Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Above the winding, staggered steps of Hidden Life, a wondrous phenomenon unfolds.

Every so often, without fail, a little Zhang Qiling, dressed in a hoodie and wearing a hoodie, would randomly appear, looking like a mushroom.

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Zhang Qiling sat there quietly, gazing blankly into the distance, seemingly lost in a daze, a deep thinker.

This body has now recovered to be extremely strong, even fantastic! ↗

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As long as they stop recklessly squandering the incredibly precious Qilin blood like tap water, as before...

I will no longer torture myself like a showerhead, letting all sorts of serious injuries ravage my body.

So, thanks to the occasional feedings everyone has given us during this time in Hidden Life, and the strange and wonderful things we've found...

The substantial capital they've accumulated, coupled with the extensive knowledge and rich experience of being a member of the Zhang family, is enough to establish a formidable reputation for "Northern Mute."

However… perhaps because of some unspeakable concerns deep in his heart, Xiao Zhang Qiling's future plans had taken shape, but he had yet to put them into practice.

Instead, he chose to remain inactive for the time being, taking advantage of this rare period of leisure to rest and recuperate.

Of course, everyone is happy to see this happen. No one is urging minors to rest properly, so why the rush?

There's going to be a lot of trouble later. Every day less is a day less work, especially since that old man is eyeing the little Qilin's gatekeeping duties so covetously!

When they had nothing to do on weekdays, Xiao Guan and Xian Zai'er Xian Gege's people would gather together. After the two of them got together...

They always enthusiastically discussed issues related to the expansion of bloodline abilities.

For example, is it feasible to materialize something, such as summoning a powerful or flying Vermilion Bird using blood as a catalyst?

For example, how to control the special properties of Qilin blood in exorcising evil spirits and warding off poison, and protect oneself in critical moments?

Flowing less but spreading farther is also a skill, OK?

As for actual combat, is there any evil spirit summoned by the Yiling Patriarch in that tomb?

Experimental materials were plentiful, and they could even evolve! Intrigued, they practiced in the arena, making a racket, going back and forth, training with great enthusiasm.

Everyone expressed their opinions, and when it came to professional matters, interest was the best teacher. Xiao Zhang Qiling became quite talkative as well.

Because of this, Wei Wuxian suddenly had a grand ambition and made a decision that went against the Zhang family's ancestors, turning little Zhang Qiling from an autistic person into a chatterbox.

As a result, the effort was too much. Unexpectedly, the future talkative official's destructive power not only has strict triggering conditions, but also has a strong impact on the eyes!

Xianzai'er: I was careless! ↗

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Indeed, the Zhang family's ancestors had their reasons...

Hey sir, please shut up! I didn't say you were being too talkative, it was unbearable to watch!

We want you to be lively and cheerful, not a social terrorist, or someone who's ugly to the point of being abstract! ↗

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Professor Zhang ↘……

Wei Wuxian: You perverted old man, get off our precious baby! ↗

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After being properly cared for, they became energetic and vigorous, contributing to the intelligence network from time to time.

Black Glasses, an outstanding employee, contributes his efforts to the KPIs of Ghost Spirit Gate.

Aqi's daily life not only includes thrilling activities like tomb raiding and trapping lamas, but also a little-known, mysterious identity—Evil Spirit Detector Pro! ↗

Just between you and me, Ah Qi, who works on two fronts, can sometimes earn at least two salaries when he takes on a tricky task!

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In Black Glasses' words, "This seemingly harmless, repressed, mute guy is actually quite wicked! Is his reluctance to return to his old ways because he's too short?"

"I'm not as tall as the girls in my family, and I don't want to leave a dark history that would damage the mysterious and low-key image of the Zhang family in Northeast China?"

Just kidding: No malice intended, just spreading rumors~

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Junior official: ... (Face recognition activated)

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Sometimes, the situation is so dangerous that it even goes beyond the scope of paranormal events.

After undergoing a transformative experience in Hidden Life and sparring with a group of experts capable of rivaling the monstrous Ghost Spirit Sect, Xiaxia's conditions in all aspects have been fully met.

At this moment, Black Glasses, adorned with various powerful and sometimes unorthodox abilities gathered from the Ghost Spirit Sect, resembled an impregnable fortress.

He possesses formidable strength, boasting both high attack and defense, and at just over fifty years old, he's at the prime of his life for adventure!

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In the narrow, confined tomb passage, with a flick of his long legs, he ran like an arrow released from a bow, as fast as lightning, and so the final payment was once again left unpaid.

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In a secluded spot, I can happily hum a little tune, and with some kind of cheat code that lets me pass through walls, the safety level is maxed out—it's just that each one I use is one less available.

Even with relatively stable supplies, it still hurts to spend money, revealing my stingy nature.

Just kidding: Even the smallest amount that slips through the fingers of the Ghost Spirit Sect can fetch an astronomical price on the street. They don't value it among their own, but keeping it outside means losing a source of income with every single one they use!

(′??? ) ? He talks a big game about making money, but he's unwilling to spend a single cent. He's used this as a front to rake in several commissions.

However, if they directly transfer the contract to the Ghost Spirit Sect, at least they can get a basic salary, so it's not a complete waste of time.

The underworld bosses all hung up signs at Furong Chunse, becoming VIPs, but no one knew the inside story.

The relationship between Nanxia and Furong Chunse seems elusive, with rumors and truth separated by a thin veil.

It's hard to tell, and there are so many conflicting and conflicting explanations!

The underworld boss, a VIP at Furong Chunse, had no known connections; his relationship with the gang seemed ambiguous and unclear.

Rumors and truth are often separated by a fine line; the difference between the wise and the foolish is merely a matter of words that tip the scales.

Various theories have emerged one after another...

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Beside the majestic Qilin stone statue at Xiao Zhang Qiling's own doorstep

Who would have thought that this tall, majestic, and lifelike Qilin stone statue, so simple and unadorned, is actually the switch for a super light bulb barrier?

When we first moved here, it was the height of summer, and the shade under the stone statue was the perfect place for little Zhang Qiling to cool off and escape the heat.

Like a little mushroom growing wildly under a leaf, often sitting there, because of its good proportions, its long legs appear as a tiny blob.

Feeling the cool breeze caress my cheeks while gazing up at the drifting white clouds, my heart is filled with peace and tranquility.

This Qilin stone statue silently protects young Zhang Qiling, as if guarding his most precious child.

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The sun and moon revolve like wheels, and a new season arrives silently, like a call to arms.

Hidden in the courtyard of a traditional Beijing house, life unfolds like a hidden pearl, with people coming and going like the tide, enacting the joys and sorrows of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Despite its active efforts to mediate in response to the growing trend of development, the Ghost Spirit Sect's efforts were ultimately futile, and it could only strive to act with a clear conscience while pursuing its own interests.

Meeting them is fate; I've saved countless lives with just a casual gesture.

Sigh ↘,,?^?,,

Putting everything else aside, just look at how the book on patriotism is getting thicker and thicker; it could be used as a profound patriotic textbook. It's full of evidence, no fluff!

What remains unchanged is the unspoken agreement among everyone, shining like stars: taking turns on leave to replenish inspiration and exchange experiences.

Driving out the iron hooves of the foreign Tartars was like a thrilling battle; though the process was fraught with twists and turns, everything gradually moved in a positive direction, like the dawn before sunrise.

In this turbulent and unpredictable time, the Ghost Spirit Sect is like a group of astute hunters, seizing every opportunity that could have far-reaching consequences!

Whether it's the little one's borrowing of classical allusions or real-life examples, the subtle, underhanded promotion is truly remarkable!

Choosing sides too early with unwavering loyalty is like dancing on the edge of a cliff; it's easy to slip and fall.

Too much bloodshed is like walking on a knife's edge; it easily makes enemies.

The Ghost Spirit Sect, with their powerful close-range attacks, were practically offering intelligence and supplies—they were practically feeding them to their doorstep.

Doing good deeds and leaving your name—isn't that all you want, a reputation?

Maintaining this balance is really tiring.

I'm so tired!

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