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

First, he was in an illusion.

Second, he was possessed by another spirit while having a nightmare.

Because according to Wuxie, there are still twenty minutes left before the departure in an hour, and before that, there is a high possibility that he will be possessed by another spirit.

The young man wanted to get closer, but was blocked by Yin Qiumu's dagger.

"Qilin."

The Qilin and the little fox have a connection with each other.

This was discovered by the young man when Yin Qiumu entered the bronze door for the first time.

If it is an illusion, will there still be a connection?

Sure enough, Yin Qiumu felt a tingling sensation on his tattoo.

Yin Qiaomu put down the dagger. He still didn't understand: "I really have no memory of this period of time. Did I get possessed by someone else?"

impossible?

He had two treasures on him, one was the fox necklace given by his brother, and the other was the Yin family's jade pendant.

Both of these are used to exorcise evil spirits, so there is no reason why they wouldn’t be effective?

Yin Qiumu looked around and saw that they had come to an open space covered with mounds of earth that looked like graves.

"this?"

Wu Xie looked at those things and said, "It doesn't matter. We just need to move forward. If we don't know the situation, we should try not to care about these things."

'There is no return!

Yin Qiumu followed the young man and shook his head vigorously to try to become clear-headed.

"Young Master!"

The black blind man behind him noticed something was wrong with Yin Qiumu and caught the fallen Yin Qiumu in time.

"What happened?!"

Wuxie was also panicking: "He seems to be entangled?"

The young man cut his finger and tapped Yin Qiumu's forehead.

Yin Qiumu didn't move, and just when the young man took his fingers away, the blood on Yin Qiumu's forehead turned black.

"This is bad! Even the dumb Qilin blood can't drive this thing away!"

Hei Xiazi carried Yin Qiaomu on his back and said, "We can't stay here. Those piles of dirt are probably graves. There's a lot of dirt!"

Just as they sped forward, Yin Qiumu fell into a nightmare.

There were more and more eyes, big and small, lingering in front of his eyes.

There are more and more foxes. They are all gray two-tailed foxes with two tails, but their eyes are green.

"There is no return! There is no return!"

Yin Qiaomu kicked away the foxes that pounced on him: "I won't be doomed! What's more, I am the master of hell, and it's you ghosts who will be doomed!"

The more he talked, the clearer his mind became, and the tingling sensation disappeared.

A golden light began to appear around him, burning those staring eyes and forcing back the foxes that kept rushing forward.

Yin Qiumu's pupils turned golden and stood upright.

"How dare you! You guys are a bunch of idiots who don't know the difference between right and wrong! Get out of here!"

Yin Qiumu's tail spread out, and the nine tails were shining with golden light. That was the power of merit and the power of the soul.

Those two-tailed foxes seemed to be afraid, but also coveted something, and rushed forward recklessly.

Some even swallowed those eyes and transformed into three tails, standing up.

Yin Qiumu swept his tail across and swung out a golden light with his hands like claws.

Things weren't going well for them outside either. Fox tails kept sticking out from the graves, trying to trip them up.

From time to time, a mouth would appear, trying to bite off their ankles.

"It seems that they want to hold us back and take the young master away!"

Hei Xiazi jumped flexibly, and Yin Qiumu was tied behind him with a rope, firmly fixed.

I finally ran to a gate. The palace was majestic and the gate was huge.

It seemed that the foxes were unable to leave the tomb mound, and the palace entrance was some distance away from the tomb mound, so it was considered safe.

There is a hole in the middle with a door handle in it.

Just as Fatty Wang was about to open the door, he was stopped by Wuxie.

Wu Xie walked to the nearest grave mound, and sure enough, a tail emerged and tried to pull him.

He grabbed it directly and chopped off one of its tails with a knife.

I went back and put the other one in, and sure enough, I heard a click.

The hole closed instantly, the tail broke off, and a piece of iron fell off from it.

Wu Xie and the others quickly retreated. Fatty Wang retracted his hand with lingering fear: "This is a severed hand and head!"

The guy stuck the black gold ancient sword in there, and no matter how hard he tried to close it, it wouldn't close. Even the blade of the black gold ancient sword was damaged.

The young man reached in and turned the mechanism. After the door opened, he held the knife with both hands and pulled it hard.

After the mechanism was closed, there was a gap in the middle. It turned out that it was cut by the black gold ancient knife.

The saying "cutting iron like mud" is not for nothing. To be able to make the black gold ancient sword bend, it must be something mysterious.

"Brother's precious sword is never old!"

Fatty Wang gave a thumbs up and went in with Wuxie.

The palace here is very large and also has a throne.