Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

Wu Xie regained consciousness and opened his eyes, but saw an antique room instead of a cave, nor any traces of Mitra. He calmed down and supported his dizzy head until he felt better. He took out a flashlight from his backpack to illuminate the surrounding environment. He held the big white dog leg in his hand and looked around cautiously. He called out softly a few times, "Fatty? Brother? Xiaomu?" When he found that no one answered, he knew that he was probably separated from them. So, he didn't dare to relax and quickly prepared to take out a communication symbol from the mustard seed space, but the mustard seed space couldn't be used.

Wuxie was a little helpless. Was he so unlucky? He was always alone? However, this time, Xiao Ran would not be there to protect him all the time. Thinking of this, Wuxie had to muster up his courage again and continued to look around cautiously. Wuxie walked carefully along the wall, and suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Xiao Xie, why are you here?" Wuxie turned his head subconsciously, but his backpack hit an unknown mechanism on the wall. Wuxie only felt that the moment he turned around, the surrounding environment changed, and the person who should not be here suddenly appeared behind him---"Bai Ran".

At this moment, time and space changed, the scene shifted, Wuxie could clearly feel the fresh smell and the smell of rust in the air. Wuxie was in a trance for a moment, but it was this moment of trance that made him faint.

When he woke up again, Wuxie felt that he had been tied up. However, this familiar environment made him feel a little uncertain. Was this the place where he was kidnapped when he was fifteen? Was it an illusion? What did he want to get?

"Oh, you know what, the Wu family's young master was really well protected by the Wu family. We succeeded so easily."

Familiar words rang out, Wu Xie narrowed his eyes, dodged back slightly, and curled up his body. If his memory was correct, Xiao Ran should be here soon, but this was an illusion, and he had no idea whether the following scene would proceed according to his memory.

“Alright, let’s let the young third master of the Wu family experience the pain that the third master of the Wu family gave us!” A leading boss broke the current disdainful ridicule of Wuxie and gave the order directly.

“Okay!” I don’t know which subordinate answered the boss’ words. They rushed towards Wuxie with their fists ready. Wuxie moved backwards, but his skills seemed to have really returned to that time. How could he hide from these martial artists?

What followed was a month-long torture. By the end, Wu Xie was already somewhat dazed. He could no longer tell whether it was an illusion or his previous memories were illusions created by this long torture. When the moon fell, the men ended the day's torture in boredom. Wu Xie often looked at the moonlight leaking through the door in a daze, thinking in a daze, "What paper cranes? It's just a dream!" Then he fell into a sleep to recuperate until a new round of torture came.

It was not until the door was violently broken open that Wuxie was awakened and saw the man coming against the light. The man anxiously and angrily picked up Wuxie, who was lying on the ground weakly, and shouted, "Xiaoxie!" Wuxie looked at his uncle's anxious expression and had only one thought left, which was, "I'm finally saved!" Then he fell into a new round of coma.

When he woke up again, Wuxie found himself lying in the hospital, as if he were in another world. He looked at the ceiling in a trance, and heard the voice of his second uncle scolding his third uncle. Wuxie frowned slightly, thinking that they were a little noisy, but he felt that he had forgotten something. What could it be? Wuxie frowned and thought, but he had no clue. Wuxie was a little dazed and thought, let it be. Presumably, what he forgot must be something unimportant!

After Wuxie was discharged from the hospital, he felt a little annoyed when he saw the surprised eyes of people around him. However, feeling that people around him seemed to be trying hard to cultivate him into a certain person, Wuxie thought about it and subconsciously concealed the real himself, and then slowly changed in some insignificant places.

Until a silk book appeared, even if it was just a replica. Wu Xie took the replica and looked at the text message from his uncle. He looked at the message in front of him with some expectation, and obediently followed his uncle's plan and rushed to his shop.

Then, it was a historic passing by. Wu Xie looked at the back of that person and frowned slightly, feeling that what he was missing seemed to be related to that back. However, his intuition told him that it was not that person.

The Seven-Star Lu Palace is indeed very suitable for an inexperienced novice like him. As a novice, he went to the tomb for the first time to practice. Wu Xie sat in the carriage, thinking carelessly. Although Uncle San did not reveal any flaws, Wu Xie subconsciously felt that Uncle San had started that game? Wu Xie glanced at Zhang Qilin, who was at the end of the team and had not spoken much, and always felt that there should be someone around him. Moreover, maybe he was like himself, forgetting something and pursuing something? Unfortunately, he was not in the mood to pursue those so-called possible memories.

This time, the burial was safe and sound. Although the journey was thrilling, it was expected, so Wuxie didn't really pay much attention to many details. When Wuxie sat on the ground panting, looking at the burning Hydra cypress below and the lonely figure gradually leaving not far away, suddenly, a strong sense of separation arose in him. On the one hand, there was a voice in his heart telling him that he might get the answer if he chased after it, but another voice told him, what's the use, it's all fake anyway, isn't it? Fake, Wuxie suddenly thought, curled his lips and smiled, looking at his uncle who was still discussing the follow-up work with Pan Zi, everything seemed to become interesting.

"Uncle San, where did you meet that guy? Why does he seem so familiar to me?"

"He's a gangster, how could you possibly know him?" Wu Sansheng didn't think much about it and directly stopped Wuxie from continuing to inquire. Wuxie shrugged, smiled helplessly, and looked at the direction where the man disappeared. He thought, if they really are related, they would meet sooner or later, right?

Wu Sansheng looked at the boy in front of him who seemed to have an evil look on his face and felt very puzzled. Wuxie had grown up according to the plan before he was fifteen years old. How come it was completely different from the plan? Thinking of the kidnapping, Wu Sansheng suppressed his serious guilt.