Tomb Raiders: Ghosts

After the excitement, Shan Ling finally calmed down, only then did she realize that they were no longer out of the tomb, resting in an ear room not far away.

Apart from Shanling and You, Xiaofengwei and Qingling, there was another person—the priest of the ancient spirit clan, Jiling.

Ji Ling looked at Shan Ling and respectfully knelt down to salute him: "Ji Ling pays homage to the patriarch."

"Priest, please get up." Shan Ling stretched out her hand to help Ji Ling up, and then said: "The priest has been tired for so long."

Ji Ling sighed softly, and said: "No, I made the big mistake, I made the patriarch suffer, and even..."

"Don't mention the past, priest, I want to trouble you to open the Yaowang Furnace again and refine the antidote again."

The purpose of their trip is twofold. First, to open the door of the Holy Land of the Spirit Race to lure out Chen Ji who has been hiding in the dark. Now that Chen Ji was stabbed by You's Siduan, he has no chance of surviving under the effect of the magic knife. , is no longer a problem, the second is to find another antidote here, and then refine it.

The only one who can refine the solution of the pill is the most precious medicine king furnace given to the spirit race by the ancient gods, and the only one who can use this thing is the sacrifice spirit.

Naturally, Ji Ling couldn't refuse Shan Ling's request, and nodded slightly, looking at Shan Ling suddenly as if thinking of something.

"The one who was poisoned... Could it be him?"

"Well, that's him." Shan Ling nodded, and said, "He is my father now."

"He was your father in the first place, because you were created by him." Ji Ling smiled slightly, and said, "As my best friend, I should restart the Yaowang Furnace again, let's go."

The priests, like Shan Ling, are very familiar with this place, and they walked ahead to attract them, and they didn't encounter any traps at all. They also encountered several minions refined by Chen Ji in the middle of the journey, but they were all lying down. The dead bodies, and these Qinglings are familiar, they are the villagers in that village, and the villagers of the whole village must have been killed.

Qing Ling's expression was a little bad, and they simply placed the corpses of these villagers in an empty ear chamber, and then closed the stone door.

As he continued to walk forward, there was a faint voice in front of him, the priest narrowed his eyes slightly, and several other people also became alert.

"I don't know what happened to these zongzi, they all lay down suddenly." This was Ah Jun's voice.

"Something must have happened to the controller." This was Chen Xiaogou's voice.

"I don't know how the patriarch and the others are..."

Hearing the familiar voice, the guarded few breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Jun, Xiao Chen, Lan." Shan Ling called out.

Then I saw someone running towards the end of the front. They were all wounded a lot, and it was obvious that they had encountered a lot of trouble.

"It's great, you're all fine." Seeing Lan, Qing Ling rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"That's what I should say." Thinking of falling into the trap and losing everyone else, Lan was worried, and when he encountered a large wave of Ba on the way, he became even more anxious.

Several people gathered together and continued to walk forward under the leadership of the priest. On the way, Qing Ling and A Jun talked about what happened to them.

Chen Laogou was really dead, and was later refined by Chen Ji into a 魃, and in the end it was Chen Xiaogou who cut off his head with his own hands and let him lie down.

The corpses were not taken, but placed in the tombs of the tombs one by one, because Chen Laogou died of poisoning, if he was taken out, it would cause another uproar, Chen Xiaogou has always just wanted to see him again On the father's side, now it can be regarded as his wish.

Afterwards, Chen Xiaogou hugged Ah Jun and cried for a long time, and finally calmed down.

Maybe outside, Chen Laogou is insidious and cunning, and he is not a good person, but to Chen Xiaogou, he is a good father.

The few people walked for about two hours, and finally came to a small room. There were many murals painted on the walls, and there was a platform in the middle of the room. The priest reached out and groped on the wall, and then tapped lightly. The ground vibrated slightly, and the ground of that platform slowly opened to the two sides, and a huge jet-black cauldron was slowly lifted out from below. This is the Yaowang Furnace, a true artifact created by the ancient gods.

"This stove is so big, how do we get it out?" Ah Jun was a little dumbfounded as he pressed the big stove that was taller than a person.

"You can't leave the Yaowang Furnace. Once you leave this stone room, the mechanism in the tomb will be triggered. The antidote can only be refined here." The priest shook his head lightly.

"Then what should we do? We still haven't found one of the materials." A kind of spirit insect that only the ancient protoss knew how to raise. Qing Ling had read the booklet, so he knew that they still lacked a material.

"There's nothing missing, it's all there," You said.

"Huh? Where!?"

"Spirit butterfly, spirit silkworm." The priest raised his finger to Xiaofengwei and Lan.

Qing Ling was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed: "Ling... Ling Cang, isn't he a butterfly?"

This is what he has raised for many years!

"I just look like a butterfly..." Lan coughed lightly, then noseed silently.

Back then, Qingling, who was still a soft little baby, hugged his leg and called him a little butterfly, but he didn't correct him, so since then Qingling has always regarded him as a butterfly.

"It's a moth..."

"Then I'm a moth, you don't like me anymore?" Lan showed a somewhat disappointed expression.

"like."

……

After all the materials were collected, it was finally possible to start refining the antidote. Shan Ling took out the mirror of the world, and then took out all the things stored in it.

When the spirit fire was burning in the dark green weather, the priests put all the materials into the furnace in order. The process of refining medicine would take up to nine days, which also meant that they would stay in this place for nine days. Fortunately, they brought all the ingredients with them. Enough food and water, and now there is no danger here, and I can rest well here.

Huddled in the sleeping bag, Shan Ling leaned against Yu's arms, put one arm around his waist, and gently stroked his chest with the other hand, where he once stabbed Si Duan in, ending his life and letting him The soul flew away.

"Does it hurt?"

"For you, it doesn't hurt." After Yu was thinking about something, he kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn't want Shan Ling to think of sad things again, so he changed his words: "You still remember that you promised me matter?"

"What?" At the sound of the single bell, his attention was diverted.

You smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to clasp his fingers, and said, "When I come back, what are you going to do for..." and then pressed close to his ear.

After saying this, Shan Ling's entire face turned red, she opened her eyes and looked at him, and finally managed to choke out a sentence: "Wait... wait to go back, and then..."

"of course."

……

Half a month later

"Guwa Guwa..." The room was very quiet, and there was no one crying. The cry of a child suddenly sounded, and the baby lying on the crib waved its short hands and feet, crying loudly.

Not long after, a slender figure walked into the room and came to the crib. The crying baby stopped crying when he saw that person, and looked at him with red eyes.

Seeing the tenderness in the baby's eyes, the man couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch his soft pink face, but stopped when he was about to touch it.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and when he wanted to take back his hand, he suddenly felt the warmth of his fingertips, and saw the baby's soft and tender hands tightly holding his slender fingers, which made him My heart couldn't help but soften.

"It's really rare, Xiao Yu seems to like you very much." Shan Xiao walked in from the outside holding a baby bottle, and saw the person standing in front of the stroller, and also saw the youngest son stretching out his small hand, tightly holding the other's hand hold on.

The priest was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Chu Eryu held on tightly, and he was afraid that he would hurt the child's immature hands, so he was a little at a loss.

"I'm sorry, I heard the baby crying, so..."

"You don't have to be sorry, I've heard Xiaoling tell you everything, thank you, the antidote couldn't be made without you." Shan Xiao smiled slightly and walked to the bedside.

However, he found that the youngest son, who usually shines brightly when he sees the milk bottle, ignored him today and looked at the priest with a pair of big eyes. He didn't even look at the milk bottle. This is really strange.

The priest looked at Shan Xiao and said, "Are you... are you happy now?"

Shan Xiao was taken aback by these words, although he didn't know why the other party said such strange words suddenly, he still smiled.

"Of course I'm happy."

"That's good..." Shen Xiao.

"Huh?" Shan Xiao didn't hear the last words clearly, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"It's nothing."

"Do you want to try it?" Shan Xiaohuang shook the bottle in his hand.

The priest froze for a moment, then said, "Is it possible?"

"of course."

Chu Eryu was held in the arms of the priest with a contented expression, and I held his hand holding the bottle tightly with my little hand, while sipping milk, I looked at him with big black eyes.

Looking at the child in his arms, the priest's heart softened unconsciously, and he couldn't help thinking of a picture in his mind.

The pink and tender child was held in his arms, with big eyes open, and a small mouth obediently eating the nectar he fed with a small spoon.

Sacrifice the spirit, sacrifice the spirit...

……

"No...it won't work, um..."

In the dimly lit room, low breaths floated up, the bed creaked and lingered for a long time, until he heard a satisfied hum, he gradually stopped.

Shan Ling felt that she was about to die, the hands supporting her body softened, and she lay on the soft bed, panting slightly.

"Tired so soon? Xiaoling, your current physical strength is really poor." You hugged him tightly from behind, and kissed gently on the slender shoulders.

"Get out!" Shan Ling gave him an elbow, and then pushed away the guy stuck to her back: "I'm going to get up."

"I'll take you to take a bath." You also got up, hugged him in his arms, looked at Shan Ling with deep eyes, and said, "It's great to be able to hold you like this again."

Shan Ling looked at him, then reached out to hug him.

"Hmm..." Shan Ling leaned on his shoulder, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window and the bright sunshine, and said, "Do I still owe you a word?"

"what?"

"Welcome back……"