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

"Didn't the Taoist priest who sells talismans on Changsheng Mountain come?"

When Su Mu, who was distributing wages, did not see the Taoist priest setting up his stall, he couldn't help but ask.

The bearded man, carrying a heavy money bag, grinned broadly. "His tendons are broken; he can't go down the mountain for a while unless a carriage takes him. Shall we bring him here?"

"Definitely. If he hadn't stepped on my foot, I would have been the one with a broken hamstring."

Su Mu made up an excuse.

Actually, he wanted to find out where the Taoist priest got the original "Rain Master's Edict" talisman from.

If it was also obtained from an ancient tomb, then is there a similar talisman in that tomb?

A single "Rain Master's Decree" talisman allows him to possess the extraordinary ability to control celestial phenomena. What about other similar talismans?

There is no record of similar talismans in ancient books such as "Shangqing Dadong", "Yunji Qiqian", "Guanshan Mizang" and "Guanshan Zhanxing".

The bearded man nodded.

With money in hand, Su Mu could then make his own judgments and carry out such orders.

Otherwise, hiring a carriage to bring the Taoist priest down from Changsheng Mountain would also be a considerable expense for him.

One hundred silver dollars!

That's a hundred silver dollars!

"It seems like no one is really interested in team building. But that makes sense. The most important thing is to take the money back to your families and buy them some gifts. Go on ahead, I won't keep you for dinner and drinks. We can get together another day."

Su Mu waved his hand.

Upon hearing this, the bearded man and the others smiled even more broadly and turned to leave.

"The three of us, my fellow disciples and I, are full and not hungry."

Partridge Whistle pulled the old foreigner and Hua Ling away quickly.

This left the space to Su Mu and Huo Xian'er.

However, Su Mu and the other party had just finished eating and did not feel hungry at all.

"Then, let's go upstairs and have a seat. It's still early."

Holding the shop key, Su Mu turned around and then led Huo Xian'er toward the stairwell.

Huo Xian'er raised her hand and stopped the Huo family subordinates who wanted to continue following her. She then quietly followed Su Mu upstairs.

During the Republic of China era, there weren't as many skyscrapers as there are now.

Apart from restaurants and hotels, most of them are residential buildings with only two or three floors.

Therefore, the two people standing on the second floor could see the dazzling stars and bright moonlight outside the window.

After going up to the second floor, Su Mu didn't say anything more. He just walked to the window and looked at the stars in the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Huo Xian'er walked to Su Mu's side, raised her head, and looked up at the dazzling night sky filled with twinkling stars.

The trip to Ping'er Mountain yielded some money and savings.

Through the magic of talismans and elixirs.

He will soon soar to great heights, becoming another shining star in Changsha, distinct from the Nine Gates.

Everything the Su family lost will be taken back by him, their orphaned son.

It's all just a matter of time.

before crossing.

He had absolutely no interest in tomb raiding or burial.

But since a miraculous antiquities identification system has appeared, turning decay into wonder, he has become somewhat interested.

Becoming a god or an immortal is irrelevant.

"Would you like to hear a story?"

"Um."

"Long, long ago, heaven and earth were not like they are now. In that direction, there was a high mountain that connected heaven and earth, called Buzhou."

"At that time, mortals could also climb the high mountain to the heavens, breathe in the immortal air, and transcend to become immortals."

"Later, Mount Buzhou broke off, and from then on, the path between heaven and earth was severed, and there was no longer a shortcut for mortals to ascend to immortality."

"However, some powerful human beings have found a similar method and discovered a tree species called Jianmu."

"If you plant that tree, a giant tree will grow, connecting heaven and earth..."

The familiar storytelling segment has begun again.

Huo Xian'er rested her chin on her hand, placed her elbow on the windowsill, and tilted her head to look at Su Mu with bright eyes.

The stories Su Mu told were not recorded in most books at the time, but they all had traceable origins.

Things like Buzhou Mountain and Jianmu mentioned by Su Mu at this time.

Those are all magical things described in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas does not contain many stories describing these objects.

Su Mu seems to make things up on the spot, spouting off any allusion he finds, yet he always speaks with such seriousness.

Is it really just the ignorant child from the private school that Huo Jinxi mentioned, who can casually pick up all sorts of allusions from ancient books and weave them into easy-to-understand stories?

"I still want to hear you tell the story of the poor boy from Mud Bottle Alley who pursued the sword fairy girl."

After Su Mu stopped telling the story, Huo Xian'er paused for a moment before speaking.

Su Mu scratched his head: "How many times have I said it? Aren't you tired of hearing it?"

Huo Xian'er shook her head vigorously: "No."

……

"go out!"

In Zhang Qishan's office at his residence, Zhang Qishan, with a stern face, kicked Zhang Rishan out.

"I'm not lying to your brother!" Zhang Rishan knocked anxiously on the tightly closed door.

"The news about the Zhang family has been leaked out sometime ago. Even the cats and dogs on the street know about it. As far as I know, the Southern Archives that the person you mentioned has already fallen to the authorities some time ago."

"That guy might be using you to lure me in, and you're being so sure of yourself. Don't bother me. I'm about to find clues about that dead truck. We can talk about other things after I finish this."

Zhang Qishan's cold voice rang out in the office.

Zhang Rishan repeatedly pondered the meaning of Zhang Qishan's words in his mind.

The Southern Archives has fallen.

This generation of Zhang family patriarchs has already been forced into the game.

The direct descendants of the Zhang family either fled overseas or entered the mortal world to escape their fate.

It has become a disorganized mess.

Behind the scenes, multiple unidentified forces are manipulating and intertwining the situation, and they are also trying to uncover more secrets about the Zhang family by following the clues in the martial arts world.

Zhang Rishan walked blankly to the window in the stairwell and looked up at the starry sky above.

But in his eyes, those dazzling stars were just like the Qilin Zhang family members that Zhang Qishan had mentioned, who had slowly scattered and lived in different places, each in their own corner.

It will never regain its former prosperity, nor will it ever regain its former cohesion.

These things.

Zhang Qishan never said that.

He might only tell this one and only confidant.

After all, if the news were to be revealed, the guards, who also came from the Zhang family in Northeast China, would likely fall into chaos.

They banded together, from north to south, enduring humiliation and hardship, just to prove something to their own kin who looked down on them.

Even without the invincible Qilin bloodline, those who bear the Qiongqi tattoo can still make a name for themselves in human society.

However, he hadn't had a chance to vent his anger yet.

The target of his revenge and venting his anger was his hometown, the very source of his life, which had fallen into the hands of outsiders.

Inside the office.

Zhang Qishan placed the information he had collected over the past few days on his desk.

An old, yellowed report titled "Hatoyama Diary" stands prominently among them.