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

Yin Qiaomu looked at Bai Xiaosheng formally and said, "You two are probably members of the Wang family?"

"How come the Wang family can also live forever?"

Bai Xiaosheng was horrified when he saw the garden in ruins.

"How did you tell?"

"I read the letter your master wrote to you. There is no secret code. Let me hear what you have discovered."

Yin Qiaomu walked to the side and picked up the hairpin in the box to play with it.

"For the sake of this hairpin, I will reluctantly explain it to you."

"First of all, it was wrong to establish your authority over me from the moment I entered the sect. As a disciple of a beloved disciple, you should love him dearly, so how could you possibly test him?"

"Secondly, Master explained in the letter that he had saved many people. The people from the Wang family, the Zhang family, and the Nine Gates all owed him favors."

"If it weren't for Mr. Zhang, I really wouldn't be able to confirm that you are from the Wang family."

Zhang Hengmao had never laughed so happily in his entire life.

Bai Xiaosheng was thinking about his flaws. "Why do you say that?"

Yin Qiaomu stood next to Zhang Hengmao, showing a protective attitude.

"Because every move you two make in your chess game is to kill the other party, and the ones who are fighting to the death with the Zhang family are the Wang family, aren't they?"

The silent Qingzhu suddenly spoke up, "Then do you know why the Zhang family members look old, while the two of us still look the same? You know, we are more than 300 years old in total."

Yin Qiaomu glanced at his watch and said, "Tsk! I won't waste my time with you! I've taken the things away. As for the two of you, you must feel guilty forever for what you have done to my master! Don't expect to be comforted!"

Bai Xiaosheng sat down exhausted and smiled bitterly.

"Yes, I owe Hong Guaner my whole life..."

"Child, you are very smart. Perhaps you can really help your master secure the position of the Second Master of the Nine Gates."

Yin Qiaomu turned and left, and Zhang Hengmao followed him.

"How do you know they betrayed your master?"

Yin Qiaomu said respectfully, "My master always taught us to respect our teachers, but he never mentioned it when he was alive."

"If my guess is correct, Chenpi is colluding with them, which makes Master feel disappointed!"

Walking out of the gate, Luoque and Qingniao were standing on both sides.

"How did you solve the chess game? This is an endgame handed down from ancient times."

Yin Qiaomu smiled confidently, "I can't help it, I just have a good brain!"

He had seen on the Internet before that netizens in the 21st century knew everything from astronomy and geography to yin and yang and gossip.

Zhang Hengmao never took his eyes away from Yin Qiaomu, as if he saw him.

"Is your father all right?"

Yin Qiaomu was no longer perfunctory and impatient at this moment, and nodded, "Fortunately, Uncle Wu Er is also very good."

Zhang Hengmao smiled and said, "It seems you have guessed a lot."

"Couldn't it be Uncle Wu Er who told me?"

"No, they never mention the stories about us brothers."

"Your uncle Wu Er and I were both defeated by your father!"

"Child, rather than saying you are like your grandfather, you are more like your father. Don't underestimate him because he looks weak and unremarkable. He also fought his way up from the crowd to reach his status."

"I left my child, waiting for so many years, just for this side today. Maybe it's not the side I expected, but it's also what I expected."

Zhang Hengmao carefully took out a thick envelope from his arms.

"Your father doesn't want to contact me, so I can only ask you to take this letter to him. If he doesn't read it, just tell him that I've let it go."

Yin Qiaomu nodded and said, "Okay, I'll definitely bring it there!"

Looking at Zhang Hengmao's satisfied smile and his back as he turned and left, Yin Qiaomu suddenly felt a little sad.

Meticulously groomed hair, an old suit without a single wrinkle, leather shoes that were popular decades ago, and an outdated watch on the wrist.

And those scarred hands...

"I'm quite curious about the story of my father's generation. How could Uncle Wu Er, who is so stubborn and refuses to admit defeat, admit that he lost to my father before?"

Yin Qiaomu got in the car and left.

The dust is flying everywhere, and the exquisite mansion is now just a ruin.

Yin Qiumu looked at the letter in his arms. It was obvious that it had been opened many times, and new letters must have been added inside.

That person said he waits here every day, so doesn't that mean he has to be meticulous every day?

After waiting for so many years, the side that I expected is now not what I expected. He is not waiting for me, but who is he waiting for?

"I'll just take a look...it should be okay..."

Luo Que turned around and stopped him seriously.

"This is for the master. It's not good for you to see it, young master."

Yin Qiaomu stared and made a "yeah" gesture.

"If you don't pretend to be blind, I'll consider whether to blind you!"

Luo Que quickly turned his head and whistled.

"I did not see anything!"

Yin Qiaomu snorted, "I'm not peeking! I'm peeking openly!"

Yin Qiaomu couldn't wait to open the envelope and started reading from the first page.

"This……"