppetry skills were so poor, every person who was made into a puppet and trained to poison people would be recorded in it. She would remember the time. If something was written down, it would die. If it was written down, it would be almost like a living dead.

Chi Gu glanced at Zhang Risan and asked, "Have you tried it?"

Zhang Risan shook his head and Chi Gu smiled. This was made of silver, so it was naturally not something that could be written on with a pen.