Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

"It's like a fucking dream..."

Hu Ming uttered a rather fitting remark in a low voice.

"Little fatty, how about it? Surprised? Let me tell you, this stuff is incredibly nutritious!"

"Strengthening and nourishing the body has effects far beyond your imagination. Look at you, you're getting old, it's time to take good care of yourself."

"After all, for an ordinary person like you, as you get older, you'll inevitably become less capable, and even the young ladies at the club will look down on you!"

Finally, Hu Ming added with a mischievous grin.

In terms of killing someone by destroying their spirit, Hu Mingyuan is far more skilled than Panzi.

"I'll fucking beat you up, you bastard, you're deliberately trying to ruin me! And Uncle Ming, you too..."

"This thing... it can't actually be made from baby food, right? Damn it, I've seen all sorts of ghosts and monsters, but this is the first time I've ever seen anything this weird!"

The fat man's face turned even greener. He pointed at a completely rotten body that he had pulled out of the wine trough with his waist knife and shouted angrily.

The flesh and blood of this thing had completely dissolved in the wine, but the skin and bones remained, forming a clump of tattered cotton.

From its appearance, this thing looks exactly like the corpse of an infant.

"Don't worry, Fatty, if this really is made from baby food, even if you dare to drink it, we wouldn't let you. That's too weird. Who knows what will happen if you drink it?"

"This is 'Monkey Head Stew,' made by soaking premature monkeys. It's a specialty of Guangxi Province, and it's also found in small tribes in several countries bordering China."

"It was probably during the heyday of the Jurchen Jin dynasty that the Southern Song dynasty presented this aged wine as tribute. It was a real delicacy, very nourishing! Back then, you couldn't even get your hands on it if you didn't have some status!"

Hu Ming quickly explained.

But the mischievous smile on his face couldn't be erased.

It's a good product, but most people can't really enjoy it.

"A monkey? That's good, at least it's not a baby. Damn it, you two bastards almost killed me, you bastards!"

The fat man's expression softened somewhat.

The baby is already in the stomach, so a monkey is fine; it's better than a baby.

But I still couldn't stop feeling nauseous.

"You guys wait a minute, I'm going out to throw up, damn it!!"

As he spoke, the fat man could no longer suppress his nausea, covered his mouth, and crawled out through the hole he had come from.

The next moment, a deafening sound of vomiting rang out from outside.

It's absolutely hilarious!
Outside, the fat man was vomiting violently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Inside, Hu Ming, Pan Zi, and Wu Xie laughed until their stomachs hurt.

Nephews are meant to be used to trick others; that's a truism.

It took the fat man a full half hour to recover.

"You son of a bitch, let me tell you, if there's a next time, believe me, I'll turn on you!"

"And you, naive, what are you pretending to be innocent for? Do you think you're not involved in this? You look so innocent, but you're a master at swindling people, just like your damned third uncle!"

"And Uncle Ming, my old man is unreliable, why are you like this too..."

The fat man was still full of resentment.

His eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at the three people who were smirking.

"Alright, Fatty, we're in a hurry. Let's rest for a bit, eat something to replenish our fluids, and then we'll be setting off again soon."

Hu Ming turned his face away.

Well, this was definitely not a very ethical thing to do.

"You fucking know time is of the essence?" "If Ah Ning and her gang take all the treasure, I'll make you regret it!"

The fat man glared at him and said with dissatisfaction.

Even so, they still obediently took out their dry food and water.

That last burst of activity really took a toll on my energy; I need to replenish it.

The food just doesn't taste quite right.

Half an hour later, the group composed themselves, reorganized their equipment, and continued their journey.

It is worth mentioning that there is a square passageway on each side of this tomb chamber.

The passage was extremely long and pitch black inside; even the searchlights couldn't reach the bottom.

"This is troublesome, which road should we choose?"

"Why don't you use your intuition to choose one, Uncle Ming? Or, listen to what I think is the path we should take?"

Looking at the two passages, Wu Xie scratched his head in confusion.

In ancient tombs, the most frightening thing is making choices.

A single misstep could put everyone in danger.

“No need for all that trouble, just go this way,” Hu Ming said confidently, pointing to the passage on the left.

"The left side, are you sure?"

"Of course, your brother already left a mark, what do you say?"

Hu Ming kicked aside the pile of rubble at the entrance of the passage and pointed to a mark in a secluded spot, saying...
There, there was a string of English letters whose meaning was unclear.

It was the same kind of mark that the guy had left behind.

"Hiss~ It really is. I hope you'll go easy on us and leave us some treasures to touch."

"Hey, speaking of which, Uncle Ming, you were the first to know Xiao Ge. What exactly was he doing going down into the tomb? My dad and Uncle Hu didn't tell me!"

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't think I've ever seen the young man touch anything in the ground."

As everyone stepped into the passage, the fat man suddenly frowned and asked a question.

"...The young man went down to the ground not for money, but to find his past memories and some answers that he had forgotten."

"The guy told you that he lost his memory because he smelled the forbidden incense at the underwater tomb in the Xisha Islands twenty years ago, right?"

After a moment of silence, Hu Ming spoke.

"Indeed, could there be some hidden story behind this? Did the young man lie to us?"

Wu Xie was taken aback. It seemed that Hu Ming was about to reveal something, so he quickly pressed for an answer.

"To be precise, it's not that the young man is lying to you, but that he himself has forgotten the real reason for his amnesia. The bloodline and peculiarities of the young man's clan."

"It repels insects and evil spirits, keeps you young forever, and grants you a long lifespan. In particular, Zhang Qiling, who has the highest bloodline concentration in each generation, is the best among them."

"But it is precisely because Zhang Qiling's bloodline concentration is too high that the Zhang family's hereditary disease, the Soul Loss Syndrome, manifests particularly severely in him."

“Every so often, aside from some childhood memories, the young man forgets everything he has experienced and goes alone into ancient tombs all over China to search for clues about himself.”

"Because he knew that his Zhang family had been inextricably linked to the ancient tombs underground for generations. Before he lost his memory, he must have visited some ancient tomb and left some clues."

"This is the cycle of life that the young man has experienced over the past 130 years."

Lighting a cigarette, Hu Ming explained in a deep voice.

Just imagining what this guy went through makes one's heart ache.

A person, forever alone, endlessly repeating the cycle of losing memories and searching for them—the bitterness of this is something outsiders can hardly comprehend.