Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

"I come!"

Fatty Wang stuffed the pistol back into his leg bag and stepped on it.

He had good balance. He came to the axe that was swinging back and forth and hypnotized himself.

"Just think of it as a man and a woman rushing forward! It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

He made up his mind and took two quick steps to avoid the axe, but the rope tied to the back of the backpack was cut.

The rope fell into the poisonous water and was corroded into a puddle.

Fatty Wang began to stagger and was about to fall.

Wuxie supported Fatty Wang from behind, and the two of them stood staggeringly between the sharp spikes.

"Be careful!"

It turned out that Wuxie had been following Fatty Wang since he started, in order to speed up.

The two of them were not standing on the same iron rope, so even though Fatty Wang was shaking, Wuxie was still stable.

After passing the iron chain is the place where the tung oil is about to drip. I stepped over it and it really triggered the gravity device.

Tick, tick.

Some of the tung oil fell on the iron chain, some fell into the poisonous water pool, and some fell on the two people.

"what!"

Wuxie began to slip and took an off-step.

At this moment, Yin Qiumu swung the whip and grabbed Wuxie's backpack.

Wuxie also tried his best to hold on to the iron chain and refused to let go.

After a little pulling and crawling, I finally got through.

The fat man was not so lucky. He had tung oil dropped into his eyes and kept his eyes closed.

Just as he fell, he also held onto the iron chain and moved forward.

The two with the worst skills have passed by, so it is naturally easy for Black Blind to deal with it.

Fatty Wang was pulled up by the young man and Yin Qiumu, and he kept covering his eyes.

Yin Qiumu covered the fat man's eyes with his handkerchief, saying it was clean. The fat man's hands were covered with tung oil, so he should stop rubbing his eyes.

"Don't rub your eyes. Let me wipe your hands for you! Wuxie, you wipe them too!"

Fatty Wang took a long time to relax, and when he felt the pain was gone, he opened his eyes.

Everyone was startled when he opened his eyes. Wuxie grabbed the fat man's arm and waved one hand in front of his eyes.

"Can you see clearly? What number is this?"

Fatty Wang looked at Wuxie's hands gesturing back and forth, and it was strange that he could see clearly.

"Go away, it's okay. This stuff is not as strong as pepper spray."

Everyone's eyes were really weird, Yin Qiaomu pulled Wuxie aside to stop him from making trouble: "Fatty, the whites of your eyes are all red now, even bloodshot eyes are not this scary!"

But there was really nothing wrong with the fat man.

"We have to get out quickly. We can't stay here for long."

I don't know what the poisonous water is, but it's bubbling with bubbles. Maybe there's poisonous gas in the air.

But there’s something wrong with this tung oil. It can’t have these consequences if it gets into your eyes. It must have been mixed with something else.

Just as they were looking around the sculpture for its mechanisms, Fatty Wang heard someone talking, as if it was the fox in front of him talking.

"Want to go out? Become my believer, give me your hand and make a wish... Wealth and honor, fairy concubines, all are yours..."

"Oh my god!" Fatty Wang grabbed Wuxie who was next to him and pointed at the fox, trembling.

"It it it...it spoke!"

Wuxie saw that the fat man’s eyes were frighteningly red and suspected that he was hallucinating.

The fat man repeated what the fox said and assured himself that he had heard it correctly.

"It's probably my eyes that have a problem, but I heard it with my ears, too!"

Yin Qiaomu, who was on the other side of Fatty Wang, heard the key point: "It asked you to give it your hand and make a wish?"

He stepped on the fox's hind legs, climbed up, and saw the claws.

There's nothing here, not even a bumpy spot.

"Hey? Fatty, come and see if you can see anything different."

Don’t mention it, Fatty Wang actually saw something different: “Is there a pattern on this fox’s paw?”

Wu Xie took out a pen and paper: "Draw it."

After the painting was completed, Wuxie couldn't figure out what it was for a long time. He passed it to Heixiazi next to him, and Heixiazi also shook his head.

I passed it to the young man again, but he couldn't see what it was.

When Yin Qiaomu got it, he actually recognized it: "This pattern is recorded in our Yin family's library."

Yin Qiumu saw it when he was very young.

The Yin family's library has all kinds of books, mostly about foxes, and books with legendary and mythological themes.

Some of them were collected from the folks, and some were passed down from ancient times.

Descriptions of the fox tribe are mixed, the only thing that is consistent is their appearance.

Yin Qiumu had seen this pattern before. It was a contract diagram.

There are many ways for the fox clan to practice cultivation, and taking yang to replenish yin is one of them. However, this behavior is only done by the fox clan's independent practitioners who have no family.

Others are either slow in practice or easily incur karma and become involved in cause and effect.