Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

At least three people present knew the reason.

Wuxie, who was holding the script of being the most popular rice dumpling in the world, thought that he was doomed to fail, but he never expected that all these had been destined before he was born.

Or rather, that's why he was born.

"Think carefully, have you ever heard any particularly outrageous stories about your old house?"

Wu Xie started to complain, "From childhood to adulthood, I feel that all the stories I have heard are outrageous. Except for those told by my biological father, second uncle and third uncle, none of them are heartwarming and touching. When I think back, I always feel that I grew up with zongzi when I was a child."

"When Tang Monk went to the mountains to seek Buddhist scriptures, he always encountered monsters and demons. This is normal. If one day a young and beautiful girl in the mountains did not want to have a child with you, nor did she want to eat you, this would be strange." The blind man did not mind the trouble and gave a hint.

After hearing this, Wu Xie actually thought of a strange thing.

"I had just started college at that time, and one day my dad called me out of the blue and said he wanted to tell me a story."

Wuxie remembered this story very clearly, not because the plot was so bizarre, but because his father, such an honest man, could actually make up stories. He was extremely curious and listened carefully with the purpose of showing filial piety to his elderly father.

At that time, he thought, judging by the style of the story, it must be his third uncle who led his father astray!

Because the whole story takes place when the three old men return to their hometown to worship their ancestors.

"Just tell me something. You've got nothing to do anyway." The fat man loved to join in the fun, so he quickly urged Wuxie to continue.

Wuxie thought about it and realized there was nothing he couldn't say, "Okay."

"My family has always had a bad relationship with other relatives in my hometown, especially my third uncle, who has always resented the grandfathers for occupying our land. After much persuasion, the three old men finally returned home together to worship their ancestors."

According to his father, the experience was wonderful.

The story begins with Wu Sanxing falling asleep while driving and losing one of the rearview mirrors, but he refused to admit it. Finally, the three of them and the car crashed into a tree. This part occupies a large part of his father's description, mainly to warn him not to hang out with his uncle.

"My second uncle said that there is a space in the house of my hometown that ordinary people cannot see. It is hidden by the special structure of the house and can only be found at night."

"When they were drinking, my father said he felt something was wrong. Uncle Two and Uncle Three kept getting him drunk. He was being cautious and pretended to be drunk to see what the two guys were going to do."

Sure enough, after confirming that he was drunk, the two younger ones went deeper into the old house, and he hurriedly followed them secretly.

"He watched them enter the hidden house and followed them in, but there was no one in the house, only three water tanks."

“The next part is bizarre.” Wuxie spread his hands. The next exciting and completely unrelated story was probably the limit of his father’s imagination.

"Those three large vats were filled with solidified human oil, all the fat from young female corpses. It would take 2000 people to fill one vat that big. There were cotton-like, plant-like things wrapped inside. My dad even said that he fell in and felt like there were countless hands pulling him down from under his feet."

"What kind of plant is that? Did your father tell me?" The fat man's eyes sparkled. "Wow, you are so generous and perverted to use the corpse of a young girl. This plant must be very nutritious to eat!"

"How can there be three three-cylinder pots? Master Hei, don't say that Fatty didn't think of you, Tian Zhen, you, we can divide what we can use, maybe we can make some money from it."

"Hehe... this good thing should be enjoyed by you alone, Fatty."

The blind man looked polite and declined, and the fat man immediately figured out what was going on, and it was probably not a good thing.

"Tian Zhen, did your father tell you what that is?"

Wu Xie recalled carefully, "My second uncle told my father that it seemed to be a kind of grass. According to the records in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it fell from the sky and was very difficult to keep alive. The previous owner of the old house had been trying to figure out how to make this grass bloom and bear fruit, but he spent all his money without success, so he had to soak the dying grass in human oil to preserve it."

"Fuck, you, the former owner, should be shot. What a fucking pervert, killing two thousand girls with just one tank."

Wu Xie didn't care. "It's all made up anyway. This is probably the most bizarre story my father could think of. As for the grass, forget it. The three brothers burned it with the oil and grass."

"why?"

The fat man's question stumped him immediately, and he guessed, "Maybe it means to liberate feudal oppression and reject feudal superstition?"

"What's the name of that grass? Don't step on it when you see it next time, or you might miss a great opportunity."

"Yes, yes, yes! Uncle said it's called horsefly grass."

"Don't worry, Fatty, you can't make any mistakes." Zhang Musi suddenly spoke from the side.

Despite everyone's doubts, he didn't say a word.

It’s not that he wants to be a riddler, but it’s hard to speak. This is related to why a baby from the Zhang family like him would end up in a foreign country. Is he an isolated case?

Even thinking about this matter would make him want to kill people. Maybe they are innocent, but they will always have their share of the trouble.

"Read the name carefully."

Wu Xie looked at the boss' unhappy expression and moved his lips, "Feng... Stupid grass?"

It is impossible for his father to be so clever as to leave him an Easter egg. On the contrary, this is the proud style of his second uncle.

Then...that means this thing is true.

People are oily... Girls are real too...

Looking at Wuxie's expression, Zhang Musi sneered, "What original owner? This grass~ You should have seen it in your grandfather's notes. At that time, it should have been called corpse-changing grass."

This is the story of Zhang Qishan and Qi Tiezui who hunted gods in the 82 villages during the Anti-Japanese War. The sacrificed baby of the Zhang family, who had half a unicorn tattoo, saved the so-called Nine Gates with the help of heaven. But when they came out of the forest, where was the child of the Zhang family?

They only brought back a pile of so-called Seven-Aperture Exquisite Soil. This soil no longer exists in the Eighty-two Villages. Where is it and what did they exchange it for?

Zhang Musi wanted to ask, what about the child? Was he traded?

The great sadness left by the tragic history can only be slowly digested by those who know the truth.

Every time this happened, he would have thoughts of destruction.

Wuxie only half understood what was said, but Tudian seemed to realize something and laughed almost crazily.

"Thank you, Master." He looked at his clever childhood friend gently and said slowly, "I said that you Nine Sects do things much more uglier than me."

"Even a pervert like me finds it disgusting. Human nature, what is human nature?"

Xie Yuchen looked at his friend who had grown up with him and gone through the most difficult times together. He felt a tremor in his heart when he saw the unprecedented solemnity and regret in his eyes.

"You are the abyss itself. I have seen humanity before, but you have no humanity in your eyes."

"Wu Xie..." Tu Dian stopped looking at Xiao Hua and turned to smile at Wu Xie, "The Nine Gates are just a group of tomb robbers."

Wu Xie was stunned for two seconds, then listened to what he continued.

"Your grandfather Wu Laogou smuggled the silk book to Qiu Dekao, your third uncle smuggled the alchemy furnace overseas, and the Xie family, huh, said it was an auction house... You people, living is the greatest darkness in the world."

"You're talking bullshit!" Wu Xie was furious, his face flushed red. "That was swindled away by Jude Kao! I didn't sell it!"

Clap, clap, clap. Tu Dian clapped in agreement. "May I ask how he was deceived? Master Gou Wu is well-known for his shrewdness in the underworld. No one is more careful than him. The dignified Wu family of the Nine Gates was deceived by a foreigner. How can the petty-minded son of Master Gou Wu continue to cooperate?"

"It's okay to fool a child, but I don't believe it."

His eyes were frighteningly dark. He was not a messenger of justice, but an abyss that swallowed everything indiscriminately, whispering, "You all deserve to die."

Zhang Musi: ...Damn, this pervert still hits the nail on the head...But...Wu Xie won’t collapse, right?