Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 166

Yang Xueli glanced helplessly at the three corpses lying on the ground, then slowly walked forward, intending to help her lover up.

Why bother.

Especially Hu Bayi and Fatty, who had witnessed Hu Ming's awe-inspiring martial prowess many times, actually thought they could rise up and sing praises?
Are you dreaming?
"Hu Ming..." On the way back, Yang Xueli, who was supporting Hu Bayi, hesitated to speak.

"Yes, I do have a way to save Peter Huang. It doesn't require much of a price; all I need is a black donkey hoof."

Hu Ming knew what Yang Xueli was thinking, nodded, and said calmly.

At this moment, the fat man and the lama had also stood up from the ground and followed behind Hu Ming.

Hu Bayi and his two companions seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this, and even though they were lamas, they didn't say much.

Through their interactions over this period, he could tell that Hu Ming was not the kind of person who was extremely wicked.

Even when he saw the lamas rescuing the damned poachers at Fairy Lake, he didn't say much.

There must have been a reason why they were able to watch Peter Huang die.

“Lei Xianming is no good. His real goal is the crystal corpse, which he wants to sell for money.”

"Let's not even talk about whether he can get the crystal corpse. Even if he does, do you really think he'll be satisfied?" Hu Ming said calmly.

"What do you mean, Akiko?"

The group exchanged glances, and Hu Bayi, seemingly having grasped something, asked with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food—this is an age-old truth, let alone someone as ruthless as Lei Xianming?"

"Our destination is the Demon Kingdom Altar. As far as I know, there is a secret passage leading there from the bottom of the Nine-Story Demon Tower."

"Do you think Lei Xianming will really be satisfied with the value of the crystal corpse and stop there? Or should we pretend to leave and go back another day?" Hu Ming shrugged.

"His bodyguard used to be a pirate in the South Pacific, with countless blood on his hands, and was extremely cruel."

"Although we are not afraid of him, we are worried that if that bastard uses dirty tricks, someone will inevitably fall victim."

Hu Ming and his group weren't those disgusting hypocrites. Even the lamas had experienced many things and didn't have that kind of fake compassion.

Hu Ming gave them a simple explanation, and they understood.

You can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you guard against a thief for a thousand days?

Moreover, Peter Huang's death was indeed his own doing; he had taken it upon himself to rummage through someone else's bag and retrieve something he dared not touch.

Hu Ming didn't do anything; he just sat by and did nothing.

The most terrifying creatures in this world are never some kind of filthy thing like a zongzi or a ghost.

It's people! Dirty things don't have the treacherous and cunning thoughts of humans.

Human nature is the most terrifying thing in the world. Having figured this out, the group shook their heads.

I had no particular feelings about Peter Huang's passing before, but now I feel even more indifferent.

Perhaps the appearance of ten thousand ghosts last night was just a coincidence.

That night, Hu Ming didn't fall into a deep sleep, but woke up from time to time to keep an eye on the situation in the city.

After midnight, and still nothing like the terrifying scene from the previous night had occurred, he finally felt relieved and went to sleep peacefully. The next morning...

The group got up early, and by then the sky had cleared and the sun was shining brightly.

In the eastern sky, a golden sun slowly rose, illuminating this ancient ruin. So much had happened in such a short time that, just to be on the safe side, the group did not set off directly for Mount Karamir.

Instead, led by the lama, they went first to Naizebuqing at the foot of the mountain.

There, they replenished necessary supplies and sought out new local guides familiar with the Karamir Mountains, among other things.

Lei Xianming was mainly a ship operator in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia, and also worked part-time as a mummified corpse dealer.

Although his ancestors were in the business of carrying corpses, the tradition had been broken long ago, and he himself knew nothing about tomb raiding.

Therefore, although he was extremely wary of Hu Ming and his group, he still decided to follow them.

Because he knew that on his own, he couldn't even find the Nine-Story Demon Tower, let alone carry the Crystal Corpse!
After all, he knew nothing about feng shui.

However, just to be on the safe side, on the way to Naizebuqing, Lei Xianming, along with Han Shuna and A Xiang, stayed at the very back of the group to avoid close contact with Jiang Nan and the others.

Hu Ming and the others didn't say much about it, as the lama was old and his health was not as good as before.

The ordeal along the way had taken its toll on him.

Despite being dissuaded by Hu Ming and Hu Bayi, he could only smile wryly and agree to their good intentions, promising not to go to the Kunlun Glacier anymore and to wait for their return at Naizebuqing.

However, before that, the lama told Yang Xueli poems along the way.

These things are truly indispensable if you want to achieve your goals successfully.

However, divinely ordained poets are extremely rare, and in such a short time, it was indeed impossible to find a suitable one, so this was the only option.

However, Yang Xueli was born with a photographic memory. The lama only had to recite a long poem once, and Yang Xueli remembered most of it.

This surprised the lama, who exclaimed that it was a blessing from the Buddha.

Along the way, they traveled by yak and then by car, taking more than twenty days to finally reach Naizebuqing.

Hu Ming felt that they had spent most of their time traveling.

It's very annoying.

But there was no way around it; Western Xinjiang was simply too vast, and transportation was underdeveloped in those days.

Especially in western Xinjiang, most transportation relies on walking and yaks, which makes it difficult to travel faster.

Hu Ming and his companions stayed at a herder's home.

Before dinner, the lama brought a well-dressed man.

This person's name is Ciji, which means "first day of the month" in the Xinjiang language.

Chu Yi was under forty years old, a typical Khampa man, shrewd and capable.

He is the only person in this area to have ventured deep into the Karamir Mountains.

(End of this chapter)