Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 582 Zhang Qiling, See You Again in Ten Years!
Xie Lianhuan left, and left in a very dashing manner.

After downing the bottle of fine wine in a hearty gulp, he sipped the bottle with the air of an ancient knight-errant, flicked the hem of his worn-out trench coat, and left behind a dashing silhouette.

Along with Xie Lianhuan, a dark figure silently emerged from the flames that lit up the ground. These were the assassins Xie Lianhuan had trained over the years.

Now that their mission is accomplished, it's time for them to retire gracefully.

As for what will happen to them from this point on... no one knows except themselves. These people can no longer be considered normal humans; they are outcasts in human society.

Perhaps they will find a deserted place to live in seclusion and live a life detached from worldly affairs.

Perhaps they will choose to end their own lives in the near future.

Whether it's the incident involving Master Jie Jiu more than thirty years ago, or the things that remain beneath this land after the fire.

When they did these things, this land was already destined to have no place for them.

"Respect to you, respect to your silent struggle over the past few decades!"

Hu Ming conjured another bottle of wine out of thin air, his eyes somewhat glazed, and watched the departing figures of these people as he murmured.

"And also, I salute you! No matter what terrible things you did to the Nine Gates in the past, you will always be the greatest person in this country for hundreds of years!"

Hu Ming opened another bottle of baijiu, leaned down and looked at the dark area within a three-kilometer radius, then poured the liquor from the air, his expression somewhat serious.

This was the first time Hu Ming had used honorifics when addressing someone.

Back then, after the body was transported out of Banai Village in Guangxi Province using special methods, Master Jie Jiu was hunted down and had nowhere to go. He was helped by Master Gou Wu in Hangzhou.

In the end, Dog Fifth Master used a clever escape plan to hide the corpse inside the Southern Song Dynasty imperial tomb.

This land, now ablaze with flames, is the site of the Southern Song Dynasty imperial tombs!
The body was originally intended to be used as a bargaining chip during the most difficult time of the crisis.

Now that everything has been carried out smoothly, it's about time to let that person rest in peace.

As for handing it over... nobody's that stupid!
Just then, Hu Ming's dazed eyes suddenly turned somewhat annoyed. He slapped his forehead; he had almost forgotten something important!
With a flick of his wrist, Hu Ming produced out of thin air a rusty lump of iron that emitted a faint fragrance!
"Isn't this the same kind of iron terracotta warrior fragment we found in Banna village?"

Wu Xie, who had just finished reading a letter left by Xie Lianhuan, was about to sigh with mixed feelings when he saw what Hu Ming suddenly took out and asked in confusion.

"You don't understand... this is the last piece of the puzzle."

However, Hu Ming simply smiled slightly, thinking that some things were too sensitive to be explained.

The precious sword appeared out of thin air, using superb skills to peel away the iron sheet without damaging the already dead flesh and blood inside.

Due to special preservation measures, although the flesh inside had long since stiffened, there were no signs of decay.

Hu Ming casually threw the piece of flesh into the escalating inferno.

This was found in the deep mountains by Hu Ming before he left, when he used his words and actions to force a confession from that old bastard.

This is an iron figurine that Pan Ma stole when Master Jie's team left.

As for Panma's fate... Wu Erbai personally dealt with that guy before leaving.

Ultimately, the archaeological team that Nianpanma and his group killed by the lake were all members of the younger generation of the Nine Gates!
Although those people have been brainwashed and are serving "him," it's not the outsider's place to clean house!
Things have come to this point, and it's all over.

For Hu Ming, apart from the matter of his younger brother, there was nothing else that needed his attention in the short term.

As for Wu Xie
Digesting the information left behind by Jie Lianhuan, dealing with the mess left by Wu Sansheng, and even tracing Xiao Ge's past will all take up a lot of his energy and time.

It seems that for a long time to come, Wu Xie will live a life of mental and physical exhaustion and anxiety.

For a person, physical exhaustion is far less than mental stress.

The saddest thing is that outsiders can't help with inner conflicts; you can only rely on yourself.

The next morning, after recovering from a rare hangover, Hu Ming briefly explained the situation in Changsha before catching the first flight back to Beijing.

The peaceful days lasted for a long time, and it wasn't until after the New Year that Hu Ming saw his brother again.

This day is the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, an auspicious day.

In Hu Ming's residence, Yin Nanfeng, Hong Xia, and others had already left, leaving the space and time for the two who were silently facing each other.

Perhaps because they were about to part ways, the young man, who never drinks, ordered a bottle of wine, frowned, and took a small sip.

Clearly, the young man didn't like the taste.

"Why bother? If you can't drink, then don't drink. It's only ten years, not a matter of life and death. Why make it so tragic?"

Seeing this, Hu Ming rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"During this time, I've been staying in Motuo in western Xinjiang." The young man, perfectly befitting his persona, simply recounted his experiences over this period.

"The Hidden Sea Flower? I knew you would go back there after you regained your memories. The most important woman in your life is now resting in the Hidden Sea Flower."

Hu Ming remained silent. He had read "The Flower in the Sea of ​​Tibet" and knew that Motuo was a very special place for Xiao Ge.

At the northernmost point of Medog, on the border, deep in the Himalayas, lies a snow-capped mountain rarely visited by humans.

The mountain is closed for at least half the year, and there is an ancient temple on the mountain.

The young man's biological mother died in the Tibetan sea flower near this temple.

Hu Ming once traveled a long distance to visit that place. To this day, three braziers are still lit in the front courtyard of the temple, and there is a sculpture in the back courtyard commemorating the departure of the young man.

Of course, that's another story. Deep in the Himalayas, on the Nibol side, many secrets are hidden.

For example, another colossal bronze gate, or the mysterious Kambaluo tribe.

Decades ago, some interesting stories also took place there, stories that would take a long time to tell. For details, please read "Tibetan Sea Flower"!
The young man was just saying it casually and didn't mean to go into details.

"I said goodbye to Fatty and Wu Xie before I came. I should go now. Hu Ming, please see me off. I'll need you to pick me up in ten years."

After a brief chat, the young man glanced at the time, stood up, and tidied his equipment.

"it is good!"

Hu Ming didn't try to stop him, and picked up the keys to the off-road vehicle that he had prepared beforehand.
Hu Ming increasingly felt that intuition was an incredible, godlike skill!
In the morning, Hu Ming had a vague premonition that the young man would visit today, so he had prepared for his journey well in advance.

The two drove back to the Changbai Mountains, crossed the Erdaobai River, and arrived at Yingshan Village at the foot of the Changbai Mountains.

Both Hu Ming and Xiao Ge are highly skilled and daring, so the harsh environment here has little impact on them.

After leaving their car there and replenishing some supplies, the two bid farewell to their acquaintance Shunzi and then set off into the Changbai Mountains.

Three days later, when the two arrived again at the bronze gate in the underground fissure of the Three Saints Peaks.

When the two arrived, the bronze gate had already opened a crack, and the ghostly soldiers had been waiting in front of it for a long time.

The young man silently changed into ancient armor, a black sword hanging at his waist, and dragged the token, the Ghost Seal, in his hand before walking into the specially reserved spot in the group.

"Aren't you coming in this time?"

The captain of the ghost soldiers looked at Hu Ming, who was sitting on the steps, with a hint of curiosity on his stiff face, and asked in an ancient language.

"No, I already knew what I wanted to know a year ago, so there's no need for me to go in again."

"Ten years from now, I will come back here to pick you up and take you home, and also to witness your return to the Void."

Hu Ming lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke mixed with water vapor, and shook his head.

It is worth mentioning that Hu Ming also answered in an ancient language with strange pronunciation.

Hu Ming had spent at least half a year inside, and the language used for communication among the inhabitants was this ancient language. No matter how poor Hu Ming's language talent was, under the influence of this environment, he learned the language quite well.

"it is good!"

The captain of the ghost soldiers said nothing more and led his men into the darkness inside the bronze gate.

Before leaving, the young man smiled slightly at Hu Ming, who was waving goodbye, and finally stepped into the world inside the gate.

The strange mist began to dissipate, the ancient horn sounds ceased, and amidst the deafening scraping sounds, the bronze door slowly closed, separating the world inside from the outside world once again.

Everything returned to calm, as if the ancient and mysterious bronze gate had never been opened.

Hu Ming sat there for what seemed like an eternity, smoking countless cigarettes, until he could faintly hear the flapping of wings before finally standing up.

"Alright, you're over twenty years old, why are you still acting like a little girl, all shy? You still have these kinds of emotions?"

"It's getting late, nephew, we should head back now. We can come back here to pick up our little brother in ten years."

Hu Ming slowly walked to the crack where he had left and entered this time, and patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, who had been secretly following him and hiding in the shadows.

Wu Xie's tracking skills were undoubtedly inadequate; Hu Ming and Xiao Ge had already discovered his trail.

If it weren't for the two of them helping him from time to time along the way, given Wu Xie's condition, he would probably have been stuck in the snow mountain like an ice pop.

"For people like you and Zhang Qiling, ten years is a trivial amount of time, but for an ordinary person like me, it's an exceptionally long time!"

Composing himself, Wu Xie took one last look at the tightly closed bronze door before following Hu Ming and leaving.

"Zhang Qiling, see you in ten years!"