Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The next day, when Zhang Qishan finally learned that Xie Jiu was gone, he frowned and began to ponder. Er Yuehong was unwilling to intervene in the information in the coffin, so he could only hope to find the answer from the origin of the train.

After several analyses, they finally found out that the train came from a mine, and Zhang Qishan decided to go to the mine.

Early in the morning of the third day, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan rode on horses and waited on the road outside the city. After a while, they heard a voice humming a little tune from far away, mixed with the sound of crisp bells.

Zhang Rishan and Zhang Qishan looked at each other, then raised their eyes to look at the person coming. From a distance, they saw Qi Tiezui dressed like a fortune teller, leading a...donkey? Slowly walking towards them.

Zhang Rishan was just about to ask about Xiaojing's younger brother when he saw a person lying on the donkey's back. He carefully identified it and found it was Zhang Xingxing. She was holding the donkey's neck tightly with her hands and her legs were tightly pressed against the donkey's belly. Her whole body was stuck to the donkey like a pancake. Occasionally, a few little songs came out of her mouth.

It was just that she was too close to the donkey, and if one didn't look closely, the sound seemed to come from the donkey's mouth, which was extremely strange. This scene made Zhang Rishan laugh and cry.

"Master Buddha, Adjutant! We are here~" Qi Tiezui also waved his hand when he saw the two of them, and walked to their side leading the donkey and Zhang Xingxing.

"Eighth Master, what are you dressed like?" Zhang Rishan looked at the behavior of the two brothers of Eighth Master with some amusement and joked.

"Alas, I'm dressed like a wandering fortune teller. You can tell at a glance that I'm not here to investigate a case. How about being smart?" After Qi Tiezui finished speaking, Zhang Rishan couldn't help but add a sentence.

"Smart, smart. But why doesn't your brother dress up as a fortune teller with you and wear another outfit?"

Zhang Rishan saw that Zhang Xingxing was still wearing all black today, but she had replaced her favorite long windbreaker with a black leather jacket, and wore black pants with many pockets. She looked much more capable.

Qi Tiezui looked at Zhang Xingxing resentfully and asked her, "Yes, why?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xingxing turned his head from the donkey's neck, showing a look of disdain, and said, "Trouble."

At this moment, the scene of the two brothers looking at each other while wearing sunglasses made Zhang Rishan feel inexplicably funny.

"Hey, Adjutant Zhang, I haven't said anything to you yet, why are you still laughing at me? We agreed yesterday to dress up in disguise. Although you and Mr. Buddha are wearing casual clothes, you still look flashy. Isn't that good..."

"Eighth Master, the Buddha said that we should disguise ourselves so as not to attract attention, but the sound of your bell can probably be heard from miles around..."

"Hey, you..."

Seeing that his chief donkey-pulling spokesperson, Qi Tiezui, was so angry because of the criticism, Zhang Xingxing naturally defended him.

"Okay, Adjutant Zhang, the eldest brother won't laugh at the second brother. You and Master Fo are wearing clothes that are comparable to those of newspaper reporters. It is quite eye-catching."

"You are almost like me!" Zhang Rishan blushed and couldn't help but retorted.

Zhang Xingxing stretched out a finger, shook it and said, "Nonono, we are different. We are both flesh-and-blood characters. I am a foreigner who loves traditional Chinese culture and wants to learn from a master, and my brother is a Chinese master. What a perfect background setting. What about you and Buddha, is there one~" After saying that, Zhang Xingxing said something in English.

"The show never ends, good day, sir~"

"you…"

"Okay, adjutant. Let's go first." Zhang Qishan's voice interrupted the three people's bickering. If they continued like this, they wouldn't be able to finish the day. So he took the lead in riding his horse and following the railroad tracks to search.

Zhang Rishan naturally did not dare to disobey the Buddha's words and rode forward to catch up. His heroic and majestic figure made Zhang Xingxing, who could neither ride a horse nor a donkey, jealous.

He could only sigh and let Master Ba lead the donkey to catch up slowly.

Zhang Xingxing lay on the donkey and continued to sing the song she had sung before.

"I have a donkey, but I never ride it. One day, I suddenly felt like riding it to the market. I had a whip in my hand, and I was feeling very proud."

"Ahhh, I didn't bring a whip, I didn't bring a whip! I'm just singing casually, brother donkey, you better walk steadily, if you really make me fall down and get covered in mud, I'll turn around and call ten big men with whips to surround you and whip you in circles!!!"

Donkey: Hey tui! You are the real living devil!

Qi Tiezui saw that the originally restless donkey suddenly calmed down, and looked at Zhang Xingxing with some surprise.

This, this is also OK...

"I have a donkey, and I ride it occasionally. One day, I suddenly felt like riding it to the mountains. I had a whip in my hand, and I was feeling very proud. If it throws me off, I will call ten people to whip you."

The cheerful singing voice soon and then slowly sounded, and it sounded quite special when combined with the clear sound of bells.