Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1122 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 5

Several thick stone pillars stood on the line of life and death, covered with thick icicles, and intricate and ancient carvings were faintly visible. Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't understand it anyway, so maybe they were also antiques.

Here there is only the whimpering sound of the wind passing through the snow and dead branches.

There was no sign of any human activity.

"Look, we're here." Jiang Yu reined in his horse, jumped off the cart, stamped the snow off his feet, and pointed at the warning stone tablet that was almost buried by the snow.

Anyone who enters without being a member of the Zhang family will be killed.

"Right here, deep in the old forest, where your Zhang family's ancestors took root..."

Zhang Xiaoshu lifted the car curtain and was hit by a biting cold air.

He held the shaft of the cart, slowly got off, and stepped into the snow that was up to his calves.

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but just walked to his side.

This really looks like the entrance to a haunted house.

At this moment, a piece of snow foam blown by the wind swirled and fell beside a stone pillar not far away.

A figure appeared there silently, as if growing out of the snow.

To be honest, if Jiang Xiaoyu hadn't seen a horror movie, he would have been scared to death.

It’s okay, it’s okay, he is now the very brave Jiang Xiaoyu.

The man was wearing dark clothes that almost blended into the shadows. He was tall and thin, carrying a long object wrapped in cloth on his back.

He stood quietly in the shadow of the huge stone pillar, and the wind and snow seemed to bypass him.

The hood covered most of his face, revealing only his hard jaw and tightly pursed thin lips.

His gaze, through the wind, snow and twilight, fell precisely on Zhang Xiaoshu who was standing next to the carriage.

The gaze was calm and peaceful, yet it penetrated the distance like a substance, with an insight that penetrated the soul.

Zhang Xiaoshu suddenly looked up and met that gaze.

An indescribable throbbing and oppressive feeling coming from deep in his blood instantly gripped him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Jiang Xiaoyu also noticed it. He slightly turned sideways and stood half a body length in front of Zhang Xiaoshu. His hand calmly pressed on the hilt of the short knife at his waist, and the usual rogue smile on his face disappeared.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at the figure under the stone pillar.

The wind and snow seemed to freeze at this moment.

The figure beneath the stone pillar raised his chin slightly, and his lips seemed to move beneath the shadow of his hood. A low, steady voice, without the slightest emotion, but clearly penetrating the wind and snow, rang out:

"Zhang family?"

"Mute, don't be so serious. It would be bad if you scared people."

Hei Xia Zi's head emerged from Zhang Qilin's shoulders, and his body relaxed unconsciously.

Zhang Qilin didn't think his words were serious. He just looked at Xiao Zhang casually and asked a three-word question. How could he be serious?

To be honest, if Jiang Xiaoyu hadn't seen the big sunglasses, he wouldn't have thought it was Zhang Qilin.

Because Zhang Qilin is different from the one on TV.

But his temperament and aura show that he is a big boss.

It looks pretty good, a little better than the small tree.

Are the Zhang family members built according to modeling standards?

"Clan leader."

Zhang Xiaoshu replied respectfully.

Hei Xia Zi patted Zhang Qilin's shoulder with a smile, and the action was as casual as patting his own brother, completely ignoring the other person's aura of keeping strangers away.

He looked at Zhang Xiaoshu with interest, then glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu beside him. "Don't be nervous, little brother. We don't eat people, especially those with the surname Zhang. Right, clan leader?"

Zhang Qilin ignored Hei Xiazi's jokes.

The gaze under the hood still fell on Zhang Xiaoshu's face as if it were real. The eyes were calm, but seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and look directly at the source of the blood.

He tilted his head slightly, as if confirming something.

"The blood is thin." Zhang Qilin spoke again, his voice still that steady and low voice that could penetrate the wind and snow. No emotion could be heard, he was just stating a fact.

His gaze stayed on Zhang Xiaoshu for a moment, then slowly moved away.

Black Bear: ...

Mute, if you can't speak, don't speak.

The Zhang family is able to survive only because of their strength, right?

Jiang Xiaoyu: …

It's not unfair that Zhang Qilin was tricked by Jiumen, that's just his emotional intelligence.

Although he has the fighting power, he is too soft-hearted.

So it's useless.

Zhang Xiaoshu felt a pang of choking in his heart.

Thin blood...

A mixture of inferiority, awe and indescribable feeling of loss came over me.

He is indeed a member of the Zhang family, but he does not seem to be a real member of the Zhang family.

"It's not easy to get here." Zhang Qilin's voice sounded again, this time looking at Jiang Xiaoyu.

He obviously noticed Jiang Xiaoyu's movement of pressing the knife and his tense posture.

I don’t know what came to mind.

Jiang Xiaoyu grinned, his usual smirk returning to his face, and began to greet him, "Brother Xiaoshu, you're eager to return to your roots, so we've just barged in without hesitation, haven't we?"

For God and his people, returning to their roots means going home.

He can be damn good at talking.

There was a hint of temptation in his words as he pushed Zhang Xiaoshu to the front and said, "Go find your father, no, find your clan leader and follow him."

Hei Xiazi burst out laughing, his eyes narrowed into slits under his sunglasses: "Interesting! Xiao Yu'er, right? You're so brave!

Dumb, it seems that your family's sign that says "Anyone who enters without being a Zhang family member will die" has to make an exception today, right?

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes flickered between Zhang Qilin and Jiang Xiaoyu, with a hint of anticipation for a good show.

Zhang Qilin did not respond to Hei Xia Zi's ridicule.

He was silent for a moment, as if weighing the options.

The wind and snow condensed a thin layer of frost on his dark robe.

Finally, he slowly raised one hand.

The hand had distinct joints, was slender and strong, and even in the severe cold of dozens of degrees below zero, it seemed not to feel stiff at all.

He did not point to the stone tablet, nor to the depths of the forest, but to Zhang Xiaoshu.

"You," Zhang Qilin's voice was low and clear, "come with me."

No explanation, no extra words, this is how the Zhang family communicates.

Hei Xia Zi mouthed the word "follow" to Zhang Xiaoshu and Jiang Xiaoyu, still with that cynical smile on his face. He then took a step and followed Zhang Qilin briskly, as leisurely as if he was strolling in his own backyard.

Mute, what would you do without me?

Jiang Xiaoyu shrugged and released his hand from the knife handle: "Since we're here, let's go, Brother Xiaoshu. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we have to go in and take a look. Don't worry."

He lowered his voice and glanced at the two figures in front of him, "Brother is here."

The two men stepped deep and shallow into the deeper snow, following the two figures, one still and one moving, one cold and one hot.

The situation in the tribe was quite bleak, but a few courtyards were clean and the roads were well maintained.

Zhang Qilin is also very professional when sweeping the floor.

The same goes for farming.

Zhang Xiaoshu looked at the potato field and felt his childhood dominated by potatoes.

He still likes to eat pears, and chicken stewed with potatoes is also okay.

The patriarch can farm, and he must be good at farming.

Jiang Xiaoyu only saw that this was expensive, that was expensive, everything was fucking expensive.

No wonder Hei Xiazi doesn't want to leave. Any item here is at least a thousand years old.

Tsk tsk, this is like a dragon entering its golden nest.

He had reason to suspect that Hei Xiazi had found a lot of treasures here.

No wonder the Zhang family regards money as dirt. If he grew up in the Zhang family, he would probably have the same character.