Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

The person in his arms was breathing evenly. He wanted to curl up into a ball because he felt insecure, but he was surrounded by a familiar smell and moved closer to Zhang Qishan, almost sticking close to him.

It had just rained, and Zhang Qishan didn't mind being bored. He held the man in his arms, rubbed his angular chin against the man's hairy head, and gently kissed the man's hair.

"I will definitely get the medicine for you. Be good and get some sleep. When you wake up, we can go home."

The light shines through the window into the private room, illuminating the room.

The warm light shines on Jinnian's face. From an outsider's perspective, one can see that his profile has a full curve.

Her long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, like a butterfly just emerging from its cocoon and flapping its wings.

Jinnian's eyes were filled with strange lights, colorful lights flashing before his eyes, and large patches of red appeared, which were particularly conspicuous. His eyelids trembled, and he squinted his eyes and reached out to grab those familiar pieces of clothes.

“Brother…don’t go…”

Jinnian stretched out his slender fingers tremblingly, trying to retain the phantom that was moving further and further away. It was the figure of Er Yuehong. In the blurred intersection of light and shadow, it was like a touch of light ink, gently swept up by the invisible wind, then thrown down fiercely, and finally dissipated into the edge of nothingness.

Jinnian's thoughts were like fallen leaves blown by the wind, chaotic and broken. He subconsciously chased the figure of the person in front of him.

"Brother...don't go!"

His call was as thin as a gossamer, his voice was dry and hoarse, carrying helpless despair, echoing in the empty space, but still unable to touch the tenderness that was about to disappear.

Looking at the person who used to hold him in her arms out of heartache walking away, Jinnian's tears slid silently like pearls from a broken string, each of them carrying his unspeakable sorrow and bitter plea.

Jinnian's body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles. He was unwilling to give in and tried to break free, but he lost all support and threw himself forward, only to embrace nothingness.

Time seemed to freeze, Jinnian was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by an endless dark abyss, which was opening its all-consuming mouth and slowly swallowing him.

The feeling of weightlessness surged over him like a tide, wrapping him tightly. Every minute and every second was an extreme test of his remaining will.

Jinnian tried to grasp something, even a ray of light or warmth, but there was only endless darkness and indifference around him.

He felt that he was being devoured bit by bit, not only his body but also his soul, as if he would be trapped in this endless nightmare forever.

In the field of vision, the blood-red color spread like a tide. It was a heart-pounding red, rich and deep, as if it could swallow up all light and hope.

In this boundless blood-red color, pairs of huge blood-red eyes slowly opened. They were cold and ruthless, and it seemed like a gaze from the underworld, tightly locking onto Jinnian's soul.

Jinnian felt unprecedented fear and helplessness, as if he was trapped in a cycle from which he could never escape. Every struggle would only make him sink deeper into this endless nightmare.

His hands were blood red, as if they had been soaked in blood.

As if in a dream, the blood-red eyeballs began to shatter and turned into wisps of blood that floated in the air, forming a horrifying picture that was impossible to look at, yet impossible to forget.

Countless reds approached and surrounded him, sucking and leaving marks on his body.

A crisp shattering sound rang in my ears, and finally disappeared as the blood-red bead disappeared.

Jinnian's sobs were subtle and trembling, like the faintest starlight in the night sky, flickering helplessly in the boundless darkness.

This sound seemed to have touched upon some unknown power that he had been suppressing deep in his heart, making the blood-red liquid around it seem to come to life. It slowly surged, intertwined, and finally condensed into a huge and deformed existence. Its form transcended the boundaries of nature, but revealed a kind of heart-pounding anti-human beauty, exactly the same as the terrifying figure that he had caught a glimpse of under the mine, but even more hideous and terrifying.

Those huge eyes were like the portal to the abyss. What was surging in them was no longer indifference and ruthlessness, but an extremely fanatical love and an almost pathological possessiveness.

It approached slowly, and every blink seemed to be telling of its desire for Jinnian. It was a determination and madness that wanted to swallow him whole and become one with him.

“No…I don’t want it!”

“I don’t like you….”

There was a tone of crying in Jinnian's voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of resistance. If it was the winding existence in the mine, it would be fine, but what was in front of him was more like some crude imitation.

The corners of his mouth twitched with fear, and his hands instinctively stretched out, trying to push away the approaching terrifying existence, but in this boundless darkness, his strength seemed so small, like an ant trying to shake a tree, which only increased his despair.

Instead, it gave the opponent an opportunity. He seemed to be in a cage woven of fear, surrounded by endless darkness and oppression.

Every breath he took was accompanied by the approach and entanglement of the opposite side.

He is a coward. Being abandoned by his brother in such a scary place is terrible enough, and now he is being entangled by strange things.

Jinnian closed his eyes in fear, allowing the terrifying figure to take him to a deeper place.

"Good boy, wake up!"

"Jinnian?"

"Little Jinnian?"

"Don't scare me!"

"Wake up, don't sleep."

"Don't sleep anymore, wake up! Master Buddha, hurry up!"

Jinnian hugged himself tightly and wanted to curl up, but he was frightened by the noises around him and subconsciously locked his hands and arms.

When he opened his eyes, there was a layer of mist in front of him, but he could still see vaguely.

"Eight, Master Eight?"

"Oh my god, you still know I'm your Eighth Master! Quick, quick, let go, you're strangling me to death!"

Jinnian's tears rolled down her eyes. She was stunned for a moment and then let go of her hand.

After sleeping for too long, as soon as consciousness returned, his body went limp and he was about to fall to the ground.

Jinnian closed his eyes and waited for a while before he looked up weakly. A warm and strong body embraced him from behind.

"Having a nightmare?"

Qi Tiezui touched his neck and loosened his muscles.

"Not only that, Xiao Jinnian almost strangled me to death. What did you dream about just now? You were crying and wanted to jump off the building. Fortunately, we are on the second floor and there are fences, otherwise what would have happened?"

Jinnian was stunned. The fear in his dream made him flee unconsciously, but he almost jumped off the building with Qi Tiezui. His subconscious attempt to protect himself and stop the strange thing from approaching ended up strangling Qi Tiezui to death.

How could this be?

Zhang Qishan held the man's head in his arms and gently kissed his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare. It will be fine once you wake up, okay?"

When Jinnian thought of Er Yuehong’s figure in her dream who didn’t even turn her head back, tears started to flow.

"I was wrong........Don't, don't leave me............"

"No, how could that be? Honey, you're the best. Just listen to me and eat something. It's all a nightmare."

Zhang Qishan was comforting her like this, but when he looked down, he saw the red marks on Jinnian's face starting from her collarbone. The marks were large patches of red, expanding and spreading from her collar, and they were getting darker as she went down.

There was a coldness in his eyes.

He had just gone out, so it was impossible for Qi Tiezui to become like this. It could only be that "nightmare", or something in Jinnian's body.

Qi Tiezui looked at Jinnian, who was placed on the seat by Zhang Qishan for comfort and was being fed obediently to divert his attention.

After Jinnian calmed down a little, Qi Tiezui pulled Zhang Qishan over.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong..........."

"You just went out for a while, and Jinnian looked like he was possessed by evil spirits. Well, look..." Qi Tiezui pulled open his clothes and showed the red mark on his neck to Zhang Qishan.

"How can he be so strong? He has trouble even carrying a bucket of water, so how could he pinch me like this? And it's so even, it doesn't look like a nightmare, it looks like I've been possessed by an evil spirit!"

Zhang Qishan looked down at Qi Tiezui's neck and patted his shoulder: "Don't you believe in evil spirits?" Although he said that, Zhang Qishan's brows were twisted so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death.

"You can't say that. You have to believe it. Have you forgotten what happened in the mine?"

Zhang Qishan patted Qi Tiezui's chest. Qi Tiezui suddenly remembered that he still had the term "listening slave" and immediately fell silent.

"Well, it's a bit strange anyway. It's okay if he's 'sleeping', but if he's 'sleepwalking', how can we keep an eye on him? Maybe he'll run out onto the street one day, and if he gets kidnapped, we won't even know!"

"I'll talk to Second Master later and get the medicine first. With the medicine and Second Master's prescription, maybe I won't 'sleep' anymore."

"Okay, but you should stay and look after him. I'm a little weak. Otherwise, if Jinnian doesn't wake up by then, I'll be exhausted to death!"

"understood."

Zhang Qishan waved his hand, walked to Jinnian, and rubbed the back of his neck from time to time.

While he was talking to Qi Tiezui just now, Jinnian was feeling uneasy and looked very aggrieved.

When he turned into a panda, Jinnian liked to be rubbed here the most. Every time he was rubbed, he would hum and moan, and he just enjoyed the comfort.

As soon as Jinnian saw him coming, she stuck to Zhang Qishan, put her hands behind his back, grabbed his waist and refused to let go.

"Be good, I'm here."

"If you don't leave, I'll stay here with you."

Zhang Qishan rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke until Jinnian's body became limp, as if he had no bones, and his complexion looked better, and then he stopped.

After getting Zhang Qishan's assurance, Jinnian finally let go and sat on the cushion, wishing she could return to her original form and curl up in the man's arms.

"The sixth item, Bright Moon and Fresh Breeze, is now shipping..."

As long as it was not the medicine they wanted, several people did not care too much. One was being fed, one looked up and waited for feeding, and another was fidgeting, muttering to himself, talking in a mysterious way, and from time to time he took out some magic bag, just like a shaman.

(Qi Tiezui: You are the one doing the shamanism! Slander! This is simply slander!)

Qi Tiezui looked at the hexagram and marveled silently with his mouth wide open, but Zhang Qishan glanced at him indifferently and he held it back. He felt even more aggrieved than Jinnian and bit his fingers as if he was bullied.

He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't say it directly, so he could only change the subject: "It was a good choice that Second Master didn't come. Otherwise, seeing all this real money gone, wouldn't he be heartbroken?"

After saying just a few words, Qi Tiezui saw Jinnian looking at him eagerly, his eyes sparkling as if moistened by water. He suddenly remembered what Jinnian had just said and realized that he seemed to have made a mistake again.

"No, that's not what I meant. This... this plate is really nice. Xiao Jinnian, take a look at it. Is there any difference between it and the dragon-patterned plate we saw yesterday?"

Jinnian was attracted by him. The uncomfortable mood came and went quickly. Following Qi Tiezui's words, he leaned on the railing and looked down with a telescope.

I just took a look and suddenly a bell rang on the second floor which had been silent for a long time.

"Private Room No. 1............"