Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

The Xuanyuan Sword, which was soaked with blood power, made bursts of sword sounds and stabbed straight at the nearest baboon. The big guy that was invulnerable to swords and guns just now became as fragile as paper under the sword and became fragile in an instant.

Perhaps they realized that the two people in front of them were more difficult to deal with than the other, so the group of mandrills let out a series of wailing sounds and then retreated.

As the mandrill retreated, the thick fog also dissipated along with it.

Cheng Ji put away his sword, took a quick step forward, and grabbed Zhang Qiling's hand as he tried to pull it back.

There was a deep bloody wound on the palm of the hand that had never been pitied by its master, so deep that the bone was visible. Bright red blood oozed out from the wound, dripping onto the ground, splashing out circles of bloody flowers.

Cheng Ji pursed his lips and silently took out a bottle of pills from his pocket. He picked up a pill, crushed it and sprinkled it on the wound, then bandaged the wound tightly.

Seeing the young man with a stern face bandaging his wound and about to leave, Zhang Qiling pulled the young man back.

Facing his serious eyes that were almost spitting fire, Zhang Qiling lifted the boy's hand that had just learned how to bleed from him.

There was also a sword mark across the palm of the boy's hand. The bloody cut looked too abrupt on the fair and delicate hand, destroying the beauty of the entire hand.

The young man tried to struggle but failed to break free. He sneered, "Do you think everyone has the same physique as you that slows down the average blood clotting rate of humans? Patriarch Zhang is really powerful. Why don't you just chop off your hand next time? Looking at the strength, I thought it wasn't your own hand."

Zhang Qiling remained silent despite being mocked by the boy. He stretched out his other hand to take the medicine bottle from the boy's hand and repeated the series of actions that the boy had just done to him.

Cheng Ji was so angry after the whole call that he lost his temper. He lowered his head and said sullenly, "Brother, I didn't mean to yell at you. I told you last time that I don't want you to bleed. I can handle it."

Zhang Qiling raised the boy's injured hand and looked at him with disapproval in his eyes: "What's your idea?"

The young man hung his head and chose to remain silent in the face of Zhang Qiling's question.

Zhang Qiling sighed and stopped investigating. He carefully avoided the boy's wound, grabbed his wrist, and continued to pull him up.

Zhang Qiling had wanted to ask the boy about his bloodline, but after thinking about it he chose to keep silent. Everyone has their own secrets, and the boy would naturally bring it up if he wanted to.

However, even he felt the pressure from the ancient mythical beast on the young man just now, so he thought that its bloodline must be of extraordinary origin.

Since he met the boy, Zhang Qiling has completely overturned the series of words the boy once said to him, such as being bullied by Zhang Qiling and being powerless.

With such an endless stream of trump cards and killer moves, coupled with the mysterious ancient bloodline, even he could not guarantee that he would get anything good from the young man.

What a little liar.

Cheng Ji had no idea of ​​Zhang Qiling's psychological activities. But Cheng Ji, who was being pulled forward, soon discovered that there was something wrong with the path they were taking.

Cheng Ji frowned as he looked at the bloodstains under his feet, his expression suddenly becoming solemn. This bloodstain was left by Zhang Qiling just now. The road they took up the mountain was a straight line, but this bloodstain was reminding him that the two of them had been spinning in the same place inexplicably!

While thinking, Cheng Ji pulled Zhang Qiling who was walking in front of him and asked him to look at his feet: "Brother, we have been here just now. We have walked for so long and are still standing here!"

Zhang Qiling also frowned and asked, "Qi Men Dun Jia?"

Cheng Ji shook his head, denying Zhang Qiling's guess, and then said: "No, Qimen Dunjia cannot escape my Qimen Bureau. This should be the legendary ghost wall."

"When a ghost walls up your head, it usually means that the ghost wants you to take the path it wants you to take, or it wants to replace you, revive you, or absorb your yang energy."

"But if it was the latter two situations, I should have discovered it immediately. But up to now, this ghost has not made any move. It simply doesn't want us to go up, so it set up a ghost wall here to prevent us from moving forward."

As he explained, Cheng Ji's uninjured hand rummaged in his pocket again and again, and finally pulled out a blank piece of talisman paper and threw it with force.

The talisman paper seemed to be fixed by nails, suspended in the air.

A red light flashed in the young man's eyes, and his resentment condensed, leaving a series of difficult to understand runes on the talisman paper.

The pen moves like a dragon and the talisman is completed!

Then the young man narrowed his eyes and grabbed the air fiercely. A female ghost with tattered clothes and timid eyes appeared in front of the two men.

The female ghost felt the pressure from the young man and fell to her knees with a plop, but she only mumbled something that the two of them could not understand.

Seeing this, Cheng Ji took a step forward and ordered, "Look up."

The female ghost raised her head as instructed.

The boy pinched the ghost girl's chin and made her open her mouth. Sure enough, there was nothing in her mouth. No wonder she couldn't speak.

"Can you write?" As expected, the female ghost shook her head.

There is nothing I can do but empathize.

In the magic path, empathy is described as follows:

Directly invite the resentful spirits to possess you, using your own body as a medium to invade the souls and memories of the dead, hearing what they hear, seeing what they see, and feeling what they feel. If the emotions of the dead are particularly strong, you will be affected by their sadness, anger, ecstasy, etc., so it is called "empathy."

Cheng Ji lowered his gaze and said to Zhang Qiling, "Brother, I will use a secret technique to explore the memory of this girl before she died. If you feel that something is wrong, you can call my name and I will wake up, okay?"

Although Zhang Qiling didn't know what this secret technique was, he could tell how dangerous it was from the young man's brief explanation.

Zhang Qiling pulled the boy up and was about to leave: "Let's not go up, let's go back."

"?" Cheng Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he held Zhang Qiling and continued to persuade him, "It'll be fine, really, brother, trust me."

Zhang Qiling was unmoved: "This is the second time."

"what?"

"Last time, you were unconscious for the whole night."

"..." Cheng Ji had no choice but to reassure again: "Really, I won't lie to you this time, nothing will happen, and even if something does happen, brother, I will come out immediately if you call my name, okay?"

Seeing that he could not defeat the young man, Zhang Qiling had to give up and nodded.

Cheng Ji did not delay any longer and lightly touched the ghost girl's forehead with his finger.

After a dizzying moment, Cheng Ji found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

In some dilapidated thatched houses, daily necessities are arranged in order. Young girls are humming songs while cooking. The thick smell of fireworks rises, and everything seems exceptionally comfortable.

At this time, another woman's voice came from outside, approaching from far away: "Yun Mei'er, what delicious food are you cooking? It smells so good~"

Upon hearing this, the girl called Yun Meir hurried out to greet the visitor.

Yun Mei'er looked at the woman in front of her, very anxious: "Xiao Li, why don't you run away? You still have the mind to come and hang around me."

Xiao Li was stunned when he heard this: "Why should I run? Where should I run to?"

Yun Mei'er looked at her friend, feeling very disappointed. "I went to the village chief's house to deliver something yesterday, and I heard that the village chief discussed with your parents about sending you to the mountain as a sacrifice to some mountain god in a few days!"

Xiao Li was still an underage girl after all. She was confused when she heard this. She hurriedly grabbed Yun Mei'er's sleeve and said in panic: "What should I do? Yun Mei'er, give me some advice. I don't want to be a sacrifice."

Yun Mei'er patted Xiao Li's hand in a soothing manner and said, "Don't tell anyone when you go home. Prepare some money quietly and find a chance to escape!"

The two girls planned for a long time in this shabby thatched hut, just for that glimmer of hope.