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

"He looks like a handsome young man, but he actually did such a wicked thing!"

The woman rolled her eyes at Wuxie and was pulled by the man on her sleeve.

"What! What I said is wrong! Why are you pulling me for this!"

Yin Qiaomu stepped forward and showed his cuteness, blinking his big eyes and saying, "Auntie, we are college students who are here to travel and climb mountains. We just came to ask for directions~"

"Why would you do such a wicked thing? What is it?"

The woman was stunned for a moment when she looked at the well-behaved Yin Qiumu, and her eyes suddenly became very kind.

The man was not surprised. "There is something in this mountain, which attracts many people to the grave. Your aunt can't stand seeing the holes in the mountain one after another. We mountain people love this mountain more than anyone else!"

The woman was very wary of Lao Yang and Hei Xia Zi, indifferent to Wu Xie, but very enthusiastic towards Yin Qiumu.

"Where are you going, kids?"

Yin Qiaomu smiled sweetly, "Aunt, we have to go through this mountain and go to the village. There are relatives we know there."

"We climbed the mountain all night and couldn't find the way. Fortunately, we met my aunt and uncle~"

The woman frowned and looked at the man next to her. The man was unmoved by Yin Qiumu's coquettishness and cuteness, and pulled the woman who was hesitant to speak.

Yin Qiaomu switched to another strategy. He pulled out a wallet from his jacket pocket, took out two hundred yuan in cash, thought about it, and added another two hundred.

He handed it to the man and said, "Uncle, I think we are destined to meet. This is for travel expenses. I am sorry to bother you for nothing."

Hei Xiazi's eyes were almost glued to the four hundred yuan, which was his hard-earned money! Maybe it was his rent!

The man's eyes lit up and he took it. "Well...then you two can come with us. We need to go back to the village."

Yin Qiumu nodded obediently. If Yin Nanfeng were here, his eyes would be as big as bells.

Hei Xia Zi was muttering on the side, "What's the connection? Four hundred yuan..."

Yin Qiumu was chatting with the woman and learned about it from her.

The woman's name is Guifen and the man's name is Dashan.

Many guides in their village had died because of tomb robbers. When talking about going down the pit, the woman became very emotional.

"Damn it! You have to covet our ancestors' treasures and bring disaster to the villagers!"

Yin Qiaomu looked at their older age and asked, "Where are your children? Are they working outside the village?"

The woman looked dazed, but the man was calm. "Yes, we have a boy in our family. He works as a laborer at the foot of the mountain. He can at least make a living by carrying heavy things."

Yin Qiumu didn't believe what Dashan said because Aunt Guifen looked strange.

"Oh~ Big brother should be older than me. I'm only in my early twenties."

The woman didn't seem so surprised when she mentioned the child. "Our child is the same age as you, twenty-two."

What women chatter about are all useless but very heartwarming family matters.

But the man's eyes looked at him from time to time and asked some strange questions.

Where are you from? What do your parents do? And so on. He also asked what the relationship was between Wuxie and Heixiazi Laoyang.

He especially looked down on Lao Yang and generally didn't talk to him.

When Yin Qiaomu said he was from Beijing, Dashan's eyes became even more eager.

He came from Beijing and was generous with his money. A hint of cruelty flashed in Dashan's eyes.

When they reached halfway up the mountain, Dashan said he had something to do and had to leave for a while. The woman obviously understood what her husband was thinking.

I secretly pulled him aside and said, "Just give him some money. That kid is very well behaved. Don't let his parents be like us..."

Dashan took the basket impatiently and said, "I know, this is all for the children!"

Yin Qiaomu did not miss their eye contact, but pretended nothing happened.

They waited and waited until it was dark, and Dashan finally came back, but this time he put the cloth covering the basket into the basket.

The basket was empty, even though it was full before.

"There is a dilapidated temple here. The villagers didn't have time to go back home, so they stayed in the dilapidated temple for one night."

Wuxie was still listening to Lao Yang reminiscing about the past, and the two of them were having a very happy chat.

The further he talked about the past, the more suspicious Yin Qiumu became.

I always felt that Lao Yang was feeling guilty and was afraid that they would suspect him, so he kept talking to Wuxie.

Yin Qiaomu moved closer to Heixiazi, and Heixiazi put his arm around his shoulders in a good mood.

"What's wrong, young master? What do you want to see Xia Xia for?"

Yin Qiaomu ignored him and asked, "Look at that old itchy guy, is there any sign of him wearing a human skin mask?"

Hei Xia Zi shook his head and said, "I know you suspect him, but he really isn't wearing a human skin mask. I've also observed that he's not a member of the Wang family."

"But I have a question in my mind, and I can only confirm it when I get down there."

Yin Qiaomu frowned. "What's the question?"

Hei Xia Zi narrowed his eyes, and the coldness could be felt even through his sunglasses.