Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

Zhang Qilin was the first to wake up; the doctor hadn't even arrived yet.

After he woke up, he sat there in silence for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

Ling Yue didn't disturb him and just sat down to meditate beside him.

She could feel Zhang Qilin's gaze occasionally lingering briefly on her face before quickly looking away.

Doctors, nurses, and others came and went inside the tent.

They gave Wu Xie and Fatty Wang sedatives.

After a long period of tension and physical exhaustion, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang's muscles were almost stiff as stone, and they could not relax even in their sleep.

After that, we performed lung lavage on them to neutralize the alkaline toxins.

Panzi's situation was more complicated. The doctor only gave him simple external wound bandaging and oxygen to ensure that his condition would not worsen.

Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin didn't leave the tent until someone came to call them for dinner.

Everyone else was unconscious, and Zhang Qilin didn't seem like the type to speak on his own initiative.

Remembering Panzi's dying words, Ling Yue still went to the woman in the leather jacket to talk about Xie Yuchen.

The woman in the leather jacket was quite straightforward, saying directly that they would send people to search the back mountain.

This group is quite efficient. Ling Yue had just finished serving his rice when the group came back noisily.

A person was being carried on a makeshift stretcher.

As the crowd moved about, Ling Yue immediately recognized Xie Yuchen from the faint pink glimpse peeking out from the stretcher.

That person really loves pink and white, and the outfit I prepared for her was entirely in those two colors from head to toe.

Even the crabapple blossoms embroidered on the waist bag are pink Malus spectabilis.

Now that Zhang Qilin was awake and didn't seem particularly wary of the group, Ling Yue stopped keeping an eye on Wu Xie and the others.

After dinner, Ling Yue asked the woman in the leather jacket for a clean set of clothes that hadn't been worn before, and then took a comfortable shower.

It was a hot shower, surprisingly.

This group of people came to the mountains not like they were tomb raiders, but more like they were camping together.

As night fell, the foreigners in the camp began their happy time again, eating barbecue, drinking, gambling, and shooting competitions.

There were also several couples cuddling and being affectionate.

Ling Yue did not show the shock and restraint that people in ancient times should have. If you had to ask her to express a few words of sentiment about this,

She could probably only shake her head and say: This group of people are playing too crudely, without any tricks or beauty.

Ling Yue casually picked up a small stool that no one was sitting on, found a relatively quiet corner, put the stool down, and sat there to look at the lake.

There were no stars or moon tonight, and the brightly lit campsite only made the lake appear even darker.

Actually, there is nothing good to see.

But Ling Yue just wanted to find a corner, quietly enjoy the slightly chilly evening breeze, look at the uninteresting scenery, clear his mind, and not think about anything.

She just suddenly felt a little tired.

In this emotional state, if she doesn't clear her mind and stop thinking about anything...

Ling Yue was afraid that she would think too many things she shouldn't.

For example, the mysteries of this world are too deep and too complex.

Can she really clear away the fog and find the path she's looking for all by herself?

Suddenly, there was a feeling of being alone in the vast universe, searching and struggling.

A moth, attracted by the reflection of lights on the lake, suddenly fell into the water and frantically flapped its wings.

As it struggled, the water's surface rippled with a few shallow waves.

But only there.

It thought it was heading towards the light, but the real economy was heading towards a lake that could easily swallow it up.

The moth quickly stopped struggling; the ripples it had created with all its might had long since disappeared.

Ling Yue's hand instinctively reached for the bamboo that lay across his leg.

She knew the patterns on every single bamboo joint by heart...

Light footsteps approached slowly.

The footsteps sounded unfamiliar, but Ling Yue knew who it was.

Speaking of which, Boss Xie's footsteps were also very light.

But his lightness has a unique charm, which is probably related to his childhood experience of learning to sing opera.

The person's footsteps were light, yet they were driven by a hunting instinct.

Approaching slowly and quietly, with an air of patient lurking.

Even though he had no intention of hunting at that moment.

Ling Yue suddenly realized that if he went hunting, even the most alert and timid mouse would not be able to escape.

Ok……

So is he a cat?

Thinking of this, Ling Yue couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, picked up a stone from the side, and threw it into the lake.

The kind that doesn't require internal force or clever techniques.

It was as if she were just an ordinary person without martial arts skills.

Believe it or not, it got lost quite far.

Ling Yue thought of the children he had seen skipping stones on the riverbank, and after a moment's thought, he looked down and found a few relatively thin stones nearby.

Without getting up, he moved his feet, dragging his small stool toward the lake.

This posture is really strange.

This is especially true for someone like Ling Yue, who is quite elegant and aloof in both appearance and temperament.

But anyone with independent thought has the right to be willful occasionally.

Ling Yue had never played this kind of game before, and he didn't use any special techniques. When he first threw it in, it was a soft plop and nothing came out.

She didn't care and continued to find the right angle to throw the stone pieces towards the water.

One, two, three, plop—

There's been progress, not bad at all.

One, two, plop—

Never mind, it must be because that rock was too fat.

One, two, three...

Zhang Qilin, who had been standing by for a while, saw that she was having a lot of fun. After hesitating for a moment, he bent down and found a few suitable stones for her as well.

After Ling Yue threw the stone in his hand, he squatted down and handed it to him.

—The fat man said that when people are in a good mood, they can blurt out everything they don't usually want to say.

I hope she can feel as good as possible.

Zhang Qilin is a master of concealment; if he wants to hide something, even a black bear might not be able to see through it.

But recently, Zhang Qilin has suddenly found life in Yuchun a bit difficult to endure.

Because he secretly defiled his brother's sweetheart in his dream.

This really puzzled him.

For the past two weeks, Zhang Qilin has spent every moment of mental blankness thinking about this matter.

He began to recall and analyze, bit by bit.

For example, it's understandable that he might dream about being trapped in an ancient building.

After all, it was a fairly thrilling experience that he had gone through with Fatty Wuxie. Zhang Qilin took out a psychological analysis book that was being used to stuff table legs from Fatty Wang.

As described in detail above, when a person goes from a life full of ups and downs to one of ordinariness, their body seems to have adapted to an overly comfortable and peaceful environment.

But in reality, the human brain and nervous system have not yet adapted.

For example, he automatically completed the dialogue between Wu Xie and Fatty in his dream.

These belong to the self-consistency of dreams.

But why did he imagine Ling Yue carrying him out of the secret chamber? And why was his imagination so detailed...?

This question immediately blocked all of Zhang Qilin's thoughts, causing him to collapse.

But that's all there is to it.

Although I am somewhat distressed that there is such a shameful side to my nature, and I feel a little ashamed of Wu Xie, it is just a dream.

That's probably what the fat guy meant when he said, "Who hasn't secretly done some shameful little bad things?"

Does this count as one of them?

But when I see Wu Xie, especially when I see Wu Xie lost in thought, I can't help but feel the longing and sorrow on his face.

Zhang Qilin knew he was thinking about her again.

This realization made Zhang Qilin unable to help but despise his own character once again.

Zhang Qilin actually wanted to avoid Wuxie, but the only person he could turn to for help, Hei Xiazi, had been busy with something lately.

I tried to find my phone by prying it out from under the bed, but after a week of trying, I couldn't find a single contact in the service area.

Fortunately, as time went by, Zhang Qilin felt much better as long as he didn't think about it intentionally.

Until this time.

This time, Zhang Qilin could clearly remember that he had not slept.

He simply opened the window with Wuxie Fatty, watched the snowflakes fall outside, and then soaked in the bathtub that Wuxie had made himself from yellow mud and wooden planks.

Wu Xie and Fatty were discussing Wu Xie's idea to build a house, and the design was his graduation project from university.

It feels a bit cobbled together, and the brushstrokes are quite immature and unskilled.

Zhang Qilin is always difficult to comment on, but it's actually quite good that Wu Xie is so proactive in doing what he wants to do.

So before Wu Xie thought of asking him for his opinion, Zhang Qilin fixed his gaze on the crooked eaves outside the window, on a wind chime that Wu Xie had hung there.

Just like he always does when he wants to clear his mind, he finds a point out of focus, then emptys his mind and blocks out most of the surrounding sounds.

However, just watching the wind chimes and listening to them sway gently in the breeze and make a soft sound as they are touched by snowflakes is all it takes.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qilin realized that something was wrong.

This is not a dream.