Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 234

"Wait, what are you talking about? Can we stop speaking in riddles?"

Panzi was hesitant to speak to the three powerful figures, but Wu Xie had no such concerns.

"It means that once you get inside the tomb, you might be able to enjoy a great show for free."

"The kind that's incredibly exciting, spanning ancient and modern history, the kind of melodramatic primetime drama."

Hu Ming laughed and temporarily put aside his speculations about the ghost soldiers.

Ultimately, no matter how much the three of them speculated, it would be of no use. Only by going into the tomb and seeing it with their own eyes could they confirm the reason why the ghost soldiers had appeared here inexplicably.

It's important to know that the so-called "ghost soldiers borrowing a path" actually follow a fixed route.

According to Hu Ming, this place is not on the path of the ghost soldiers.

After the boat emerged from the mountain river, it took the better part of a day to travel downstream.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that the group finally saw a small town with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys on the riverbank ahead.

It's worth mentioning that the guy didn't bleed a lot this time.

In other words, it seems the guy won't have to eat pig liver this time.

Hu Ming didn't know why so many people liked to eat animal liver, but he just couldn't stand the taste.

"Third Master, Ming Master, look, that village ahead still has electric lights. It doesn't seem as bad as we thought."

"If we're lucky, we might even be able to take a hot shower tonight!"

Seeing this, Panzi mustered all its strength and used every ounce of its might to paddle forward with all its might.

When you think of the village, you think of hot baths, stir-fried wild game, and the long braids of the village girls.

Even Wu Xie couldn't help but get excited.

"After we get ashore, no one is allowed to mention the old man who drove the cart or the boatman. Who knows if the villagers will gang up on us?"

As we approached the shore, Wu Sansheng reminded us.

Although the boatman's death was not their fault, it's always best to be cautious on someone else's turf.

There is a place on the shore where boats are moored, which is probably where boatmen often disembark.

There was also a small path that stretched upwards, with lots of dog poop on both sides, emitting a foul stench.

At first glance, the village is not large, with only about thirty households.

"Panzi, go and ask if there's anywhere we can stay," Wu Sansheng said to Panzi.

Pan Zi travels the world all year round, so finding a place to stay is very easy for him.

They casually showed one or two red bills, and someone immediately led them to the village chief's house.

Because the place is large, it's not a problem for several people to live there.

The village chief was an old man nearing fifty, but people in the countryside age quickly, and he looked to be over sixty.

After learning their purpose, the village chief was naturally happy, since it was also a source of income.

“We have a guesthouse here. There are three empty rooms, just enough for two people each. Luckily, someone checked out this morning.”

They asked a villager for directions to the village guesthouse, and the group of five quickly drove the oxen carrying their equipment to the guesthouse.

They each took a hot shower to wash away the stench of corpses that had lingered in the charred remains.

Afterwards, the group gathered in the lobby downstairs and ordered a few dishes. "Hey girl, your village is nice! There are cement roads everywhere, inside and outside the village."

How did you get all this cement in here?

While eating and drinking beer, Wu Sansheng stopped the waiter and asked him with a cheerful smile.

Upon seeing this, Hu Ming chuckled softly.

He knew that this was the "questioning" technique from the "observation, listening, questioning, and palpation" method used in the tomb raiding trade.

The key is to use conversation techniques to extract clues about the ancient tomb from the locals.

"Hey, Silent One, I have a question for you."

"Why did those corpse beetles flee like madmen when you dripped your blood into the water inside that cave today?"

While Wu Sansheng was chatting enthusiastically with the girl with the long braid, Wu Xie, not wanting to be left out, sidled up to Xiao Ge and Hu Ming and asked curiously.

Even Panzi over there perked up his ears.

Panzi has been working in the fields with Wu Sansheng for over ten years. While he wouldn't say he knows everything about tomb raiding, he's certainly an expert.

But he had never seen a guy like this before.

“Hu Ming can do it too, and his blood is even more effective. Ask Hu Ming.”

The young man glanced indifferently at Wu Xie and Panzi, then subtly passed the buck to Hu Ming.

It was obvious that the young man had no interest in talking.

"..."

Hu Ming stared at the young man in astonishment.

He knew that the young man had lost his memory during the underwater tomb expedition in the Xisha Islands in 85.

However, when Hu Ming thought of the little brother's imprisonment before he met him, Hu Ming couldn't help but feel even more disgusted with that big Buddha!
But how would the young man know about his blood? You know, Hu Ming didn't mention any of that during this meeting.

Moreover, Hu Ming can now easily conceal his aura so that no one can detect him, not even if that person is Xiao Ge!

"Hey buddy, tell me honestly, you don't even remember me, do you?"

Ignoring the curious looks from Wu Xie and Panzi, Hu Ming asked suspiciously.

"..."

"Paper and pen are good things."

The young man glanced at Hu Ming indifferently, said succinctly, and continued eating.

For the first time, Hu Ming hated himself for being able to read the meaning in other people's eyes.

The guy's eyes clearly conveyed disdain, as if to say: Are you stupid? Write down important things and carry them with you, so that even if you lose your memory, you won't forget important information.

"...Damn it! So you recognized me from the very beginning!"

Hu Ming sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. Being looked down upon by the delivery guy was probably a first for him.
Hu Ming finally understood what the strange look in Xiao Ge's eyes meant when he left Wu Sansheng's house.

"...Uncle Ming, I'm still your nephew, can you please stop beating around the bush?"

"I always feel like you, Third Uncle, and Silent One are treating Panzi and me like fools, aren't you?"

Wu Xie curled his lip; it was another baffling conversation.

(End of this chapter)