Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

When Ling Yue was carrying Zhang Rishan on the road, he touched Zhang Rishan's forehead with his chin and noticed that Zhang Rishan was experiencing hypothermia due to excessive blood loss.

But seeing that he was in good spirits the whole way, Ling Yue simply assumed that his special bloodline made him different from ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, after being energetic all the way here, he suddenly fainted before he could even stand for a short while.

Ling Yue tentatively released her grip on the green crystal, but even after she let go, the green crystal still seemed to be stuck to the hydra cypress tree.

Ling Yue then squatted down, helped Zhang Rishan up, and sat him down against a nearby rock.

Just as they were about to pick up the blood-sucking ore that had fallen to the ground and rolled a distance away after Zhang Rishan fainted, the vines of the Nine-Headed Cypress, which had spread all over the place, began to wither and break.

Ling Yue was startled and turned to look at the green crystal.

Just then, I saw the green crystal lose its last bit of green, turning into transparent white, and fall from the trunk of the Hydra Cypress. When it hit the ground, it made a crisp cracking sound.

Countless fragments shimmered with starlight in the dim light.

Like shards of glass scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, the hydra cypress withered more and more rapidly, and the vines that were tens of meters long dried up and withered in the blink of an eye.

Some of them couldn't bear their own weight and broke into pieces of dry wood, falling down from above.

This nine-headed cypress has reigned supreme here for over a thousand years. Its countless vines are its hunting tentacles. The thickest branches supporting the vines are as thick as ten people can encircle, while the thinnest are the size of a water bucket.

Normally, they lie obediently beneath the sand layer, supporting this underground space.

Now they are withering and breaking off one after another, falling from the sky with a force no less than that of a tall building collapsing!

The withering, drained of life force, is like a terrible, irreversible wind; wherever the wind blows, the hydra cypress tree is left in a state of deathly decay.

Its collapse was faster than she had imagined!

Ling Yue could already imagine the catastrophe that would ensue as this overlord collapsed and the sand that poured into the entire underground space.

No one could survive such a massive backflow of water across almost the entire desert!

Ling Yue gasped, no longer caring about picking up any more bloodsucking ore.

He grabbed Zhang Rishan by the waist with one hand, pushed off with his feet, and soared into the air, stepping on the constantly cracking and collapsing trunk of the Nine-Headed Cypress, rushing towards the point where its crown and trunk intersect.

Fortunately, the memories gleaned from the funeral song were accurate. At the last moment, Ling Yue saw the gem left to posterity by the last priest of Gutongjing.

The gemstone is oval-shaped, about the size of a fist, and as red as a ball of fire.

Even after years of silence here, it still shines with a unique brilliance.

Without taking a closer look, sand began to pour down from above like a heavy rain. Ling Yue grabbed the gemstone and stuffed it into his waist pouch.

At the same time, as the tree trunk beneath his feet cracked and slowly collapsed to one side, his left hand activated the mechanism of the silk-wrapping bracelet.

Thirty meters of snowflakes shot out, wedging against one side of the stone wall. Ling Yue, carrying Zhang Rishan, flew directly over the sea of ​​corpse beetles piled up several meters deep beneath their feet.

Fortunately, just in case, I brought the unconscious Zhang Rishan up with me when we climbed the tree.

Otherwise, the sudden loss of life and withering of the Nine-Headed Cypress would have disturbed the hundreds of thousands, even millions, of carrion beetles that had thrived on this tree for over two thousand years.

The carrion beetle swarm stirred, and the insects surged and crawled like a black tide.

If Zhang Rishan had been lying down there, he would probably have become the first snack for the corpse beetle swarm on their escape route.

While secretly relieved, Ling Yue dared not be careless, struggling to navigate through the constantly collapsing giant tree branches, the overwhelming white sand that could block out the sun, and the large-scale collapse of the rock layers that shook and rolled down.

They either dodge and jump over pebbles, or leap directly over snowflakes, while in mid-air they must also be wary of rocks and tree trunks that may fall from above at any time.

The Hydra Cypress is absolutely enormous!

It took more than an hour of running before the vines of the Hydra cypress finally stopped falling on us.

However, even a little bit of the sand that flows back and the rocks that collapse overhead would be enough to give Ling Yue a hard time.

In her hasty escape, she suddenly remembered that Zhang Rishan had taken her away when she was unconscious.

Now that things have turned around, she can be considered to have repaid Zhang Rishan's life-saving grace.

"cough!"

Sand can be light or heavy; you can avoid large gusts of quicksand, but you can't avoid the dust that floats everywhere in the air.

Ling Yue coughed violently, squinting as he tried to block the sand and dust with his eyelashes so that he could see as far as possible.

The stones crashed down from above, shattering and exploding like bullets upon impact. Ling Yue had lost count of how many wounds he had sustained.

She immediately took off her coat and haphazardly wrapped it around Zhang Rishan's head.

The original posture of holding his waist has been changed to a posture of "clamping" him down as he runs.

He didn't care whether he had been found dead or not. Ling Yue was covered in dust and dirt, and from time to time, he had to take a gamble because his vision was obstructed. He would close his eyes and rush forward by feeling.

Fortunately, he won nine out of ten bets.

With one last desperate leap, he forcefully squeezed every last drop of internal energy from his dantian and leaped towards the opening above, where sunlight streamed in...

boom--!

On the abandoned road, buried under white sand with only a few traces remaining, two people fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Rishan was forced to wake up amidst a suffocating sensation and excruciating pain. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness tinged with faint light.

He was stunned for a moment, then touched himself and realized that his head was covered by a black sports jacket like a ball.

He fumbled around trying to untie the knot, but after three seconds, Zhang Rishan just started pulling at it haphazardly.

The knot is so tangled that it can't be untied!

Fortunately, it was just a coat, not a real bag.

Soon, Zhang Rishan ripped off his coat, shook his head, and amidst the white sand fluttering down from above, he saw a huge, bottomless pit.

He himself lay on the edge of the pit.

If he had rolled just a few centimeters to the right when he woke up, he wouldn't be on the edge of the pit now, but at the bottom.

Even Zhang Rishan, who had seen many dangers in the tomb, couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear at this moment.

He immediately turned around and went to find Ling Yue.

Upon closer inspection, I was shocked again.

Zhang Rishan: "Ling Yue!"

Where is he? He's disappeared! Could he have really fallen?

Zhang Rishan tried to get up, but the pain all over his body made his muscles twitch and he couldn't exert any strength.

He managed to roll over and try to get up, but at that moment, someone grabbed his ankle and patted it reassuringly.

Zhang Rishan was terrified.

Turning my head, I saw a hand wearing a gold bracelet with intricate openwork carving protruding from under the white sand on my other side.

The white sand stirred, and under Zhang Rishan's witness, a head emerged, half of it peeking out.

His head seemed to shake just so he could see him.

After making its presence felt, it quietly slumped down again. At the same time, a hoarse female voice softly said, "Don't make noise, go to sleep for a while."

She was exhausted!

Moreover, the excessive strain on her internal energy in her dantian has caused her excruciating pain both inside and out.

Ling Yue felt like he was a vase covered in cracks, and that even a slightly loud voice could shatter him.

Zhang Rishan heard that she was finally able to speak, although her voice was as soft as a breeze, at least she could still speak.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his strength gave out. He lay on the ground like a turtle, tilting his head and turning his face to look at her hair covered in white sand.

As he watched, Zhang Rishan couldn't help but chuckle, "Hey, Ling Yue, why are you just like Wu Xie, blowing up one of the next tombs!"

Ling Yue, who was still recovering his inner strength, was displeased upon hearing this. "When did I blow up any tombs? I only went down a few in total!"

Zhang Rishan ignored the pain and had no intention of sitting up to check his injuries, so he lay there comfortably.

He even pulled off his jacket, which he had just thrown away, to shield himself from the sun: "Yeah, you said you only dropped three, and all three are gone. A 100% chance of the graves exploding, isn't that enough?"

Ling Yue was speechless: "Zhang Rishan, you're just accusing me of something I don't care about. The City Lord's Underground Palace was blown up by Su Nan for Wu Xie's sake. You ordered the Guling Mausoleum to be blown up. This place was built by the Nine-Headed Cypress, which had served as a beam and pillar for over a thousand years, but it just gave up."

When she got to the last one, her voice sounded a little hesitant.

After all, it was really her who did it.

Zhang Rishan smiled, turned over, and looked at the huge pit that was once again filled with white sand: Gutongjing had just disappeared.

Perhaps centuries from now, someone will discover the remaining buildings and, once again, just like the Buddha did back then.

They led a team to restore it, attempting to uncover secrets hidden for thousands of years.

Or perhaps, it will simply be filled and swallowed up by the white desert, never to reappear.