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

Even Zhang Qishan had rarely experienced such bizarre events.

The Zhang family has a special bloodline.

Even if it is only a illegitimate bloodline, it can still suppress most evil spirits.

Even so, the Zhang family soldiers, who had never suffered from any common illnesses, caught colds one after another in the past few days.

"That kid's probably dead."

Zhang Qishan exhaled a heavy breath, shook his head, and remained silent.

The busy Zhang Qishan did not immediately recognize the boy whose appearance was mostly obscured by the darkness of the night.

On the contrary, Zhang Rishan, who was behind him, recognized the onlookers at the city gate as Su Mu, the manager of the Zhenxian Temple.

Zhang Rishan shook his head vigorously at Su Mu, pouting.

He gestured to Su Mu not to get involved and not to look at or listen to the strange movements of the corpses.

As the Zhang family's group drew closer, Su Mu saw a scene unlike any he had ever witnessed before.

Among the crowd, one could see...

Apart from Zhang Qishan, Zhang Rishan, and Qi Tiezui, all the Zhang family guards had ghostly eyes that could be moved at will on their faces.

The ghostly eyes hovered over the soldiers' foreheads, cheeks, mouths, and necks, moving and wandering around.

They kept looking around, blinking, as if searching for any living beings other than these corpse carriers.

Such a bizarre scene, if witnessed by others, would surely cause them to fall seriously ill upon returning home, or be instantly locked onto by a ghostly eye, possessed, and taken from them.

But they didn't know that there were different kinds of sappanwood.

Their gazes, upon spotting the sole observer, instantly froze and focused, locking onto Su Mu's location.

then,

They then saw the twelve enormous and even more bizarre Dharma images hidden in the darkness, their heads reaching the sky and their feet firmly planted on the ground, standing behind Su Mu.

The vengeful spirit is invisible.

It can freely change its shape to a certain scale.

but,

The ghost eyes raised their eyes, trying their best to see above the chests of the twelve Dharma images, but they still couldn't see them clearly.

The area above the chest of the twelve statues was covered by high-altitude clouds.

The evil spirit is formless and can change its shape at will.

But who the hell could transform into such a terrifying giant?

If they could change their posture from having their feet on the ground to having their heads in the sky, what would they have to fear from Zhang Qishan and his ilk?

They are just dead.

It's not that I've become stupid.

The ghost eyes instinctively shifted their gaze, none of them looking in Su Mu's direction again.

This creature is not to be trifled with...

"What is that? It's so itchy."

Scarface scratched his head and back, then, as if possessed, turned to look at the spot on his back that suddenly felt itchy.

Just then, the ghost eyes froze again, all landing on Scarface, who was unconsciously turning his head to look at his personal guards.

Fate, luck, and feng shui are the three most important factors in life.

Four, accumulate good deeds in secret; five, study hard.

If you cry three times upon being born, your fate, whether good or bad, is predetermined.

All your scheming and plotting are no match for the simple strokes of fate.

In history, even the Prime Minister Zhuge Liang, whose fate is shrouded in mystery, could not escape his own destiny.

Scarface, who should have died long ago from tomb raiding and debt collection, has yet to die.

So at this moment, his destiny finally erupted completely.

Those people from the slums spent half their lives without being taken in by the powerful figures who were everywhere in Changsha.

No matter how hard they try, they still can't accumulate the wealth that a normal person should have.

In these difficult times, many lives will be lost.

And they are just one of those impoverished and lowly beings in the world, as fleeting as duckweed.

"Cough cough cough..."

The scarred man turned his head, then suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands, choking himself until his face turned red and purple.

Unable to speak, the scarred man looked at Su Mu with tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with extreme pain and fear.

In his increasingly blurred vision, he could already see a phantom with bull horns and a horse's face rapidly approaching him from a distance, shrinking the distance to an inch.

The extradition of the dead is not always carried out by Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an from the Black and White Impermanence. Those who have committed serious crimes in their lives are escorted by the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, whose punishments are even more severe and brutal.

"Come at me if you have a problem. What kind of skill is it to bully those with poor fates?"

Su Mu stepped forward and stood in front of the scarred man.

He had never encountered anything like this before, and he hadn't gained much from flipping through the ancient books he had been working on these past few days.

But a thought popped into my head: the crisis before us could only be resolved by this method.

Ghost Eyes dared not look at Su Mu.

After blocking his view, Su Mu turned his gaze to look in another direction.

The scarred man, who was on the verge of suffocation, was relieved at this moment. He quickly lowered his hands that had been choking his neck and started breathing heavily while supporting himself on his knees.

He had his head down, and the tears on his face hadn't been completely wiped away.

What just happened was definitely not an illusion or hallucination.

He truly saw the ghost, and he also saw the underworld's Ox-Head and Horse-Face guardians who were about to guide him to the end of his life.

Before he died, just like Su Mu had last time, all sorts of memories from his past life flashed by like a painting.

His past life was cold and bleak.

As a child, in order to find money to sell himself to save his younger sister, he braved the wind and snow, kneeling and begging along the street.

As he grew older, he mustered up his courage and became a henchman for the villains employed by wealthy people.

He felt immense pain when he trampled those equally humble and poor people underfoot because they couldn't repay their debts to the rich.

Because that's how he got here before.

Out of compassion, he gradually gave up his job of bullying the weak to earn money from the rich.

He learned from the Nine Gates and started a tomb raiding business.

Most of the tombs that a lowly tomb raider like him might find are already mostly empty.

Of the only room available, ninety percent was taken by the team leader, leaving only one tenth for Mingming, who had risked his life to enter the ancient tomb first.

He still couldn't fully realize this 10% profit.

Despite having no money, power, background, or social standing, even when he was dealing in antiques, he still had to have his share taken by various powerful entities.

now,

However, after going out with Su Mu, he encountered this strange thing upon returning.

Before leaving home, he had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen tonight.

But he believed that as long as Su Mu was there, everything would be alright, so he gritted his teeth and volunteered to rent a carriage and become Su Mu's driver.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

"Cough cough..."

The scarred man, head bowed, wiped away his tears and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Thank you, boss."

This time, Scarface said "Thank you, employer" with more sincerity than ever before, coming from the bottom of his heart.

"If you follow me, you'll likely encounter more of these kinds of things in the future. You still need to learn what I'm telling you to learn. When you come back, I'll teach you real skills so that you'll have the ability to protect yourself even without me when you encounter these evil spirits in the future."

Su Mu said with a frown.

"I will." Scarface nodded earnestly.

Su Mu, whose life was also full of hardships, deeply understood some of the unseen truths.

What kind of murder and arson brings wealth and honor?

What do you mean by "a poor family can produce a great son"?

If you're not destined for it, no matter how hard you try, it's useless.

If you're destined for that, then everything you do will go smoothly.

Having been seriously ill for seventeen years, he had considered various other methods from his past life in an attempt to completely cure himself.

But he could barely walk two steps, and he had no relatives left. What could he do?

After meeting Huo Xian'er, he learned that he had arrived in the universe of the Nine Gates.

His mind was filled with thoughts about the plot and characters' fates in The Mystic Nine.

But what could he do when he couldn't even leave the house at that time...?