Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

Zhang Qilin's hands can no longer be simply described as beautiful or ugly.

The fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints and little flesh to fill them out.

At first glance, it appears to be forged from refined iron, exuding an absolute sense of power.

Ling Yue looked up at him as he presented a handful of stones to her.

The silent man lowered his eyelids, his expression so indifferent that he seemed devoid of any emotion a normal person should have, like a jade-carved ice statue.

Until she reached out and took the stone from his palm, her fingers accidentally brushed against his tomb raiding finger.

The Zhang family's ability to uncover secrets required absolute keenness to sift through thick layers of tomb bricks and detect the mechanisms from the smallest clues.

It was just a brief touch, but the feeling of the other person's fingers subconsciously surfaced in Zhang Qiling's mind: warm, soft, and delicate, with traces of specially trained flexibility.

After touching his fingers, Ling Yue mentally commented: It would probably take some effort to crush his finger bones.

In the silence, Ling Yue threw a few more stones. He had found it somewhat interesting just now, but now he suddenly found it uninteresting.

After discarding the remaining stones, Ling Yue clapped his hands, stood up, and prepared to return to his tent to rest.

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Zhang Qiling glanced at the stone he still had in his hand, which was mostly gone, and threw it away. He then got up and followed Ling Yue a few steps.

Ling Yue turned to look at him, but he just stood there without moving.

Ling Yue turned and continued walking, and he continued to follow, seemingly determined to wait for her to speak first.

Unfortunately, Ling Yue felt she didn't want to talk tonight, so she ignored the "talk to me" aura that he was trying to exude and went straight back to her tent, regardless of whether he followed her or not.

After a few seconds of hesitation, when the silent man lifted the curtain and followed him in, Ling Yue immediately unzipped his coat and began to take off his clothes.

The clothes were given to him by the woman in the leather jacket. The outer layer was a regular windbreaker, but the black long-sleeved shirt underneath was a bit tight, clearly outlining Ling Yue's curves.

In addition, her fair skin creates an even more striking visual impact from the clash of these two pure colors.

Silent Bottle: "???"

Silent One: "!!!"

With a whoosh, the tent flap was lifted again, and the sound of someone leaving was a bit chaotic.

Ling Yue chuckled, tossed his coat onto the stool beside him, ripped off his hair tie, ran his hands through his hair to smooth it, then turned and went to bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and went to sleep.

After a while, the footsteps sounded again.

Lighter and more discreet.

Footsteps stopped outside the tent, followed by the sound of the curtain being slowly drawn closed.

The moment I heard footsteps, I was jolted awake from my light sleep, thinking he was trying to sneak in and do something.

Ling Yue, whose vigilance was already at its peak: "..."

No, is there really nothing wrong with his mind?

The silent man felt a little better after secretly helping his brother's sweetheart with the most basic privacy and security measures, but only a little.

He returned to the corner he had been in before, saw the empty stool, and took a step toward it.

But then he looked away and found a flat rock to sit on.

Staring blankly at the lake.

after an hour.

Zhang Qilin blinked, looked around, then sat down and quietly sorted out his thoughts while gazing at the lake.

Unlike the brief period when my body was controlled last time, this time it will last much longer.

The events that occurred during the time that consciousness bestowed "divine gifts" upon him would also be compiled into memories and appear normally in his mind after the other party left.

Zhang Qilin stood up, preparing to return to his tent to rest.

When the "divine gift" was given to him, that consciousness did four things in total.

Daydreaming, following Ling Yue, picking up stones, secretly unzipping the tent.

You can tell at a glance that he's not the kind of guy who's going to do anything big.

Then it'll be fine.

Three minutes later.

Looking at the familiar handwriting and wording, Zhang Qilin doubted for less than a second before accepting that the consciousness he had been "given" to twice recently was actually another version of himself from ten years in the future.

But even if you accept it, why deliberately make things difficult for him?

The note that had just been pulled from his pocket read:

Ten years later, you are me. (A question is asked to Ling Yue:) What are you looking for?

They even wrote down exactly how to ask the questions; it seems quite considerate.

However, after reading the note...

Zhang Qilin's expression was like this: (=_=)

You've been squatting for so long and followed him around several times, yet you haven't even asked him a question, but instead you're making things difficult for him?

Early the next morning, Qiu Dekao's men carried Wu Xie, Wang Pangzi, Panzi, and Xie Yuchen, who had been brought back the previous evening, out of the mountain with Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin.

Qiu Dekao himself was also there, and his expression was completely relaxed and at ease now, compared to the vague tension and unease he had shown yesterday.

I quietly observed the surrounding scenery the whole way.

It seemed as if this was the last time he would so leisurely and comfortably appreciate the beauty of this landscape.

Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin walked beside Wu Xie's stretcher. Wu Xie woke up on the way down the mountain and looked at the blue sky and white clouds with some confusion.

After a moment, he turned around and saw Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin. He breathed a sigh of relief and called out in a hoarse voice, "Ling Yue, Brother."

The sound was quite soft, almost a breath.

However, Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin both heard it and turned to look at him.

Wu Xie felt relaxed and extremely at ease, even though his whole body ached as if he were being pricked by needles.

Then he thought of his childhood friend and quickly asked again, "Where's Xiaohua?"

Ling Yue glanced back at Zhang Qilin and saw that the other man had his hands in his pockets, head down, and eyes lowered, not knowing whether he was looking at the road or daydreaming.

He didn't seem like the type to answer Wu Xie's questions, so he had to speak up himself: "He was found yesterday evening."

However, he doesn't seem to be in very good condition.

Ling Yue didn't pay special attention, but he vaguely heard people mention that he had inhaled too much poisonous gas and when he was found, it seemed that he had fallen off a cliff and half of his body was submerged in the stream.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late to find it, preventing the poison from penetrating the lungs and damaging the body.

The broken bones in his body also received timely emergency treatment.

It is said that Qiu Dekao has already notified the Xie family, and they should be able to arrive in the village today to pick up the person and send them to a hospital in the capital for further treatment.

With all the people he cared about back, Wu Xie felt much more at ease, but the thought of those who went in and never came out again weighed heavily on his mind.

When the group returned to the village, they were in a real flurry of activity.

Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi were both sent to the village chief A Gui's house, where A Gui's daughter Yun Cai helped take care of them.

Panzi's injuries were more serious, and he had to be taken to the hospital. Before they even entered the village, another group of people continued to take him to the nearest large hospital.

Xie Yuchen was temporarily taken care of in a separate house by his childhood sweetheart, Huo Xiuxiu, who had been waiting in the village. They were waiting for the Xie family to arrive before heading back to the capital.

When Wu Xie and his group arrived in the village, they stayed at the village chief's house. Now, Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin are also staying here.

Yun Cai was busy running around, almost dizzy from all the work, but she still remembered to bring Ling Yue and Zhang Qilin a change of clothes each, and told them that the bathroom downstairs had hot water ready, and they could go down and use it anytime.

Seeing that Zhang Qilin looked like he was going to stay in his room and grow mushrooms from now on, Ling Yue didn't need any fake politeness. He just grabbed his clothes and went downstairs to take a shower.

When he came out, there was no one in the courtyard. Ling Yue didn't stay outside either. After returning to his room and closing the door, he heard the door next door being opened.

Then a footstep was heard walking by, going downstairs, heading towards the bathroom.

Ling Yue: "..."

Does it look like he's deliberately avoiding her?