Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

On the third day, the young man who had been in a coma with a high fever suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed a hand that was holding alcohol to wipe his body, which scared the Zhang family doctor who was sent by the elders to watch over him.

The young man regained consciousness and saw the hand he was holding, and he immediately let go. The doctor looked at the red fingerprints on his hand, and quickly put his numb hand behind his back and shook it.

You know what, this guy is quite strong.

The young man saw the doctor's actions, pursed his lips, and whispered in embarrassment.

"Feel sorry."

The doctor didn't care about the young man's previous behavior. Why would he bother with a clan leader who was not even 30 years old? So he quickly waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. As soon as he put the alcohol in his hand back into the medicine box, he saw that the clan leader with a Kirin tattoo had already started to put on his clothes and picked up a knife to go out.

There was no way to stop him. Just as he was about to stop him, the patriarch, who he thought was still a kid, stared him down to the ground.

The first thing the young man did when he woke up was to go find Zhang Haike with a knife. Finally, he knocked Zhang Haike over in front of a tomb in the back mountain with the handle of the knife, knocking over the candied haws and sugar cubes that Zhang Haike had just placed in front of the tomb and had asked someone to buy them today.

Zhang Haike: ? ?

Zhang Haike was sitting on the ground, looking up at the lively clan leader. He wanted to praise the young man for his quick recovery, but he saw the clan leader staring at him with resentment, so he swallowed the words back.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the candied haws on the ground, and in an instant, memories flooded into his mind like a tide, reminding him of the scene when he and Xingxing met in the bustling city of Changsha. He couldn't help but sigh at the wonderful arrangement of fate.

But when he thought about how the gift Zhang Xingxing gave him after many years was finally ruined by this guy Zhang Haike, and how this guy had never revealed any information about Zhang Xingxing to him who had lost his memory for so many years, he was so angry that he wanted to punch the guy on the ground twice more.

If... he had known this earlier... right? Then they wouldn't have wasted so much time. When he thought of this, his resentment almost burst through the sky.

Acting according to his heart, this time the young man did not use a knife but chose to punch and kick Zhang Haike, and each move was specifically aimed at Zhang Haike's face. Not long after, Zhang Haike stood in front of the tomb with a pair of panda eyes, blocking the patriarch, and said aggressively.

"Zhang Qiling, what the hell are you crazy about? If you want to fight, go fight somewhere else, not here!"

Zhang Qiling looked at the miserable appearance of this man who was beaten and staggered in front of the fake Zhang Xingxing's grave to protect it. With mixed feelings, he couldn't help but curse.

"You idiot, you are so stupid."

Then, he raised the knife and swung it vigorously. The next second, Zhang Haike saw a heartbreaking scene - the tombstone was broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. Zhang Haike's mind was blank in an instant, as if time had frozen at this moment. The next second, he was instantly broken, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable anger and collapse, and he roared loudly.

"What are you doing! Do you know who is in there?!? Zhang Qiling, are you crazy!..."

"I know."

Facing Zhang Haike's angry roar, Zhang Qiling seemed unusually calm. He stared at Zhang Haike closely and spoke in a calm tone.

Zhang Qiling's answer was like a sharp sword, pushing back Zhang Haike's words. He murmured in disbelief.

"You know... you know? Did the elders tell you? No, they won't tell you. You remember it, don't you?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, and Zhang Haike saw the sincerity and warmth in the clan leader's dark eyes when he mentioned the saint, and he knew that what the young man said was true. Because only she could make those long empty and cold eyes become particularly lively.

But Zhang Haike was even more puzzled. If he remembered, why did he treat the tomb of the saint like this? When the young man heard what Zhang Haike asked carelessly, he looked at the tomb with disdain, not knowing what kind of ghost thing was buried there.

"It's fake. Xingxing is still alive in Changsha."

When Zhang Haike heard the clan leader's words, his eyes widened, not knowing whether he should be shocked by the news first.

"How do you know this is fake? And how do you know the Saint is in Changsha? I was clearly with you in Changsha."

Zhang Qiling glanced at Zhang Haike, who suddenly became very talkative, sighed, and answered.

"I told you before, it's fake. I saw it in Changsha, and she gave it to me."

After listening to the patriarch's answer, Zhang Haike tried hard to understand it, and then he dug out from his memory the patriarch's words that were false when he came out holding the body of the saint. But no one believed it at the time, and they all thought that he was just talking nonsense because he couldn't accept it.

But how could he not know about the candied haws? Wait, could it be the candied haws that his brother brought back? Thinking of this, Zhang Haike turned his head and looked at the unhappy face of his family head.

Uh...it can't be such a coincidence.

Zhang Haike suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately changed the subject, trying to divert the patriarch's attention.

"Is the Saint okay?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at the person who was trying to change the subject and saw the panda eyes on his face. He paused and thought that he had already been beaten, so he chose to let the matter go.

He tried to think about the scene when he met Zhang Xingxing. The clothes she wore were made of good material and she bought a lot of things. But when he thought of her childish and obviously underage appearance, he felt a little uncertain.

So the young man nodded and then shook his head.

Zhang Haike, who was waiting for the clan leader’s reply: …