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

"Hey, everyone is here!" Hearing the familiar voice coming from outside the door, everyone was stunned and looked towards the door. Who else could that person in a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and a smirk be but the protagonist they were just talking about? Next to him was a person who made Zhang Qishan's pupils shrink slightly. He looked serious, carrying a black gold ancient sword on his back, and nodded faintly at them.

"Old Nine, where did you see these two?" Zhang Qishan asked Old Nine who was on the other side of Hei Xia Zi.

"They came to my house on their own initiative this morning." Mr. Xie Jiu sighed, and as he spoke, he slightly turned his body, revealing a young man behind him.

The young man felt the high-pressure atmosphere in the lobby and just lowered his head without saying a word.

"Who is this?" Er Yuehong asked.

"This is why I came to see you. I'm sure you all know that the little guy has disappeared for half a year. Not long ago, this man came to me with Dumb Zhang and said that if he wanted to know the whereabouts of that person, he had to come to Changsha to meet Master Qi Ba and Master Er, and Master Xie Jiu." Hei Xia Zi explained, and Zhang Qilin just nodded on the side, confirming what Hei Xia Zi said.

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were on the man again. The man then raised his head and looked at everyone. Only then did they see that his face was covered with blood and his eyes had been sewn shut, which made Er Yuehong shudder.

The man nodded in the direction of Master Qi Ba and said, "I guess this must be Master Qi Ba. I came here because my master had previously told me to gather everyone together before he passed away so that I could tell you what he had left behind."

"What did you say?" Qi Tiezui stared at the man with his eyes wide open.

"Master Eight, please don't get excited. Listen to me first. The master said that you should follow Er Yuehong and Master Xie Jiu carefully, and never go to the tomb rashly again. Pay attention to your health." As he said that, the man turned around and headed towards Zhang Qishan, and said to him, "This person must be Master Zhang Dafo. The master once told me to tell Master Buddha not to forget his original intention and to be cautious. He hopes that all the nine gates will be fine. Please, Master Buddha."

"Second Master, the master once told me that he hopes you can live a good life from now on, help him protect the Eighth Master and the Sixth Master, and persuade the Buddha. As for the Fourth Master, he hopes you can be a little more considerate of him. However, the master repeatedly emphasized one point in the end, saying that you don't have to feel guilty, it's his fate, you must be Er Yuehong first, and then his second brother."

"Master Jiu, the master left only one message for me to pass on to you: You will survive in the face of death. Don't think about it, don't forget it."

Just one sentence was enough. Combined with what the man had said before, Mr. Xie Jiu immediately understood. He looked at the man in shock. He wondered if Bai Ran knew something or guessed something.

"As for Mr. Hei, the master once said that now you are the heir to the teahouse, and the shopkeeper will understand when the time comes."

"And this young man who is not good at speaking, the master told me not to dwell on the past, there is a solution for everything. He is too late to solve it, but time will give you an answer. Also, the master asked me to give this thing to you and ask you to eat it, saying that it can relieve your troubles." As he said that, he took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Zhang Qilin.

"Okay, everyone, I have delivered the master's words, and I have no regrets. This is the monument that the master made for himself. He said that you will know where he will go." As he said this, the man took out a wooden sign and placed it in the lobby.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the wooden sign and said, "I have resolved one thing on my mind, and the rest is up to you. Goodbye!" With that, he left the hall. No one seemed to react. Zhang Qilin wanted to chase him out, but Hei Xia Zi grabbed his hand and shook his head slightly.

Zhang Qishan just gave a look to Zhang Rishan behind him, and Zhang Rishan understood and followed his wishes quietly.

The man walked out of Changsha City, groping his way, asking questions along the way, and stood on a hill, as if looking at the teahouse within sight, smiled, then held a wooden sign, stood on the hill, and sat down, leaning on the sign, muttering: "Master, you said to set me free, but I am free only where you are! Now, I have done everything you asked me to do, I think I am qualified to accompany you! I also hope you can walk slower, I can catch up with you!" As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he saw a picture he had imagined, with a smile on his lips. However, blood flowed from his mouth.

Zhang Rishan stood there and waited for a long time before he walked forward and felt the man's breath with his hand. He found that the man was already dead. The words on the wooden sign could finally be seen clearly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Servant of Bai Ran".