Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

After Qin Henian finished speaking, there was no sound around him. Even though the weather was gloomy and the wind was still gentle, there was not even the sound of insects chirping in the surrounding bushes.

"You really won't come out yourself?"

"If I come looking for you, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself. After all, you've been watching us for so long, and I have a short temper!"

Qin Henian spoke to himself calmly, his beastly aura pressing down on the direction he wanted to attack!

Meanwhile, facing the black-clad man who had been hiding safely in the woods, the sudden, intense pain caused his knees and calves to tremble, forcing him to his knees. Cold sweat poured from his body and forehead...

"Who are you?"

A hoarse sound, like that of a broken bellows, came from the woods.

Qin Henian's ears twitched, and a big smile appeared on his lips.

Hmph! You little punk, I'm one of the oldest divine beasts. A wild, unawakened trash beast thinks it can defy me... No way!

There aren't even windows, let alone doors!

Qin Henian, despite his beastly nature, still possessed a certain arrogance. Upon hearing the sound coming from the forest, he quickly lifted his leg and moved towards the source of the sound, still clinging to his beastly aura.

"I didn't expect you to be a disabled beast~"

After walking through some bushes and through the low-lying, leafy branches, Qin Henian saw a man kneeling on the ground, wearing a black shirt, with one shoulder much shorter than the other.

"Judging from your appearance, you seem to know this village very well. You must have been guarding this village for quite some time. I'm very curious about what secrets this place you're guarding holds!"

Qin Henian looked down, a curious expression on his face, and spoke softly.

"who are you?"

The man didn't answer; he simply looked up, revealing his face.

The man has striking, well-defined features and a good face shape, though his shoulders have some flaws. Even in a crowd, he's still a standout.

"I am your ancestor!"

Qin Henian wasn't particularly interested in the large beast cub in front of him; he just wanted to know why people were monitoring them.

The man silently endured the pain in his body. He didn't know whether he should curse back, since the other person had insulted his ancestors. But in reality, he couldn't beat the other person, so he could only lower his head and remain silent.

"Another taciturn guy!"

Qin Henian was speechless. He felt that it was difficult to communicate with the person in front of him. The person did not respond when he spoke, and did not come out when he asked for help. Wasn't it obvious that the person did not like him and was not interested in him?

Raising his hand and spreading his palm, Qin Henian slowly brought his right hand close to the head of the child kneeling on the ground.

Access memories!

Soul Searching Technique!

A faint golden-red light slanted down from the palm of his hand toward the top of his head, enveloping his entire body.

Meanwhile, the three people on the second floor had just finished dealing with the situation. They pried open the door and stepped inside. Looking at the dusty and grimy state of the room, it was clear that no one had lived there for a long time.

The entire house was made of wood, and inside were some of the common household items such as tables, chairs, beds, farm tools, washbasins, and other daily necessities, all covered with a thick layer of dust...

"Young man, you... you must have been a farmer before, with so many farming tools at home. Do you remember how much land you owned in the village?"

Fatty Wang looked around the room, and finally his gaze fell on the farm tools hanging behind the door. He pondered and guessed.

"A farmer? Fatty, are you serious? How could someone as amazing as you be a farmer?"

Wu Xie was somewhat skeptical of what Fatty Wang said. Based on his understanding of Zhang Qilin, how could such a skilled tomb raider who made so much money be involved in rural development?

Even if it was something someone did after losing their memory, they were probably just being fooled!

Yes, aside from Zhang Qilin's fighting prowess, in Wu Xie's mind, the other party was a level 10 disabled person in daily life and a simple-minded and easily fooled person.

"Not a farmer? Then he's probably a martial arts master who also works part-time as a family heirloom thief!"

Fatty Wang continued to speculate, because when he turned his head, he saw many more broken sticks, rusty and broken knives, and other such items placed in the room...

"Alright, you fatso, if you can't guess, then don't guess. What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

Wu Xie paced around the room, annoyed, and retorted to all of Wang Pangzi's guesses.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qilin, who had been searching the room for half a day, suddenly stopped in front of a wall. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, and his hand unconsciously reached for the wall panel. Suddenly, his fingernail scratched at a spot.

pat!

With a bang, a panel of the wooden wall fell off, revealing a groove in the middle of the inner panel. Inside was a magnet-like object. Zhang Qilin reached out, picked it up, and examined it closely.

The magnet was an oddly shaped piece with a picture engraved on its back. The picture was of a phoenix soaring with its head raised. It looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

Unable to recall, Zhang Qilin didn't dwell on it and simply put the item in his pocket. He continued searching the room, his gaze eventually landing on the bare, dilapidated wooden bed.

After staring at it for a long time, Zhang Qilin stepped forward, squatted down, bent his arm and stretched it out to reach under the bed. After a while, he pulled out an iron box from under the bed.

"Hey buddy, what's that in your hand?"

Wu Xie glanced around the room and, seeing nothing amiss, looked towards Zhang Qilin. He noticed Zhang Qilin had just pulled a large, silver-white iron box from under the bed and became curious.

"Danger, take it away!"

Zhang Qilin stared at the iron box in his hand for a while, then, after hearing Wu Xie ask him a question, he shared his thoughts and then fell silent.

"Fine, take it if you want, it's your stuff anyway."

"I see there's not much left in this house. It's probably uninhabitable now. Let's go back now that we've seen it all."

"Hey buddy, fat guy, let's go!"

Wu Xie felt he had explored the house thoroughly, and considering its old condition, it wasn't habitable. He quickly called Zhang Qilin to leave.

On the other side, in the small grove outside the house, Qin Henian's hand rested on the man's body, his mind playing through all of the man's memories from birth to the present.

In his memory, this man was born in a village. He had a capable father and a mother who was a fisherwoman. When he was six or seven years old, his father left and his mother died. Later, he was found and taken away by someone who claimed to be from his father's family and given the name "Zhang Qilin". Then came constant training, day after day, year after year, until he won the championship in a training competition decades ago and was then released to do missions. His mission was to monitor the Zhang Family Ancient Building in Banna and prevent any outsiders from entering the Zhang Family Ancient Building. If anyone had already entered the outer perimeter of the Zhang Family Ancient Building, he had to follow the requirements in his mission information to activate the mechanism and eliminate any outsiders who wanted to enter the building.

"Zhang Qilin's" mission was to guard Banna. Over the years, he controlled a small group of villagers to monitor outsiders, while he himself kept watch over the village from a hidden location. Many suspicious people who came to the village over the years were eliminated by "Zhang Qilin" without anyone noticing.

In his memory... Qin Henian also saw the archaeological team that had come to Banna camped on a flat lakeside on a rainy night. The rain was drizzling down, and several people dressed somewhat like the Yao people from this village, carrying machetes and weapons, attacked the archaeological team in the rain and lightning...

A string of memories floated through Qin Henian's mind like flowing water. Qin Henian only looked at some of the important ones, and he would study the others slowly when he had time.

"Illegitimate children born from marriages outside the family have diluted bloodlines."

With a sigh, Qin Henian muttered these words to himself, thinking that it would be better to leave the person to Little Qilin to handle, as he found it troublesome.