Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

What are you rambling about?

"Alright, stop dawdling. Give the order: take the disc and those two fakes, and let's set off immediately!"

Ah Ning glanced at Jiang Zisuan, who was inexplicably starting to sigh about something nonsensical, and then gave instructions after checking the time.

"Okay, I'll go right now... Wait, no!"

"Leave now? Are you kidding me? It's pouring rain outside, it's too dangerous to go into the mountains right now!"

Jiang Zisuan nodded subconsciously and walked out of the tent, but suddenly realized what was happening and pointed to the gloomy sky and the torrential rain in astonishment.

As far as I remember, Aning wasn't the kind of reckless woman.

"I know the problem is that this rain will last a long time, and we're already too late; we can't delay any longer!"

"If we give Hu Ming and his group another week or even two, it'll be too late!"
Ah Ning shook her head and said, "That makes sense. It is indeed very dangerous to go into the primeval forest during a rainstorm."

But as she said, they didn't have enough time to wait any longer.

"Damn it, I have a feeling that Hu Ming predicted this downpour..."

After Jiang Zisuan left, Aning stayed alone in the tent, sighing.

Ah Ning had spent quite a bit of time with Hu Ming, and she always felt that this guy was really weird and outrageous!
After her trip to the Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West, Aning never hesitated to assume the worst about Hu Ming's thoughts.

Before long, the commotion of the team gathering could be heard outside the tent.

And
Two rebellious young voices were mixed in among them.

That was the counterfeit product that A Ning and Jiang Zisuan mentioned.

Just as Hu Ming had predicted, Mitral arrived in about ten days. Hu Ming and his companions could already clearly see Mitral's shadow in the stone wall of the underground cavity.

"coming!"

"Brothers, it's time to prepare for a fight!"

Sensing the subtle movement within the stone wall, Hu Ming's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He threw away the playing cards in his hand, picked up his treasured sword, and exuded a cold and murderous aura.

At the same time, the young man who had been sitting quietly to rest, holding his precious sword, opened his eyes. A cold and fierce look flashed across his face. He also picked up his sword and walked to Hu Ming's side, remaining silent.

"Damn it! Uncle, you can't do this."

"We two peasants are about to take you down, you landlord! You can't be this shameless!"

Wu Xie and Fatty exchanged a glance, their faces darkening as they discarded their winning hand, extremely displeased.

During these ten days, the four of them were extremely bored.

There is no television, no computer, and no cell phone signal here.

For modern people who are used to a wide variety of entertainment activities, this is really quite a hassle.

Fortunately, Hu Ming took out a deck of cards from his spatial storage.

Otherwise, they would be bored to death!
"Is it my fault? What time is it? Why are we still playing cards?"

"I'm not trying to be mean, but can't you two have some of the qualities of underground workers? Be vigilant! Stay vigilant at all times, don't you understand?" Hu Ming grinned, refuting the two of them with righteous indignation.

"What you said makes so much sense!?"

The two men stood up, picked up the semi-automatic rifle that Hu Ming had kindly provided, loaded it, and checked its condition.

As for where the semi-automatic rifle came from...
Don't ask, the answer is that Hu Ming knows the Five Ghosts Moving Technique, and that Hu Ming has a mysterious arms dealer friend!
To be honest, if they didn't have such a powerful weapon, Wu Xie and Fatty would have been quite afraid to face thirty-six Mitalas that were comparable to giant rice dumplings.

After all, they are not as good as Xiao Ge and Hu Ming.

Click click click.
The group stood back to back, warily looking at the surrounding stone walls. They swallowed hard, and the atmosphere instantly became heavy and tense.

Just as Hu Ming said, now is the time to fight tooth and nail.
Click, click, click. Hiss, hiss, hiss.
As time passed, the subtle sounds around them became clearer, and through the rock wall, they could almost see Mithra's hideous green face.

"Gudong!"

As the green figure drew ever closer, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Wu Xie's forehead as he gripped his pistol and entrenching tool tightly.

"Damn it, I really can't stand being here any longer!"

"What kind of damn Thunder King is this? He's completely useless! I'd rather worship Ji than you!"

Muttering curses under his breath, the fat man kicked over the statue of the Thunder King.
Just then, suddenly, the rock wall above them cracked silently, and some rock fragments fell right in the center of the four of them!
"I rely on!"

Wu Xie's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw that the rock wall above him had cracked.

From the crack, a ferocious head covered in dark green scales crawled out, its fangs dripping with murky saliva, now less than two fist-widths from Wu Xie's skull!
This startled Wu Xie so much that he instinctively raised his gun to fire.

Just then!
A sharp, piercing light flashed, slicing diagonally upwards and striking the head with lightning speed.

Hu Ming was the one who swung his knife first!
boom!
The next moment, half of his head fell to the ground from the petitioner's position, spraying out large amounts of dark green blood and a grayish-white, unidentified viscous substance.

Immediately afterwards, the severed body, missing half its head, crashed down from the cave above, shattering the campfire.

None of them escaped unscathed; in an instant, their bodies were covered in a foul-smelling, sticky liquid.

However, no one cared about that at the moment, and there wasn't even time to wipe the stains off their faces.

The Mituo above seemed like a signal flare, and at the same time, the surrounding stone walls all cracked open, and a total of thirty-five ferocious figures crawled out from them.

Looking at the four people in the center, the savage red light in the eyes of the thirty-five Midras intensified, flashing with a tyrannical and greedy expression. Their hideous mouths opened wide, and a deafening roar echoed through the underground cavity.

"Take care of yourselves, everyone. Be careful, don't get killed by accident!"

Hu Ming curled his lips into a cold, sharp smile, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

Thirty-five dark green midra were crammed into this small space, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

But faced with such a dangerous situation, Hu Ming felt no panic at all; instead, he felt a long-lost surge of excitement.

A powerful heart pumped blood throughout his body, and his muscles pulsated rhythmically. In the blink of an eye, Hu Ming awoke his dormant body and adjusted it to its optimal state.

With a sudden burst of power from his leg muscles, Hu Ming charged forward towards the several Mythrae in front of him!