Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

Zhang Rishan could only say that he had some understanding of this isolated tomb.

This time, I came down here to find an opportunity to take away the chieftain's stone statue that Buddha used to make from a special stone ore, which was used to suppress something below.

It originally came from the ancient city of Tongjing, and after many years, it's time for it to return to Tongjing.

After successfully getting rid of Luo Que and the others, Zhang Rishan knew that the underground palace wouldn't last long, so he quickly jumped off the stone statue and headed straight for the candlestick.

They used the Zhang family's special methods to open the mechanism and retrieve the item.

Just as he turned to go back to the stone statue, he saw the little girl that Wu Xie had brought suddenly sway down from mid-air as the stone statue collapsed.

Instead of falling, she was caught in mid-air by a thin white silk thread as thin as a hair on her wrist!

It seems that she somehow managed to slide down to a certain part of the statue using the silk thread, but something went wrong and she is now unconscious.

If it weren't for the silk thread still wrapped around her left hand, she would probably have already fallen to the ground and been fed to the corpse beetles.

Stones continued to fall from the ceiling of the underground palace, and Ling Yue, hanging in mid-air, could be hit by a stone at any moment.

Zhang Rishan didn't have time to think. He took three steps at a time, grabbed the fishing line, and climbed up the stone statue.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that she was tightly gripping something in her right hand.

Without bothering to check, Zhang Rishan grabbed her waist and tried to climb up with her.

Unexpectedly, the fishing line in Zhang Rishan's hand snapped with a single pull.

If he hadn't been holding Ling Yue tightly around the waist, he would have already fallen.

Zhang Rishan: "!!!"

His composed and dignified expression instantly crumbled.

What kind of thread was that in her hand? It looked so thin, yet it supported the weight of two people at the same time without showing any sign of breaking.

At that moment, several large rocks fell from above. Zhang Rishan stepped on the stone statue and barely managed to dodge them with the two of them.

But this is by no means a long-term solution.

Zhang Rishan reached out, trying to grab the silk thread in Ling Yue's hand.

However, with just a slight touch, a thin, long cut appeared on his palm.

How can these threads be so sharp!

Ling Yue has too many secrets. Zhang Rishan glanced at the snow-white crocheted silk gloves on her hands.

I spent half a second thinking about whether I could take the gloves off her hands and put them on myself...

Zhang Rishan had a headache.

Half a minute later.

Zhang Rishan, panting, carried Ling Yue to a corner against the wall, tossed aside the clothes he had cut into strips again, and closed his eyes while holding his cut left hand.

He never imagined that he would ever be in such a sorry state!

Looking back at the white silk thread that he still didn't know how to retrieve, Zhang Rishan was even more troubled: What kind of mechanism is this?! Can it only be launched and not retrieved?

It's impossible!

Heaven knows how disheveled he was when he pried the arrow, with its silk thread embedded in the stone, out. Luckily, apart from the unconscious Ling Yue, no one else saw it.

Otherwise, he really would stay at home for ten or eight years before going out!

Moreover, Ling Yue's body was so thin that he didn't have much flesh. When I hugged him, I almost strained my arm muscles and hurt my back because of a moment of carelessness.

The only thing we can do now is to wake them up.

Taking her out directly is impossible, and it's not going to break his old bones either!

"Ling Yue, wake up! Wake up!" The underground palace was about to collapse onto their side, Zhang Rishan shouted a few times.

Remembering the slap Ling Yue had raised when he was hallucinating, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately raised his right hand...

The warm sun slanted slightly, and a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it an all-too-familiar smell of blood.

That's the smell of death.

"Why do you want to know if these flowers smell good?" The man, dressed in a python robe but without armor or a sword, sat on a tall horse, leaning slightly forward, a gentle smile on his refined and dignified face.

The crow's feet-like wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to carry the gentleness and composure bestowed by the years.

Ling Yue looked up at him, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

Suddenly, small, ash-like spots appeared on the man's light gold python robe, and they visibly expanded.

The mottled ashes came on fiercely, like a ferocious beast that brought destruction, roaring and devouring everything.

Men are like paper figures; once touched by flames, they are burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

In the end, only a blackened skeleton remained, sitting on a horse also engulfed in flames, its black, hole-like mouth opening and closing as if saying something to her.

A pair of hollow eyes, flickering with eerie green flames, stared intently at Ling Yue.

A sudden pang of pain shot through Ling Yue's heart...

"Ling Yue—!"

A sharp, real pain shot through her chest, forcibly pulling Ling Yue out of her chaotic consciousness. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked pale with pain, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Zhang Rishan glanced at his "Tomb Raider Finger" and silently withdrew his hand, his face returning to its usual calm and composed demeanor: "Ling Yue, you're awake? If you hadn't woken up, we would have been buried together down there."

Ling Yue's mind was in complete chaos, with countless fragments of memories flashing by so fast that they were impossible to grasp.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes unfocused, desperately trying to grasp them.

Even though they were all memories from a long time ago, why did they give her a strange sense of panic?

However, the collapsed underground palace did not allow her to delay any longer. Zhang Rishan pulled her to avoid the boulders rolling from the side. Ling Yue came to her senses and saw the snowflakes scattered on the ground.

By circulating her internal energy, she triggered the mechanism inside the bracelet, and Xue Si instantly shrank back.

He touched the ink bamboo, which was still hanging on the buckle of the waist bag at his lower back.

The fanny pack I bought specifically for this trip back was undamaged, and all the contents were still there.

After groping around for a while, Ling Yue finally remembered what had happened before he fainted.

Opening his right hand, which was unconsciously clenched, a remnant of a flower stem quickly turned to ash upon contact with the air.

Upon seeing the flower stem, Zhang Rishan couldn't hide his surprise and immediately grabbed her right hand: "Hidden Sea Flower?!"

Looking up and meeting Ling Yue's bewildered expression, Zhang Rishan frowned and murmured, "No wonder you suddenly fainted just now..."

The Tibetan sea flower is poisonous, and even Zhang Jia Qilin dares not linger in the Tibetan sea flower field for long.

The tribespeople who used to be responsible for picking Tibetan sea flowers in Kham often needed a long time to complete the picking task.

But Ling Yue doesn't have the Zhang family bloodline, so why was he able to remain unharmed and only fall into a coma after being poisoned by the Hidden Sea Flower?

He woke up so quickly by stimulating acupoints.

Zhang Rishan was completely baffled.

But that's not the most important thing right now. "Hurry, this place is about to collapse completely!"

Ling Yue silently got up and followed Zhang Rishan uphill.

Until the low hole where Ling Yue had discovered the special ore, Zhang Rishan bent down and crawled inside, and Ling Yue followed closely behind.

After entering, we walked along the cave for a while, and tree roots began to appear above the cave.

Zhang Rishan led the way outside with a flashlight and finally found a cave entrance.

When the two climbed out, they discovered that the exit was actually under the stove in the former Chen family stronghold.

"It seems that rats have already broken through this lonely tomb."

There were holes everywhere: the underground cave they had gone down into, the tree hole through which Chen Jinshui and Luo Que had climbed out, and this stove hole.

It's practically riddled with holes.

Zhang Rishan sighed, turned around, and looked at Ling Yue with scrutinizing eyes: "Ling Yue, who exactly are you?"

Along the way, Zhang Rishan thought a lot, and in the end, he could only think that Ling Yue might be the female Qilin of the Zhang family who had been lost.

After all, not everyone can withstand the toxicity of the Tibetan sea flower.

When ordinary people come into contact with the Tibetan sea flower, they will quickly fall into a state of suspended animation.

If no special antidote is given in time, the apparent death will turn into real death.

After a brief period of unconsciousness, Ling Yue walked freely without any abnormalities.

Ling Yue was in low spirits, and she was inexplicably preoccupied with the brief dream she had during her coma.

When asked the same question again, Ling Yue raised his eyes, met Zhang Rishan's gaze coldly, and asked in a flat tone, "Mr. Zhang, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Zhang Rishan's heart pounded, and a strange tension rose within him, as if he were waiting for an answer. His hand went limp, and the flashlight he was holding rolled to the ground.

He closed his eyes and sighed, "If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Turn around, try to straighten your shoulders and chest, and make yourself appear as calm and composed as usual.

However, his taut muscles and his almost crooked long legs inadvertently revealed his discomfort at the moment.

The half-exposed Qilin tattoo on his body became even clearer and more vibrant, all thanks to his emotions.

Feeling the intense gaze behind him, Zhang Rishan really wanted to rush back, shove his face in hers, and say: "Is it because I don't want to wear clothes? Is it because I don't want to? Ah!"