Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

"Mushroom mushroom~ hiding in the corner of the market. Mushroom mushroom~ let me take you home. Mushroom mushroom~ put it in my milk pot. Mushroom mushroom~ make a bowl of soup~"

Zhang Xingxing was humming a song as she walked home cutely.

She thought to herself, why not go back and get a bowl of mushroom soup for her second brother? She wanted to do her best as a filial apprentice and a good sister, and try to behave well and memorize fewer words in the future.

Zhang Xingxing was calculating on his abacus as he recalled the process of making soup. For some reason he had a bad feeling.

Instantly, she felt a burst of inspiration and suddenly an image of a pot of medicine appeared in her mind. Along with the image, waves of vomiting sounds came from her memory.

vomit~

She quickly walked to the side of the road, leaned her hands against a tree, bent down, and couldn't help wanting to vomit.

No, the sisters were really cruel before, throwing biological weapons at people out of hatred. What's even crueler is that there are people who can really drink it, they are all cruel people.

Although Zhang Xingxing did not remember the faces of the three people in her mind when she recalled this scene, she seemed to hear someone shouting "Saint", and she turned around.

Niece? Saint? Goddess?

God? God exists only when there is a miracle. The more Zhang Xingxing thought about it, the more strange it felt. She had a strange intuition in her heart. Maybe it was related to the space she had just woken up and saw.

When she first met Er Yuehong in the tomb, she thought that the previous spaces were scenes she had dreamed of, and she didn't pay much attention to it, but now the word "goddess" gave her a premonition. It might be true, and the background of this body might be very important.

Well, you can go back and try.

Putting the memory behind him, Zhang Xingxing calmed down and smelled the aroma of soybeans. It smelled so good.

Zhang Xingxing, who was a little curious about what it was, followed the aroma and came to a stall selling fried brown sugar rice cakes.

Behind the small stall stood an old man. The traces of time were deeply engraved on his face, and his temples had been dyed gray by time, as if telling of the countless hardships he had experienced. A tattered hat barely covered the sparse and gray hair on his head, but there was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although his body was shaking, he still insisted on being busy with his work - frying glutinous rice cakes. He carefully put one piece of glutinous rice cake after another into the boiling oil pan, watching them gradually become golden and crispy.

Then, he gently picked up a handful of soybean powder with his slightly rough and trembling hands and sprinkled it evenly on the surface of the glutinous rice cake, making every corner full of sweet taste. The customer took the snack and left.

The closer she got, the stronger the aroma became. Zhang Xingxing was actually very full, but the aroma still stopped her.

After I managed to calm her down, I saw her standing in front of the stall and the old man was asking her something.

"Girl, are you here to buy some brown sugar glutinous rice cakes too?"

"Uh, well. Buy it."

"Okay, I'll just trouble you and this young man to wait for a while. I have to make another pot."

"Okay."

Who is he with? A young man?! Where did this young man come from? Zhang Xingxing shook his head left and right and looked around and behind him. There was no one there.

She looked up and saw the old man squinting his eyes, with a smile on his face, busy frying glutinous rice balls. As if he noticed that she was looking at him, the old man also raised his head, stared at her with his dark eyes, and spoke to her seriously.

"Wait."

What are you waiting for? A gust of wind gently blew across Zhang Xingxing's neck, and goose bumps appeared on her body. There was no one in the alley at this time, and occasionally there were a few intermittent sobs.

Ahhhh! Zhang Xingxing wanted to let out a sharp explosion.

But she was afraid of being summoned by the ghost, so she could only suppress her fear and lower her head to comfort herself: I can't see it! I can't see it! If I don't look the ghost in the eye, he can't see me!

"You can't eat it! Did you hear me?!"

A young male voice faintly came into Zhang Xingxing's ears from beside her.

Woohoo, what's wrong with this male ghost? He runs around everywhere instead of going to reincarnation. It's ok for him to queue up to buy snacks, but why doesn't he allow others to have a bite?

This is too arbitrary, domineering and unreasonable.

But for Zhang Xingxing, who had just experienced a time travel and whose materialistic view was shaky, it was like a coincidence that Lez got into the refrigerator.

"Woo woo woo, I heard you. I won't eat it, okay..."