Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

"Ahem, can we get back to the topic now?" Fatty Wang sensed the inexplicably harmonious atmosphere and reminded them that they were in a tomb chamber and it would be best to explore the tomb chamber as soon as possible. They could discuss the rest after they got out of the tomb chamber.

Wuxie retracted his gaze and picked up the flashlight in his hand. Zhang Qilin put the black gold ancient knife into the scabbard and quietly stood beside Wuxie. At the same time, he was not far away from Fatty Wang and Bai Ran, so that he could react in time.

Bai Ran sat up by the stone wall where the little zongzi disappeared, holding his machete and continuing to be in a daze. Fatty Wang narrowed his eyes, but subconsciously moved closer to the little brother and away from Bai Ran. Wu Xie held up a flashlight, shining the light on the stone wall, making this picture that had been ignored for a thousand years have readers again. Every stroke of the brush was telling the story that the painter wanted to tell the visitor a thousand years ago. Each picture was a silent sentence.

After a while, Fatty Wang saw that Wuxie had been staring at a picture for a long time. He frowned, walked beside Wuxie, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Tianzhen? Is there a problem?" He had already picked up a shovel, ready to start immediately.

Wuxie retracted his gaze, used the flashlight instead of his hand, drew a circle on the picture, and introduced it to Fatty Wang beside him: "According to Third Uncle's temperament, this tomb should be that of a king, a prince or a general, but this tomb is different. He feels that it is just an ordinary person's tomb, and this mural simply records the very ordinary life of the tomb owner. The only difference is that the tomb owner once got a book. The book recorded a strange spell that could awaken a person who had died long ago, but the tomb owner found that it was useless after trying it once, so he gave up. Not long after, the tomb owner suddenly died, and the book disappeared." Wuxie looked at the part emphasized by the mural. The book was held high by the tomb owner, emitting light, and he always felt it was strange.

Zhang Qilin was surprised when he heard it. He quickly stepped forward and walked beside Wuxie to check the mural. It was indeed similar to what Wuxie said, but it was completely different from Zhang Qilin's memory. There was no record of this tomb in his memories of the two lives, and there was not even a corner of this story. Could it be in Bai Ran's memory that he had tampered with? However, Bai Mu had recovered a lot of memories before, and they were almost the same. Many of the missing and vague memories were only about Xiao Ran.

"Brother Bai Ran, do you know?" Wu Xie asked when he saw Bai Ran who was still in a daze and not trying to blend in. After all, according to him, he had already died, but he appeared in front of them.

Bai Ran finally seemed to react, looked at Wu Xie, and blinked. Wu Xie felt that the man in front of him was embarrassed to say that he didn't hear what he said just now, so he had to explain it again. Bai Ran frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "Sound, spell." Just explaining his origin seemed to have consumed his number of words, and he returned to the concise Bai Ran, but he believed that Wu Xie knew.

Wu Xie did not let him down. After thinking for a while, he said, "You mean, when you woke up, you were awakened by a voice? And that voice sounded like someone chanting a spell? Wasn't it Jucord?"

Bai Ran nodded twice, then shook his head with some difficulty and said, "It shouldn't be." Looking at Wuxie, Wuxie translated, "You mean, that voice is a spell, but it shouldn't be Qiu Kaode." Bai Ran nodded and looked at Wuxie. Seeing that Wuxie fell into thought again, he returned to his previous state and began to be dazed.

"I say, Tian Zhen, how did you understand Bai Ran's language, which is more concise than that of my brother? How come I, Fatty, can't understand it at all?" Fatty Wang read it again and was still amazed, so he asked. Zhang Qilin was also a little curious, because he remembered that in the original world, Wu Xie could sometimes guess Bai Ran's temperament and thoughts, when Bai Ran handled everything by himself.

"talent?"