Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

Zhang Qiling was really afraid of the blind man's jealousy. He looked left and right but didn't look at the two naked men. With this surveillance camera that has no blind spots, the blind man must be staring at the screen gritting his teeth.

While knocking on the wall quickly: Xiao Si, come here quickly.

Wuxie... this white eye...

The three people who escaped death looked at Zhang Qiling, who was staring up at the sky motionlessly, and saw that his shirt was covered with blood stains. The insects that were afraid of the precious blood had disappeared long ago.

Wuxie: The clothes are not wrinkled at all, and the blood is evenly distributed? Moreover, the mouth-shaped bloodstain on the lower back is...

He didn't want to know at all whether this guy was going to fight or to engage in physical combat.

Wuxie covered his body in embarrassment, his mind full of rubbish and unable to stop, when he heard a voice from afar: "Hey, are you two wearing the same clothes?"

"As the old saying goes, it's not a big deal to wear the same clothes as others. It's embarrassing for the ugliest one. Tsk tsk, kid~ Compared with Pan Zi, your soft body is just too good! Tsk tsk tsk!"

Zhang Musi rode a balance bike and slowly appeared in the corridor. "But you know what, it feels a bit like Harry Potter~" and then posed with a magic wand in hand.

“Harry Potter. Our new-Savior…Diffindo”

Zhang Qiling repeatedly signaled with his face, stop playing!

Wu Xie felt that there was no normal person among this group of people, including the Third Uncle with a black donkey hoof, the model of male morality, Men You Ping, and Da Kui who created the atmosphere of the ancient tomb... His face was filled with black lines, "Can we play later? Who of you still has clothes? Don't leave me naked like this!"

"No problem~ I have extra clothes~"

"Really!" Wuxie was pleasantly surprised and was about to express his gratitude when he heard the man say.

"One set is 2500, two sets are 5000, and the postage is 9 yuan."

Wuxie was shocked. What kind of clothes cost 2500? Sijiqing could buy a whole floor.

Zhang Musi knew they would have questions, but! He always made money in a very stylish way, never doing any resale to make a profit, and quickly took out a whole set of unopened clothes and pants.

Wu Xie looked at the familiar logo with a distorted face. To be honest, 2500 is not expensive and it is indeed a good price, but who the hell would go to a grave and bring two sets of trendy brands with the tags intact! This is obviously a scam!

He definitely misunderstood Zhang Musi. It was definitely not specially prepared, but was just brought up, hehe.

After all, the first stop of Changsheng, the supporting facilities must be complete, a warehouse of things, even if his broken gold cup was only left with a steering wheel, he could collect them in half an hour, and this brand is still the agent of the overseas department~

Pan Zi was about to cry. How could a rough guy like him wear such expensive clothes? He felt that he could just wear shorts as a swimsuit and it would be fine.

"Remember Wu Sanxing."

"Black top and khaki pants 190XXL thank you."

"Then..." Wuxie was still a little undecided, and smiled shyly, "Then I'll take three sets. Actually, I really like this style."

"Fuck! These relatives are just different. They are so ruthless!"

"Uncle San still owes me money for equipment." Wu Xie spoke righteously, instantly occupying the moral high ground. "And from what I have known about him over the past few decades, this money is definitely worthless."

Zhang Musi thought of the money Wuxie had spent on visiting his uncle... "Why don't you give more? Who knows, you might have to pay more later."

Wu Xie spread his hands and said, "I can't even pay the electricity bill for the shop now. The most I can afford is a box of instant noodles. How much can that be?"

"Uh... maybe 302.4 billion?"

Wu Xie thought he was joking and laughed so hard while putting on his clothes. "If I could afford so much money, I would definitely top up my card at your place. To be honest, that submarine is really awesome."

"giggle"

"Did you...did you hear any noise?"

"He's coming!" Zhang Qiling started performing without saying a word, pretending to cover his mouth and nose and hold his breath, and several people followed suit.

Wuxie clearly felt that the thing had been circling around them for 5 to 6 minutes before he heard the sound slowly going away. He thought to himself, "Oh my god!", he was finally saved. Suddenly, there was a "puff" sound, and he didn't know which bastard farted at this moment.

"Run!" Zhang Qiling yelled. The moment Wuxie turned on the light, cold sweat broke out all over his body. A huge strange face appeared in front of him. He was so scared that he took a few steps back and ran away quickly.

"Damn it, you fat guy, you are such a disaster!"

"Which eye of yours saw that it was your Fatty...Ah!" The fat man screamed strangely, and the people behind him didn't have time to stop, and they rolled down the hole in the ground and fell into a stone chamber.

"Fortunately, my brother and Nezha are still here, at least we don't have to be afraid of bugs..." Fortunately, within three seconds, the flashlight swept through the stone room and only the three brothers were inside. He shouted in despair, "Where are those two?"

"Yeah, did you think that thing could let us go so easily? It must have been that guy blocking it from behind." The fat man said while rubbing his butt and humming.

"The young man was walking behind you, ok, no problem, but what about Nezha in front of you? He was walking in front of you, so why didn't he fall but you did?"

The fat man looked at Wuxie with an expression that he was looking at a mentally retarded person. "Nezha can fly. Didn't you learn that when you were in school?"

"That's just a metaphor! Can he really fly?"

The fat man nodded seriously, "He is really capable, otherwise how do you think I fell down?"

Shit... When did Nezha become a mobile vendor? Does he really just sell out the goods and leave?

"By the way, are you guys here to look for the Ghost Seal as well?"

"Is there really such a thing?" Wu Xie was puzzled when he heard it. "Isn't he just a small prince? I just heard that he can borrow ghost soldiers to fight."

"Using ghost soldiers to fight is a big lie." The fat man smiled smugly with a secret in mind. "To put it nicely, King Lu Shang is a general. To put it bluntly, he is just a tomb robber like us."

Wu Xie was totally confused. His Third Uncle had also said something similar. He didn't understand how they could figure that out. Fatty was just sitting around doing nothing and started analyzing things like pouring beans, talking about the Seven Star Coffin.

"But the seven sarcophagi here are probably all fake. I'm afraid this Tomb of King Lu is all fake."

"I couldn't figure this out at first, but when I fell into this stone maze, I suddenly discovered that this was actually a Western Zhou tomb."

"Isn't this the escape passage dug by those craftsmen?" Wu Xie was shocked. Pan Zi cursed at him, "I told you long ago, have you ever seen anyone dig an escape passage that looks like a maze? Who would have such a good mood?"

"Building one's own tomb inside someone else's tomb is called... a hidden dragon's lair in Feng Shui. So King Lu Shang's real coffin must be in the Western Zhou tomb."

Pan Zi taunted, "You are the only one who knows Feng Shui? If you really know, take us out. I have walked around 7 or 8 times and still can't find a way out."

"Huh?" The fat man looked unimpressed. Who was he? During those years with Zhang Xiaoshe, this group of people would never be able to catch up with him in robbing tombs for their entire lives.

"By the way, where is Third Uncle?" Wuxie suddenly remembered that Pan Zi and Third Uncle had disappeared together, so how come only Pan Zi was seen?

"I don't know either." Pan Zi covered his wound and lowered his head, pretending to recall. "At that time, I was worried, so I chased after the little brother and the fat man. I found that the little brother was strange. He seemed to be very familiar with this ancient tomb, so I followed him to take a look. But halfway through, I encountered a ghost hand that pinched my neck. I finally cut the ghost hand, but it drilled into the wall all of a sudden. I don't know what mechanism it touched, and I fell down with it."

"Uh..." The fat man looked grim and asked cautiously, "Is the ghost hand you are talking about green? The wrist is about the thickness of a finger."

"How do you know, Fatty? Was that thing caused by you when you were alarmed?" When Pan Zi heard this, all the facts matched and he immediately suspected the fat man.

The fat man rolled his eyes and said, "I know, that's because I'm not blind."

Pointing in the direction of Wuxie, "Look, the ghost hand that wants to kill you is now trying to molest this boy."

Following the line of defense, I saw a very thin green ghost hand secretly wriggling on Wuxie's buttocks. The movements were very rhythmic, as if it was doing push-ups.

"Hey, you know what, this little thing would be great if it could be used for massage. Put it on your back and it will automatically scratch your back." The fat man's brain circuit has been very crooked recently, and he kept blurting out nonsense for a long time.

Wuxie was frightened when he saw the ghost hand, but then he thought again that what the fat man said made a lot of sense, and his mind suddenly fell into a struggle.

No one can resist a fully simulated human hand to tickle them! A trace of pity appeared on his face, and he even forgot that he was being taken advantage of by a ghost hand.

"What are you standing there for!" Pan Zi pushed the ghost's hand away. "This thing is very strong and can kill you. Why don't you run away!"

Pan Zi was speechless at the ghost hand with good looks. He pulled the two of them into a hole on the side. He didn't know how long they had been crawling. Suddenly, the fat man whispered, "There's light!" and suddenly he sped up.

Wu Xie followed behind with great effort, and heard the fat man yelling from the front, "Fuck! Where on earth is this place?"

Zhang Musi's small account book: ￥