Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 397 I'm so jealous!

After the statue disintegrated into moths, a massive swarm of moths slowly approached the crowd.

"grass"

"There are just too many of these junks! The few guns we have are completely useless!"

The fat man's face immediately darkened.

After all, Hu Ming said that this thing is poisonous and you shouldn't even touch it!
Using a gun? Ha! Don't be ridiculous!
They only have so few people, and the number of moths is countless. What use are a few guns?
At this level, it's almost like using a cannon to kill a mosquito; it's practically useless.

However, just as the moths were slowly approaching the group, they suddenly stopped making a sound.

It's Hu Ming!
Hu Ming's precious blood is extremely effective, with such strong insect-repelling power that even without bloodletting, the aura around him is enough to drive away these little creatures!
In an instant, within a two-meter radius of Hu Ming, not a single moth dared to cross the line!
Even further afield, the moths displayed an atmosphere of fear and unease, frantically darting back and forth in all directions.

At this moment, Hu Ming even took the initiative to use the techniques of Bajiquan to accelerate the flow of blood and maximize the aura of his precious blood through his skin.

Wow!!!
The next moment, the moths could no longer withstand the aura that was even more terrifying than their natural enemies, and they suddenly scattered and went away.

In just a few breaths, he disappeared into the dense forest without a trace.

There's no way around it, people with tattoos are just that cool these days!
You can't even make a living without some impressive tattoos!

How embarrassing! Take your skirt off!
Wu Sansheng and Wu Xie... I feel offended!!!
Only then did everyone recall the mysterious powers of Hu Mingbao's blood!
Damn, I'm so jealous!
For a moment, everyone looked at Hu Ming with envy.

Coach, I want to learn this too!
This is simply an amazing skill for tomb raiding!
It's a pity that Hu Ming refused to bleed; otherwise, it would have been so much better if he had kept ten or eight bottles of blood on him just in case!
It's a pity, Hu Ming refused to have his blood drawn no matter what. Doesn't he know that modern medical research shows that bloodletting is beneficial to health?
We're doing this for his health!
After all, Hu Ming isn't young anymore; health is the most important thing!
Here, your gun is back.

"I have to say, this pistol is in pretty good condition and works quite well."

Hu Ming casually tossed the pistol back to A Ning and praised her.

"My God! Hu Ming, don't you have any common sense?! Is that how you throw a gun when the safety is off?"

"What if it accidentally goes off? That would be very dangerous! I don't want to die such a ridiculous death!"

Ah Ning's lips twitched, and she quickly caught the pistol, switched off the safety, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Ming was a cunning fellow; when he threw the pistol, the muzzle was always pointed at A Ning.
Extremely unhygienic!
"You have to learn to trust your gun. A gun is not an inanimate object; it has a life of its own."

"As long as the owner trusts it enough and treats it like their own child, it will never betray you!"

"By the way, this is advice from a master marksman."

Hu Ming was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

That actually makes some sense?

"real?"

Ah Ning blinked and asked blankly.

This was the first time she had ever heard of such a theory; however, Hu Ming's marksmanship was so superb that it was difficult to find anyone who could match him.

She knew that.

Or is Hu Ming right?
Ah Ning stroked the pistol in her hand, slightly tempted. "It's fake, just kidding. Firearms are just machines, cold, lifeless steel. Steel has life? It's not like it's sentient!"

Hu Ming smiled slightly, and his gaze towards A Ning changed; it was the look of someone looking at a fool.

Who would believe such a ridiculous lie?
Hu Ming! You son of a bitch!
Ah Ning's face darkened; she was really angry, but she still had to keep smiling.

"Sorry, I don't have an uncle. Even if you want one, I can't help you. Or, how about I introduce you to an uncle sometime?"

"By the way, what type of grandpa do you like? Just say it, I don't mind if you're being picky."

Hu Ming continued to smile.

When it comes to arguing, and I'm not bragging, none of these people from the early 21st century are any match for them; they're all noobs!
"No need, thank you so much! Thank you to your whole family!"

……

The ruins of the royal city, or temple, are located not far in front of the slope.

The road ahead was covered with vines, with scattered ruins visible through the gaps.

As they got closer to the ruins of the royal city, something gradually appeared in the gaps among the vines.

That's a snake's molted skin.

When they arrived at the ruins of the royal city, the number of snake molts before them was even more astonishing.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with a thick layer of grayish-white snake skin.

"Holy crap, the scale of these ruins is enormous. Just how many snakes would it take to survive here, and how long would it take for them to molt and grow to this size?"

After scanning the ruins of the dilapidated royal city, Wu Xie exclaimed in surprise.

"Tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of snakes have been thriving here for about five thousand years."

"It's worth mentioning that snakes are the most sacred creatures in the Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West. There are no natural enemies of the crested snake here. In the deeper parts, the scale of snake molts is far greater than you can imagine!" After casually explaining this, Hu Ming led the group toward the center of the royal city ruins.

“Come with me. It’s getting late. Luckily, I know a relatively clean place where there are no disgusting snake skins.”

The core location is still some distance from here.

As we ventured deeper into the ruins of the royal city, the unique, fishy smell of snakes grew increasingly intense, almost nauseating, making my stomach churn.

Fortunately, the air became much fresher after crossing this area.

Compared to the smell of snakes, the moist air carrying the scent of the swamp smells much better.

This journey took another four or five hours. By then, the terrain had become increasingly low-lying, and the water in the nearby swamp had become turbulent.

The sound of the waterfall's rushing water could be heard everywhere.

(End of this chapter)