Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"Giggle giggle..."

The baby seemed to sense Su Mu's fear and let out a strange "giggle" laugh.

At the same time, two pupils appeared directly in the baby's eyes.

When the other eye appeared, Su Mu instantly got goosebumps, as if it had seen through all his secrets.

"Born with double pupils, wow, people like that in ancient times would have been considered exceptionally fortunate!"

"This little guy seems to be able to control the appearance and concealment of his other pupil; no wonder I didn't notice it before."

"What an amazing child! He's so young, yet he already seems to understand human nature."

"This is the child of the mountain god and that ancient ancestor from another era. It would be strange if there were no unusual signs."

"Su Mu, what do you plan to do with this child?"

"Su Mu?"

"Su Mu!?"

"..."

Memories of the movie "Double Vision" quickly surfaced in Su Mu's mind.

True Immortal Temple

"Double-Eyed Baby"

Slaying the Five Demons

"Corpse Dissection Immortal"

Foundation for Immortality

Is all of this really just a coincidence?

Or is it because the name "True Immortal Temple" has already appeared in the world that its true master has been born?

"Su Mu?"

The people around were still calling out Su Mu's name.

Su Mu realized what was happening and said with a complicated expression, "I don't know what to do either. I met Hua Zi at the bottom of the cave. She said that if I could, she would ask me to help take care of their child when I came out."

"That's easy, just adopt. With your abilities and resources, you're not worried about not being able to take care of a child, are you?"

"That's right, that's right. Anyway, at our age, it's time to settle down and have a child. Some of our peers are already grandfathers."

"That's outrageous! Who else do you see at our age being a grandfather?"

"I just said it offhand."

"But we're already twenty and still not married, which is indeed a bit late for us."

"..."

Su Mu handed the baby to Huo Xian'er, who was standing beside him.

Zhang Haiqi kept shaking her head at this.

Although Zhang Haiqi has experience in taking care of children, if children are cared for in her way, then once those children grow up, they will only ever become "warriors" instead of children from normal families.

Zhang Hailou and Zhang Haixia still occasionally reminisce about the wonderful childhood they spent with their master, Zhang Haiqi.

But in reality, their happy childhood was very short, and most of it consisted of memories of painful training.

"Should we give him a name?"

"Hmm, let's call him Ling. He is the son of Hua Zi and the Ancestor from Another World. This guy from Another World has long given up his mortal name in order to cultivate the Dao, so I'm too lazy to look it up."

"Su Ling?"

"Don't give him my surname; the consequences would be too great."

"Then let's just call it 'Ling'?"

"Yes, let's call him Ling. This child's future path may be different from all of ours. He has his own way of life to follow, and we can't bind or hold him back."

"Is that so strange?"

"Ling, little Lingling, giggle giggle."

"Hey, he's hiding his eyes again."

"Someone's here."

"..."

The villagers, dressed in traditional Miao clothing unique to western Hunan, invited over what they called a "corpse-driving master."

In these chaotic times of war, many wealthy people who died far from home hired these "corpse-transporting masters" to help collect the bodies of their relatives and companions and bring them back to their hometowns, so that they could return to their roots.

With reminders from those around me.

When Su Mu looked up, he saw the corpse-driving man, wearing a square Taoist hat, a yellow robe with Bagua symbols, holding a peach wood sword, and with five emperor coins hanging from his waist, walking towards him.

Su Mu glanced at it and suddenly felt a distorted and blurred vision.

The thought immediately formed in his mind that this guy was a genuine Maoshan Taoist priest with real skills.

Su Mu focused his attention again, and then his jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.

"Master Four Eyes?"

"Oh, so some people here have actually heard of my name?"

"I am but a humble person, and I am none other than the Daoist Master Si Mu."

"..."

The Taoist priest held his head high and chest out, subconsciously reaching out to push up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

If it weren't for those glasses, he would be a well-known gentleman in the surrounding area.

It was precisely because he wore glasses that were out of step with the times, coupled with the title of a Taoist priest from Maoshan, that he suddenly gave off an incongruous and out of place vibe.

"Can this guy really transport their bodies back to Changsha safely?"

"Could he be a fake Taoist priest?"

"No, although this person looks a bit slovenly, you can still see the Taoist temperament between his brows."

"Changsha isn't too far from western Hunan, but I've never heard of anyone in Changsha actually being able to transport corpses?"

"Now we need to see clearly how exactly corpse-driving works."

"Make way, make way, where's the employer?"

"I am the employer."

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the employer I'm transporting. I need to check the situation first to see if it's suitable for corpse transport."

"Oh, everyone's here."

"Are you government officials?"

"Couldn't the government hire a corpse-transporting master?"

"No, this is the first time I've encountered government officials who still believe in our line of work. The corpses of your companions have obvious signs of forging, and most of their hands have calluses. It's easy to tell at a glance that they are government officials."

"..."

After briefly examining the condition of the deceased, Master Simu began discussing the cost of transporting the bodies with Zhang Qishan and the others.

Su Mu stood to one side and did not participate in their discussion.

In Su Mu's line of sight.

As Master Simu chatted with the people around him, he would occasionally take out grains of white rice from his pocket and pop them into his mouth to chew, eating them with relish as if they were snacks.

"Glutinous rice." Su Mu nodded slightly.

The rice that Master Simu was chewing like a snack was probably the glutinous rice that Taoists used to treat zombies.

Master Four Eyes caught a glimpse of Su Mu, who was constantly scrutinizing him, and said with a sneer, "Nuomi, I didn't bring much. Want some?"

Su Mu scratched his head: "Isn't glutinous rice only for making fried glutinous rice?"

Master Four Eyes' eyes lit up: "That's right, you also know that glutinous rice can cure zombies, hahaha. My family has been Taoist priests since my great-grandfather's generation. In my generation, zombies still run rampant, Taoist priests are everywhere, and glutinous rice has become more expensive. Sigh."

Qi Tiezui asked Zhang Qishan for a silver dollar and handed it to Master Simu.

Qi Tiezui laughed and said, "Daoist, Buddha is very rich, so don't refuse. I know it's not easy to do what you do, it's hard work and you don't earn much money, so take it."

Master Simu weighed the silver dollar in his hand and subconsciously swallowed.

This money was enough for him to travel back and forth from western Hunan to Changsha dozens of times.

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P.S.: I'm still begging for gifts, even free ones, sob sob.