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

Inside the Changsha Theater.

Er Yuehong is a famous actor in the Changsha Flower Drum Opera Troupe, so his performances are naturally packed.

When Cheng Ji and his companions arrived, the show was just about to end. They went in, and the guests who came to watch the show were leaving one after another.

It is undeniable that Zhang Qishan's face is really useful and it is simply a pass to all public places in Changsha.

When Cheng Ji and his companions entered, they happened to run into someone causing trouble.

Cheng Ji chuckled and licked the corner of his mouth. It is true that it is better to arrive in time than to arrive early.

As soon as I came in, I heard an annoying voice.

"Things from the south are good, but they still look petty and small. The theater I gave them as a present was built to look like a puppet theater. No wonder Er Yuehong refused it several times when I gave it to him, and now that he finally accepted it, he doesn't even come out to greet me in person."

The person who was speaking was wearing a leopard print vest, with a variety of gold chains hanging on his body. He had a scoundrelly appearance, and spoke in a very arrogant tone.

It's really an eyesore.

Cheng Ji covered his eyes with a fan that he had found from somewhere.

Now my eyes feel much more comfortable.

Zhang Qishan was not surprised by such arrogant people. He walked straight over without looking around and said to the housekeeper, "Inform the Second Master."

Before the butler could say anything, the leopard-print vest whipped at him and Zhang Qishan turned to avoid it.

The whip flew straight towards Cheng Ji.

Cheng Ji, who was walking behind him, couldn't help but curse in his heart, thinking that this old guy had bad intentions.

He didn't have time to think about it, his body moved before his brain did.

When the whip horse approached him, he exerted force with his feet and leaned back. His body rotated in the air, and his legs drew a perfect arc in the air.

When he landed, he had completely avoided the whip's attack.

"First come first served, do you understand?" The man in the leopard vest couldn't help but get angry and embarrassed when he saw the two men dodged the whip.

He raised his hand and wanted to swing the whip again.

Cheng Ji would not give him a second chance to whip him. He threw the fan in his hand, accurately hitting the wrist of the man in the leopard print vest holding the whip.

The man in the leopard vest felt pain and let go of the whip, which fell to the ground.

Cheng Ji walked forward, folded his hands and looked coldly at the non-mainstream troublemaker in front of him.

"Who gave you the guts to cause trouble here? You don't know your own weight after sending a broken platform. If you don't want to live, I can give you a ride."

The man in the leopard vest was stunned by Cheng Jigang's skills. He came to his senses and looked around, then felt a little embarrassed to be intimidated by a child who had just become an adult.

He glanced around and noticed that Zhang Qishen and his group were dressed as soldiers, and suddenly remembered something.

He shouted loudly: "Master Zhang Dafo of Changsha Jiumen is my sworn brother!"

Cheng Ji turned his head with a smile and asked, "Master Buddha, you still have such a brother. Cheng Ji really admires you."

Zhang Qishan played with the gun in his hand without looking up: "It's really a coincidence, I didn't even know it myself."

Upon hearing this, the man in the leopard vest realized that the person he was about to hit was none other than Zhang Qishan, the head of the Nine Gates, also known as Zhang Dafoye.

The man in the leopard vest was embarrassed and angry: "So what if you are Zhang Qishan, just wait for me!" He shouted and ran out of the door in embarrassment.

After all, Cheng Ji and his companions had important matters to attend to, so they naturally would not care about this passerby who was not presentable enough.

A few people walked quickly to the front of the stage, and before the servant went in to call them, they saw Er Yuehong walking out from behind the stage.

Because it had been a while since the show ended, Er Yuehong changed back into casual clothes, but she had not had time to remove her stage makeup.

Er Yuehong walked forward with a smile, and there was no surprise in his eyes when he saw the people coming.

"Master Buddha, is there something you want to talk to me about today?"

Zhang Qishan briefly recounted what happened today, and then took out the ring he found in the coffin, or to be more precise, a thimble.

Er Yuehong frowned slightly: "I haven't touched anything in the field for a long time. I can't help you with this."

As he said that, he walked to the side and pulled over Cheng Ji who was standing next to him, fiddled with it left and right, and examined Cheng Ji carefully.

Cheng Ji chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Second Master. Cheng Ji is not a porcelain doll. He knows what's going on."

After a few days of getting along, Er Yuehong had already regarded Cheng Ji as his junior.

Even if we take a step back, the fact that the young man saved his girl is enough to make Er Yuehong stand on his side unconditionally.

The extremely harmonious atmosphere between the two of them made Zhang Qishan's prepared speech stuck in his throat.

"Second Master, do you know this young man?"

Er Yuehong smiled and embraced Cheng Ji: "Cheng Ji helped me a lot a while ago, of course I know him."

Just two sentences contain a huge amount of information.

Zhang Qishan didn't show it on his face, but his heart was already in turmoil.

This young man had only been in Changsha for a week, but the abilities he had displayed were beyond even his reach.

With his night vision, ability to control corpses with music, and extraordinary skills, he easily gained Er Yuehong's trust.

The man who was just in his house seemed to know everything about the dead.

This is just what he saw, and it may be just the tip of the iceberg.

And his inexplicable hostility towards me...

But Zhang Qishan might not be able to figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Cheng Ji was too lazy to care about Zhang Qishan brainstorming, but since it was related to the mission, he decided not to waste time.

"Second Master, this matter has a lot to do with my brother's whereabouts. My father is worried and can't sleep at night. Now that we have a clue, Cheng Ji can only go and find out."

Er Yuehong was surprised and asked, "Are you saying that your brother has something to do with this train?"

Cheng Ji shook his head and said, "No, I know where this train came from, and he went there half a year ago."

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, or to be thinking about the wording. He paused and continued, "To be exact, he went in there half a year ago, then came back home and ran away from home and lost contact."

"But as far as I know, he didn't join any army, he just disappeared."

Zhang Qishan stared at Cheng Ji and asked, "Do you know where this train came from?"

"Yes, it's not that difficult. I know that the coffin was opened and nailed after the person died. Isn't it easy to know where the car came from?"

When facing Zhang Qishan, Cheng Ji returned to his standard half-smile.

Zhang Qishan opened his mouth, but couldn't help asking, "Did you know me before?"

Others might be confused by this sentence, but Cheng Ji knew what he was going to ask.

"I don't like to lie."

"Zhang Qishan, grandson of Zhang Ruitong, is from the side branch of the Zhang family in Northeast China. Well, it can't really be considered a side branch, after all, he has been expelled."

Looking at Zhang Qishan who clenched his fists, Cheng Ji's face was calm: "I know what you came to Changsha for, and I also know why you want to get involved in the Nine Gates. To be honest, I am too lazy to meddle in other people's business, but if you set your sights on someone you shouldn't, I won't let you go."

"for example?"

"Zhang Qi Ling."