Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 260 Yin Nanfeng!
That day, Hu Ming and Er Yuehong chatted for a long time, almost half a day.

The two ended their conversation only after being knocked on the door.

In fact, Er Yuehong spent most of the day reminiscing about the past.

He recalled his past with Ya Tou, and the years when he first met Hu Ming.

Most of the time, Hu Ming simply listened quietly and rarely expressed his own opinions.

In fact, Er Yuehong didn't care at all; he was just lonely for too long and needed someone to confide in.

Hu Ming is the best choice.

"Second Master, Miss instructed me to bring you dinner."

"After you finish eating, you should probably rest. Besides, Mr. Ming has been on the train for a long time and must be very tired."

The person who came was a female waitress wearing a short cheongsam and black high heels.

These are "obedient slaves" trained by the Crescent Hotel!
He was raised with strict methods from a young age, and his ears are different from those of ordinary people.

Although it is still a bit inferior to the "distinguishing dragons by smelling mountains" technique of the Unloading Ridge lineage.

However, its advantages are also obvious, namely its high accessibility.

The huge Crescent Hotel had over a hundred waiters, all of whom were servants.

These people are enough to monitor everything that happens in the hotel 24/7.

There's a reason why the Crescent Hotel has been able to stand the test of time in Beijing.

Is it already late?

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I got excited and didn't pay attention. Xiaoming, you should go and get some rest."

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I think I can hold out for quite a few more days. We have plenty of time to continue our conversation."

Er Yuehong was taken aback, then slowly got up and drew back the curtains.

Sure enough, night had already fallen outside the window, and the city lights were on full display.

Now that it's the 21st century, nightlife in Beijing has become quite substantial.

Hu Ming remained silent upon seeing this.

Many days?
You could tell just by looking at him; he was hunched over, and he was panting heavily just from getting up to draw the curtains.

Hu Ming keenly observed that the once-renowned Second Master Er Yuehong was now trembling uncontrollably.

"...I don't think I'll leave Beijing before you do."

"Let this be my way of fulfilling my filial duty as your disciple and seeing you off in your final days."

That was quite a blunt remark.

But instead of being displeased or angry, Er Yuehong was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, and coughed repeatedly.

"Hahaha, good, good! Good boy! I thought you would appear once again and then mysteriously disappear, just like before."

"I never imagined that I, Er Yuehong, would have my child by my side before I died. Heaven has been kind to me!"

Er Yuehong was 102 years old, an unimaginable age throughout history.

Of course, it cannot be compared to certain "monsters" that cannot be judged by common sense.

Besides, what are the Nine Gates? They're for tomb raiding.

When I was young, I spent many years working in the fields, and I became tainted by the yin energy, filth, and death energy of the earth.

Those who work in this line of work usually end up in a rather miserable old age if they don't have some special methods to maintain their health.

"In short, take it easy. At your age, every extra day or even an extra hour is a good thing."

Hu Ming walked away without stopping or looking back.

Behind Tingnu were waiters pushing food carts.

After closing the door, Hu Ming lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression, leaned against the railing, and looked down at the diners in the hall below.

"To be honest, I practically grew up listening to your stories."

"I've always been curious whether the outstanding young people that Second Master and Buddha Master constantly talk about really have three heads and six arms." "Now it seems..."

At some point, as the cigarette between Hu Ming's fingers burned down to the filter, a mature yet slightly naive female voice rang in his ear.

"Wow? How does it look now? A little disappointed?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, maybe a little handsome at best?"

Hu Ming wasn't surprised. He just chuckled, stubbed out his cigarette, and glanced at the woman beside him.

Cold and elegant, yet noble.

This is the first reaction anyone would have upon seeing this woman.

Her shoulder-length hair was tied into a ponytail at the back, and her bangs, which reached her eyebrows, were styled with exceptional care.

Her face was beautiful, her eyebrows were perfectly drawn, and her skin was as white as the finest jade.

She wore a bright red lipstick that most women would find difficult to pull off.

Fiery red lips—that's probably a phrase that existed just to describe this woman.
She looked as if she were attending a banquet, wearing an elegant black gown that suited her perfectly.

"By the way, although you are not very old, this kind of mature makeup and style suits you exceptionally well."

"very nice!"

A hint of appreciation flashed in Hu Ming's eyes, and he praised softly.

"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Ming!"

The elegant and aloof woman looked at Jiangnan, whose face appeared even younger than when she wasn't wearing makeup, and her expression became somewhat strange.

"As for now, it seems he's just like Lieutenant Zhang, another old monster who won't die!"

"You two are so alike, even though you're in your forties or fifties."

"By the way, I am Yin Nanfeng, the current head of the New Moon Hotel. Yin Xinyue is my great-aunt. Now you should understand, right?"

Yin Nanfeng generously extended her well-maintained right hand.

"I understand! He's related to the Buddha, no wonder he takes such good care of the old man."

"By the way, strictly speaking, the Yin family is not one of the Nine Gates, so the title 'Uncle Ming' is unnecessary."

Hu Ming understood, smiled wryly, and grasped Yin Nanfeng's hand in a polite handshake.

"Uncle Ming is joking. There's a saying that Second Master always says that makes a lot of sense."

"The Nine Gates is a quagmire, a quagmire that you can never get rid of once you're tainted by it."

"The Yin family and Buddha have long been inextricably linked to the Nine Gates, whether you or I admit it or not."

Yin Nanfeng shook her head, still insisting on using her own form of address.

"Whatever. I didn't stay long when I came to Beijing half a year ago, and I didn't get a good look at the changes in Beijing over the past twenty years."

"It just so happens that I'm not in a hurry this time, so it's good to take the opportunity to explore Beijing. You go ahead with your work, I'm off."

With a wave of his hand, Hu Ming turned and left, somewhat bored.

Hu Ming had already arranged a drinking party, and Hu Bayi, Fatty, and Big Gold Tooth were eagerly waiting.

"Of course, that's your prerogative, Uncle Ming, but there's something I think I should tell you."

"My personal suggestion is that if you want to get a good night's sleep later, you should go back to the Xinyue Hotel to stay."

"Perhaps you didn't notice, but your appearance in Beijing six months ago already attracted the attention of some people with ulterior motives."

"Some people have taken a liking to your face, which hasn't aged in over twenty years and even looks younger."

“Uncle Ming, you’re an old hand, so I don’t think I need to remind you much. The most dangerous and deadly beasts are the ones struggling in their death throes.”

Yin Nanfeng nodded slightly, gesturing for him to proceed.

But before Hu Ming left, he said something pointed.

Hu Ming paused in his tracks, then said calmly, "I didn't leave because I was afraid! A dying beast? Let them come! We can deal with them all at once!"

As Hu Ming finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from him, causing Yin Nanfeng to tremble. Then, Hu Ming waved his hand and slowly walked away.

(End of this chapter)