[Tomb Raider and Bottle Evil] Eight-day Tour of Snake Mother Mausoleum

Ever since I crossed over, I finally felt the smooth wind and water when someone gave me a pillow when I fell asleep. Before that, I was still thinking about how to fool the third uncle here. After two days, the old fox let out the wind on the road and wanted to catch a lama. .

I thought about it. Originally, I wanted to pretend to be interested in Fox's face, but it was obviously more convenient to catch the lama.In fact, for me now, Uncle Ying's Lama, skill is not a big issue, the important thing is identity. I am now a black man, and I almost appeared in Hangzhou out of thin air, so he couldn't help but suspect me.

But this kind of suspicion is not a bad thing, after all, the third uncle is still the leader of Hangzhou.With a face like mine, even if there is a full set of background information in front of the third uncle, maybe he doesn’t even pay attention to me if he is not his confidant, but it is me who appears abruptly now, with a blank background, and obviously has something different. If the begging person goes to him, he may be able to pay special attention to me. As long as he pays attention to me, I will have a way to make him listen to me patiently, and he will definitely move when the time comes.

As long as he makes moves, I can deal with them easily, just like masters fighting in martial arts novels, late is better than early, young is better than old, the late comes first, Amitabha.

What surprised me was that the threshold for this third uncle was not so difficult to enter. I thought that to find him for an "interview" you had to register at least eight generations of ancestors for a census. In the end, only the names were registered and then put into the yard. I thought that Jiumen would It's just such an access control, why hasn't it been taken to the police by a group of people?Thinking about how yesterday Wu Xie threw the cultural relics on the ground without anyone caring, it is estimated that this third uncle is really blatant and blatant.

After entering the second entrance, there was a big coffin in front of the yard, which was considered auspicious. I pretended to be used to it, and saw my third uncle standing at the top, with a few guys standing around it—it didn’t look familiar to any of them, but it was normal.There were three people lined up in the courtyard, the first two were all dressed in short clothes, and they seemed to be practitioners as well.

The third row is a young man wearing a heavy robe. The clothes he is wearing are obviously not the style of the Central Plains. The texture of the cuffs on the hem of the clothes reminds people of places such as Tibetans in the Western Regions. It's cold, but it's not time to wear such a thick coat. Secondly, anyone who has learned Kung Fu knows that when fighting, you must not wear such long-winded robes and gowns that are easy to be caught by others.Of course, if one's own strength is high, one can pretend to be aggressive in clothes, flirting with clothes to hook up with a little sister or something, but for a fight, how can there be a little sister to hook up with, and hooking up with a female zongzi is not bad.

The young man still had a deadpan expression on his face, and he was a bit like a stuffed oil bottle in his cool attire.

The young man noticed that I was standing behind him, and quickly glanced at me. Just this one glance made me feel terrified, and I felt that he had seen all the flaws in my body. That feeling, even a black blind man can't do it So oppressive.

Ci'ao, this is not a stuffy bottle of this world, is it?My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help but look at his right hand, only to find that the fingers were no different from ordinary people.Now I was a little guilty in my heart, and I couldn't tell who he was.

I smiled at him: "My lord Guan Gen, what is the name of this little brother?"

The young man ignored me, just like Poker Bottle, looking back to the yard with a wooden face and ignoring me.I looked at him from behind, and found that this guy is still different from the Poker Bottle over there, except for his appearance, the biggest difference is his skin color.

This young man...is a little bit of a fucking black guy.

The next development was even more unexpected. The third uncle’s subordinates pulled out a knife holder from the mechanism of the coffin, revealing a long knife—he said it was an ancient black gold knife left by Jiumen Heibei. I was a little confused at the time, At the same time, I reminded myself that this world is different from mine.

Although I realized that I was time-traveling a few days ago, my mentality at that time was still more doubtful and interesting.It's also my fault, since we got the Poker Bottle out last year, the three of us have retreated to live in Yucun, Fujian. After nearly a year, not only have we become a little lazy physically, but we have also moved away from the intrigues we used to have psychologically. A lot of people and things here obviously can't be covered by my original understanding, and then using this kind of "ready-made information" to deal with the problems here is simply asking for a dead end.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little anxious. I can't help but want to smoke a cigarette to rationalize my thoughts. However, I have exhausted the pack of cigarettes I brought when I crossed the road. In the past two days, I can find food and lodging and catch the line of the third uncle. It's not bad, where is the spare money to buy cigarettes?I couldn't help snoring my stubble-covered head. In just a short while, the first two buddies were already brushed off because they couldn't carry a knife.

I took a look at the ancient black gold knife. Its shape is different from mine. It seems that an extra shaft is added, which seems to be more powerful. Do it (with both hands), but if you talk about playing and using it, it is a dream.

It was the turn of the young man who didn't know if it was the oil bottle. He took a step forward, and slowly slid his palm along the back of the knife, as if he was measuring the quality of the knife. His technique was quite professional, but it took a long time— —I give full marks to this forced pretending.

Two more people came in behind me just now, one was tall and had stubble shaved hair like me, and the other had a moustache and a moustache.The stubble guy seemed a little impatient. Seeing him touch the knife affectionately, he was obviously upset, so he took a step forward and wanted to push him.

I was trying to find out if this little brother was a fool, so naturally I wouldn't stop him, so I took a step back to watch them do it.

Then there was a flash of a figure, the young man held the knife in his hand, turned around and kicked the stubble to the side, and turned around a few times before he landed and bowed and posed in a pose, it's like acting in a movie Same, I thought to myself that this force value is comparable to Poker Bottle, but what happened to the fingers?I looked at his Tibetan robe and his posture again, and suddenly felt strange.

I have always accepted the differences in these two worlds very well, such as the chubby Wang Meng, the fatter third uncle, and myself who is tender-faced like a student, but stuffy and full of hair. General Lang's oddly long fingers are really deeply rooted in my heart, including when he was fighting wits with the Zhang family and the Wang family later, I felt that the fingers were like a label in my world, which caused this young man here to lack long fingers The head makes me accept bad.

Well, even the black gold ancient knife is a relic of the Nine Gates. Is it strange that Poker Fing is not from the Zhang family and wears a Tibetan robe?

It feels like watching a movie. The main characters are the same as me and the people around me, and they do the same business, but the identity and background of the development process are different, which is inexplicably embarrassing.

I was in a daze when I heard the sound of wood being chopped into pieces, and then I heard someone shout: "Get out of the way!" When I turned around, I saw half of the table and the sawdust flying towards me.

This time I got confused, whether I can bear the injury or not, the third uncle will never pinch my lama.At that moment, I was thinking a little too much, and I used the body technique taught by the black blind man to dodge a backflip. When I stood still, I found that Poker Bottle stretched out his hand towards me as if he wanted to pull me away. I quickly clasped my fists at him, he glanced at me, and withdrew his hand.Then the third uncle shouted: "Da Kui!" and hurried over.

I glanced at the stubble head who was about to use the table to sneak attack but was smashed by the Poker bottle, and thought this is Da Kui?He is much braver than the one on my side, but more like Pan Zi.

The third uncle smiled like a strange uncle who abducts and sells children, and offered the scabbard of the ancient black gold knife with both hands, and asked Poker Ping to come over tomorrow morning, don't be late-I'll wipe it, my third uncle, don't say it's right for the buddy, even for me I've never spoken so softly before, it's just creepy.Then Poker-Face took the sheath of the scabbard and left, and the third uncle looked at his back with a cheerful face.

Then I turned around and looked at my third uncle, thinking that the test tool of the black gold ancient knife was taken away by Poker Bottle. Next, should he talk to me and let me go or find someone to try my skills and test it separately?The third uncle looked at the skinny old man beside him, and the old man looked at the register at the door and said: "Guan Gen."

"Brother Guan," said the third uncle with a smile, "Look at Mian Shan?"

I also laughed: "Yesterday, I met the little third master in the store. It's rare that the third master remembers it."

The third uncle let out a "huh" and actually raised his eyebrows, "The eldest nephew mentioned you to me, he said that you have a silk script from the Warring States period, with a fox painted on it?"

I couldn't help but slander in my heart, thinking that I think you look like a fox, but I still had a smile on my face: "I was introduced by Mrs. Lao, it's just such a thing——"

Before I finished speaking, the third uncle looked into the alley. I followed him and turned my head. I saw Wu Xie coming over with a shovel in his backpack. College students on outing.

It just so happened that Poker-Face walked across from him, and I saw him put the knife on his shoulder—Ci-oh, I've never seen Poker-Face carry the knife like that before-then the two of them stopped and talked a few words sentence.

Watching the two of them pass by, I suddenly felt like a dream. On my side, when I first met Poker-Face, it seemed that he had just got the black gold ancient knife and went out, but he didn't speak, and I didn't pay attention. He didn't expect that this kid would become the center of my pursuit of mysteries for the next ten years.I don't know if there is still a battle between the Zhang family, the Wang family and the Jiumen in this world that is very different from mine, whether the third uncle can solve the chain, whether there is still that huge puzzle waiting for Wu Xie to jump into it , but seeing Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling pass each other again, it still made me feel sad.

Wu Xie was very similar to me at the time. He didn't pay much attention to Poker Ping. He turned around and came towards the third uncle. The third uncle also had a smile on his face. These uncles and nephews are so sweet.

"Third Uncle!" He walked over a few steps quickly, greeted a few guys, obviously saw me, and looked up and down.

"Third Uncle, have you met Lao Guan? Did you hear him say that there is a portrait of Tamuto's fox face on the silk book handed down in his family!"

This kid is quite familiar, and Laoguan Laoguan called him when we met for the second time. Looking back, I also nicknamed Poker Finger not long after I met him.

The third uncle put on a serious face, "See you, I was just about to ask, and you came here. Since we are going to go to the field together this time, let's come and listen together."

Wu Xie squeezed her eyebrows at me, and stood beside Third Uncle like a good boy.

I smiled secretly, and took out a piece of copy paper from my pocket. I learned from Da Jinya at the time. Silk books are expensive and cannot withstand tossing. The past ten years can be regarded as a bit of experience, and I am not afraid of being seen as a flaw in doing this.

The third uncle took the copy, half of his eyes were on the paper, and half of his eyes were on me.In this fake silk book, according to the information disclosed by Wu Xie, I didn’t put anything related to Prince Lu on it, but wrote a lot of information about Tamu Tuo. If the situation of Tamu Tuo in these two worlds is similar, I believe this As a stepping stone is enough.If the situation is different, it can be pushed to a long time ago, and the legends are different, but they still have reference value.

Sure enough, the third uncle collected the paper after a while, and told me the time of assembly tomorrow-I knew it, and I caught this lama.