Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

Wu Xie did not go home to rest as soon as he was discharged from the hospital. Instead, he headed for the northeast with his luggage bag on his back, eager to find out the follow-up situation.

Lao Yang's ability disappeared, and his body returned to normal.

By the time Wu Xie arrived there, the once bustling tribe had completely changed. The deserted village seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The elevator connecting to the underground beehive had also disappeared. The original location of the elevator door had become a hole, and the underground soil had been filled up, leaving no trace of its past.

Wuxie sat on the stone, staring blankly at the unreal silence before him.

He even had an absurd idea, whether all this was real or just an illusion in his mind.

"Mental illness is not generally contagious."

In a coffee shop in Beijing, Xiaohua, who was sitting opposite, glanced at the man in front of her who was in self-doubt and sighed.

"That's good too. After countless centuries, the Zhang family should have their own life."

"But..." Wuxie lowered his head, pointed at the warm coffee cup with his fingers, and seemed a little confused. "They are too quiet."

Xiaohua understood the complexity in Wuxie's words. He didn't know how to describe this family that had almost completely saved the world. Everyone said that they should retire after accomplishing their mission, but how many people in this world could do that?

There are no flowers, no applause, no power to cover the sky with one hand and no record of being praised by thousands of people.

“Perhaps, the greatest honor they have is to still exist tomorrow.”

Wu Xie held the cup in his arms, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Let's go again!"

Xiaohua was stunned. "Why leave?"

Wuxie excitedly waved at the busy streets outside the window and said, "How about retracing the Journey to the West~"

Xiaohua looked at Wuxie in surprise. The sunlight fell on his face, and he seemed to have returned to his carefree youth. He twitched the corners of his mouth for some reason and said, "Okay, let's do it again."

Wuxie, Xiaohua, Fatty and Laoyang set aside a whole year and walked from the Qixing Palace to Kunlun Mountain.

The Qixing Palace of King Lu is still the same, but the so-called "Iron Triangle" of the Warring States Period is gone. On the reef of the Xisha Underwater Tomb, the abyss-like underwater cave was buried by a tiny earthquake, and the magnificent shipwreck tomb was left with only the gullies that were once fixed on the reef.

"It seems that I, Fatty, am the last person in the world to enter the bronze door."

The fat man patted his belly and looked at the three people who were gritting their teeth with pride. The place where the bronze door should have stood had completely turned into a huge seamless rock, as if it had been standing there for tens of thousands of years, and there was no trace of the bronze door.

"If you have the guts, just hold it in and don't say anything! You'll die of holding it in, you bastard!"

The remaining three people were extremely eager to find out what was inside the bronze door. But now it seemed that the secret had been completely lost along with the return of the world.

Why! Why is this fat guy the last one to know?

The fat man chuckled and pursed his lips tightly, making an expression that said, "You'll never get the truth from me in your lifetime."

At that time, he and Zhang Xiaoshe entered the bronze door, and the last place they arrived at was the altar of the Qilin. These magical scenes that should have been unforgettable in his mind gradually faded in his memory.

When the bronze drums sounded, Zhang Muchi's figure suddenly appeared in mid-air in the foggy darkness. His figure was always engraved in his mind. Not only were they the last two people to enter the bronze door, but the fat man knew that this was also the last place he would see Zhang Muchi.

When the voice ended, everything returned to calm. The miracle of Changbai Mountain forever obscured his figure. At the same time, a brand new mountain god came. Chang Cheng, who was the incarnation of Jiude and in charge of the mountains, took Zhang Dailu and slowly disappeared into the deepest part of the old forest of Changbai Mountain. They will replace the Zhang family, the current Dragon God and Zhang Muchi, to guard this pure land that carries memories and fulfill his mission.

"Western...Western Queen Mother Palace, let's not go there..." Wuxie stood by the desert, his face full of shyness, pretending to be busy and looking around.

"How can we miss this stop when we retrace our journey to the West? Wuxie, you can't ruin our plan just because of your dirty private life!"

Lao Yang's words undoubtedly hit Wu Xie's lungs, and the middle-aged man exploded instantly, "Who are you saying has a dirty private life! Damn, it's not certain whether what those liars said is true, and I haven't seen my son yet."

"Could it be that the baby he gave birth to is a sixth child?"

Lao Yang fell silent instantly. Wuxie would explode whenever he mentioned his son who existed in the field of quantum entanglement.

In the end, the few of them still pushed and twisted their way into the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West. When they saw the meteorite jade again, it was no longer as mysterious as before. The Queen Mother of the West and the human cocoon had completely turned into windy bones and merged into one with the human metamorphosis.

At the end of the year, they stood at the finish line. The journey was still difficult and full of dangers, but these dangers were like climbing Mount Everest or deep-sea diving. Hard work and experience were enough to offset them.

At that time, Yao Chi had completely disappeared, and there was no trace of any brutal battle on the bare ground.

"The good news is that there are no bodies, which means they must be fine." Wuxie analyzed the situation while surveying the scene cleverly.

"Don't you think it's a bit late for you to say that?" Lao Yang gave him a speechless look. When he saw the underground mountain in the distance, his legs couldn't help but go weak.

"Look, isn't there a stone tablet over there?"

Looking in the direction where the fat man pointed, there was a pile of scattered stones in an inconspicuous corner at the foot of the mountain, and the place he was pointing was behind the pile of stones.

Everyone looked around with their heads lowered. It was indeed a bit of an exaggeration to call it a stone tablet. At most, it could be considered a stone slab, a rectangle about the length of an arm. It was not thick enough to be punched, and could be shattered by any falling debris.

The fat guy can see this thing, his eyesight must have been trained seriously.

The only thing that is certain is that this stone slab is definitely not naturally formed. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror and it looks empty at first glance. It was thanks to the fat man that he found a tiny mark in the corner of the edge of the stone slab.

"This is a special mark for the Zhang family." The fat man pointed at it and explained, "This means that the danger here has been eliminated."

Several people watched silently for a long time at this last mark of the Zhang family left in the world. After a while, no one knew who started it, but several people hugged each other and laughed out loud. Even Xiaohua laughed as if to vent.

The one-year review journey has come to an end here. Fatty returned to Panjiayuan to run his own shop, Lao Yang successfully became an internet celebrity lecturer and started a paid knowledge business, Xiaohua, in addition to managing the Xie family's business, has developed a keen interest in charity, and Wuxie is still traveling between museums and various archaeological institutes.

Once he was sent to a museum in a third-tier city for an academic exchange. As he was running out of time in the morning, he rushed into the crowded morning market, bought some steamed buns and soy milk, and rushed out. As he passed by, he vaguely saw a man wearing sunglasses.

Before he could take a closer look, the figure disappeared in the crowd. Wuxie was stunned in the noisy morning market. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He looked at the sunlight and smiled for no reason.

On the fourth floor of an old red brick building, the key was inserted into the lock outside the door, and Hei Xiazi, dressed in home clothes, walked into the room, put the hot breakfast he had just bought on the table, pushed open the door, and looked at Zhang Qiling who was sitting in front of the computer.