Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

Cheng Ji scratched his ears and grabbed the old man who was about to run away: "Don't run away in a hurry. Take a closer look at this ghost. Don't you recognize him? He told me that he recognized you."

Fortunately, the old man usually just had the courage to steal some military supplies from the cemetery to supplement his family income, and he never did anything bad that would harm the world.

Otherwise, anyone who has done anything wrong would close his eyes and faint after hearing these words.

The old man had a sad face, and he knelt down and kowtowed to Cheng Ji: "Sir, please forgive me. I have never hurt anyone. I just resell some things that the Japanese don't want to support my family!"

Seeing that the old man was really scared, Cheng Ji thought about it and waved his hand magnanimously.

But then he suddenly seemed to remember something and reminded her, "But I still suggest you follow us. There are people hiding outside—"

"But they are the kind who eat people without leaving any bones behind."

Originally, Cheng Ji had good intentions, but the old man in front of him was so frightened that he refused to move forward no matter what.

In desperation, Cheng Ji and his companions had to let him go.

Looking at the old man's crawling back, Cheng Ji shook his head with regret.

He really doesn't listen to advice.

However, those people outside might follow him when they see the old man go out. The most important thing right now is to find that place as soon as possible before they catch up.

Cheng Ji tilted his head and ordered the ghost: "Lead the way, we have to hurry."

The ghost nodded, walked silently to a stone wall at the corner, then turned his head and signaled Cheng Ji.

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you mean the secret passage is behind this wall?"

The ghost nodded stiffly.

"it is good."

Cheng Ji walked to the stone wall that the ghost mentioned, turned around and asked, "How do I open it?"

The ghost shook his head and said nothing.

The man and the ghost looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Er Yuehong also walked forward, put his hand on Cheng Ji's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Ji looked at the ghost in silence and replied, "He meant to smash it open."

Zhang Qishan also stepped forward upon hearing this: "We don't have any tools to break through the stone wall. Is there no other way?"

Cheng Ji shook his head: "This is the closest place to the entrance."

"Then tell me how to open it. There's no mechanism."

Cheng Ji waved his hand, signaling the two to step back.

Zhang Qishan looked puzzled, but experience told him to trust this young man.

It seems that everything unreasonable becomes reasonable to this young man.

Cheng Ji waited until everyone retreated to the safe area pointed out by Cheng Ji, then he straightened his expression.

Cheng Ji just stomped his feet lightly, and a strange situation suddenly appeared under his feet.

Qimen behind the wind!

"Gen" Cheng Ji murmured the two words softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone wall in front of him seemed to be melted by something, and a big hole appeared in an instant.

Qi Tiezui looked at this strange situation with his eyes wide open.

He didn’t know whether other people could understand it or not, but he understood it the moment he saw this strange situation.

He is a warlock.

But he is not the sorcerer in the ordinary people's understanding!

Including Qi Tiezui himself, all sorcerers understand one thing: to explore the directions and seek good and bad luck.

But the strange situation under Cheng Ji's feet is different from that of ordinary people.

He can move the chessboard at will without having to look specifically for auspicious or inauspicious positions.

I am the direction, I am good and bad luck!

Not restricted by any time or space.

His attainments in Qi Men Dun Jia and numerology are so terrifying that he doesn't seem like a child who has just grown up!

Cheng Ji turned around and looked at the few people who were already standing there in a daze, and smiled: "Let's go?"

As he said this, he followed the ghost and walked ahead.

Zhang Qishan lowered his eyes and followed, his lowered eyes full of solemnity.

This young man named Cheng Ji has abilities that are far beyond the reach of others, and he knows his thoughts very well.

If such a person helps Zhang Qiling, then his plan will most likely fail.

It's not that he has to be suspicious. The secret of the Zhang family's bloodline is not well known. Even the Wang family, who is determined to replace the Zhang family, only has a vague understanding of their family's bloodline.

Now a child who just turned eighteen told him that he had a way to purify his blood!

Reason told him that he couldn't be trusted, but based on the abilities he had shown, he had no choice but to agree to him that day.

But he was still unwilling to accept it. Why should he, Zhang Qiling, be born to be the clan leader, while he should be expelled from the Zhang family because of his impure bloodline!

Cheng Ji glanced at Zhang Qishan who was lost in his thoughts and curled his lips in amusement.

He knew that he couldn't convince this old fox with just a few words.

What a coincidence, he also didn't trust Zhang Qishan.

If Xiao Qi hadn't said that he must be saved, he wouldn't have done this.

He not only visited Zhang's house at night, but also led him into the mine to ask him to perform meritorious service. Instead of spending that time on this, he might as well pack up and go to the northeast to look for his god.

But then again, where should Zhang Qiling be at this time?

It seems that the original novel said that Zhang Qiling and Zhang Haike went to Shanghai together in the past two years.

It seems that after the mine incident is over, it is time to go to Shanghai.

Several people followed the ghost closely, no one made a sound, and suddenly a strange sound came from a distance.

The sound was intermittent, but vaguely it could be heard as the sound of a play.

"Left hand holding bow

Right arrow

Shoot into the air"

Hearing the sound, Er Yuehong looked up suddenly.

"This is my family's song. Even if he is not my ancestor, he must be closely related to my ancestors."

Seeing Er Yuehong had lost her original calmness and a look of disgrace on her face, Cheng Ji didn't keep it a secret any longer and quickly led everyone towards the drama room.

As expected of him, he did not hesitate to use the Fenghou Qimen to open a path. There were no traps along the way, just like a flat ground.

Not long after walking, they saw what appeared to be a staff dormitory.

A blind old man was sitting on the bed.

The old man had sparse long hair that had not been taken care of in decades. His clothes were tattered and his face was full of traces of time.

Several people stepped into the house hidden under the mine, where dozens of experimental drawings were scattered.

The old man seemed to be unable to see or hear the people coming in. He was still concentrating on singing the song. Even shouting in his ear was of no use.

When everyone was at a loss, Er Yuehong began to sing along softly:

Left-handed bow

Right arrow

Shoot into the air~

The old man responded miraculously when he heard the sound.

The old man gradually stopped and listened quietly to Er Yuehong finish singing this part. After a long time, the old man began to talk about the memories that had been sealed in his mind for decades.

Decades ago, when he was a teenager, he was a miner in this mine. Because he worked in a hurry, he was often beaten by the Japanese. Er Yuehong's ancestors also rescued him many times.

It was also at that time that they became good friends, and Er Yuehong's ancestors would teach him a few lines of opera from time to time.

But not long after, Er Yuehong's ancestors discovered the Japanese conspiracy. In order to ruin the Japanese plan and prevent the Japanese from obtaining the treasures underground, Er Yuehong's ancestors designed to blow up the mine. Basically, all the people in the mine were killed, and only he was left, who was blind and barely alive in the mine.

If he had not kept in mind the instructions of his ancestor Er Yuehong, he would have lost hope of living long ago.

At this point, the old man patted Er Yuehong's hand and said, "Your family once entrusted me with something. They told me that if I met the Hong family in the future, I should tell their family that he is no longer with us."

"Are you looking for the door under the ground? I know the way and I can take you there."

"Okay, thank you very much."

"No."

Two voices sounded at the same time. The former was naturally Zhang Qishan who was eager to know the secret underground, and the latter was Cheng Ji who seemed to care about nothing along the way.

Hearing Cheng Ji's refusal, even Er Yuehong looked over in surprise.

Cheng Ji ignored the gazes of the others and turned to ask the old man seriously: "You should know that the virus in your body just doesn't take effect here. As long as you go deeper, it will accelerate its growth."

"You are leading us with a mortal heart."

The old man couldn't see, so he turned to the direction of the person who just spoke and said, "At my age, there is no point in living like this. I might as well help Brother Hong one more time."

Cheng Ji frowned and said, "I have a way to cure the poison in your body."

The old man smiled, but still shook his head slowly.

As if he had made up his mind.

Cheng Ji let out a breath, closed his eyes and said no more.

The old man didn't hear Cheng Ji's reply for a long time, and he knew that this was to fulfill his wish.

He said no more, stood up and led everyone deeper into the tunnel.

Before long, they arrived at an intersection blocked by rubble.

The old man bent his knees, slowly sat down on the ground, and smiled with relief: "I can't accompany you on the road ahead. I only have one request, after I die, seal my seven orifices with mud, I don't want to become a man-eating monster like them."

After saying that, he leaned against the wall and died.

This was the first time that Cheng Ji faced death. Although he himself had died once, the fact that someone stopped breathing in front of him still had a great impact on him psychologically.

Even Xiao Qi, whose speech was reduced due to lack of system energy, was affected by his emotional fluctuations and hurried out to comfort his host.

Cheng Ji sat there alone for a long time, until Zhang Qishen and his men buried the old man and moved away the stones that were blocking the road, then he came to his senses.

Receiving slightly concerned looks from several people, Cheng Ji stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his clothes.

"Let's go. If we don't leave now, someone will catch up with us."