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

Inside the Crescent Moon Hotel.

With the arrival of the five discerning families, Su Mu didn't need to explain the rest.

The five families, worried about the fact that their families had produced someone with exceptional forgery skills, racked their brains trying to explain why they needed to conceal their identities and deceive Old Master Yi.

"Master, gentlemen, Miss has asked Peng Sanbian to come upstairs for a chat."

Just then, someone came upstairs, crouched down behind him, and came to Su Mu's rescue.

If this continues, I'm afraid we'll really be forced into marriage soon.

Su Mu and the others all breathed a sigh of relief and stood up: "Then we'll go up first, everyone please continue."

Among the group led upstairs by the maid of the Crescent Moon Hotel, Su Mu lowered his voice and said to Zhang Qishan beside him, "I can't keep up the act anymore. You'll deal with Yi Xinyue later."

Zhang Qishan looked surprised.

Such a great opportunity to rise to prominence, and Su Mu just gave it up to me like that?

Then, Zhang Qishan glanced at Huo Xian'er beside Su Mu and quickly understood the meaning of Su Mu's words.

Among their group, he and Qi Tiezui were the only two without anyone by their side.

Huo Xian'er wasn't the type to tolerate Su Mu's infidelity.

Su Mu himself didn't seem to have any expectations for Yi Xinyue, whom he had never met.

"Okay." Zhang Qishan nodded, starting to think about what identity he should use to face Yi Xinyue next.

However, they were overthinking it.

"You must be Peng Sanbian, right? No matter what the people below say, you must be Peng Sanbian." Yi Xinyue popped her head out and pulled Zhang Qishan from the crowd.

Zhang Qishan: "I..."

Zhang Qishan looked at the crowd behind him with a puzzled expression.

Everyone shrugged.

It was obvious that the girl had fallen for Zhang Qishan when they were on the platform.

Therefore, whether Zhang Qishan's Peng Sanbian is real or fake is actually irrelevant.

Even if Zhang Qishan was just a homeless man on the street, there was nothing that could be done once they took a liking to each other.

"Let's come clean, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm so tired."

Su Mu stretched, really having no thoughts or ideas about the couple.

Yi Xinyue was not his type.

Huo Xian'er, who looks exactly like Yue Qiluo from his past life, is his type.

All he wants now is for the auction to start and end as soon as possible so he can return to Changsha.

There's a whole host of things waiting for him to handle over there.

After the showdown.

Unexpectedly, Yi Xinyue didn't care at all who they were or what their identities were.

He looked at Zhang Qishan with obvious affection.

Incidentally, the girl also revealed some details about tonight's auction.

"The items at my auctions are always different. This time, the theme is medicine and food, and you'll definitely be surprised!"

"Hmm? Tell me more?"

"I can't reveal more details, but it's related to the ancient legend of the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

"You mean, food, related to the Classic of Mountains and Seas???"

"You'll find out tonight, let's not talk about it now."

"..."

next moment.

The feeling that someone was calling to him from the depths of his being surged into Su Mu's heart once again.

Unlike last time, this time it was a voice calling out to him with a very obscure accent.

"Could it be that something happened in the Miao village?"

Su Mu doesn't know many friends, but that simple boy from the Miao village is one of them.

There wasn't a single one with a strong regional accent.

Therefore, the incident must have happened in the Miao village.

……

Miao village on the edge of Laoxiong Ridge.

The Miao people, who lived a peaceful and secluded life, have been subjected to repeated bombardments from the outside world in recent days.

The reason is that Chen Yulou, the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction who was blocked in and out of Ping'er Mountain by Luo Laowai's enemies, issued a call to action.

Deep in Ping'er Mountain.

Luo Laowai, whose soldiers were almost all dead, clung to Chen Yulou's sleeve, looking disheveled and ashamed: "Boss, you're so loyal! If this helps me make a comeback, I, Luo, will never forget your kindness!"

Luo Laowai wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

These soldiers were all his relatives and brothers whom he had brought from his hometown.

People rose up in rebellion in order to find some peace in this chaotic world.

Unexpectedly, they were almost completely wiped out by the other side overnight.

Chen Yulou also looked disheveled, but his inherent arrogance remained: "Don't worry, I, Chen Yulou, have never had the thought of abandoning any of my brothers. This is the first time we've encountered someone who dares to block my path of the Unloading Ridge Sect."

boom!

The sound of cannon fire rang out again, creating a deep crater to the right of Chen Yulou.

Most of the able-bodied men in the nearby Miao villages were forced by the warlords, Luo Laowai's enemies, to carry ammunition and supplies to the front lines because of the war.

The boy's elderly grandfather was also among those sent to transport supplies in order to protect the boy.

Ahead, Luo Laowai and Chen Yulou fought desperately.

Then, reinforcements sent by Changsheng Mountain surrounded them, causing chaos.

The boy, bewildered, followed the path Su Mu had taken before, and unintentionally arrived at the location of the dilapidated temple that had stood there before.

The temple had been shattered by the lightning of that day.

Only a 'monster' head was placed on the stone.

The boy walked sadly to the stream and slowly knelt down.

"If gods truly exist, please save our village! We've all hidden in the mountains; we are innocent."

The boy lowered his head, covering his face as he sobbed.

The head of a clay statue of an ancestral witch that Su Mu had picked up that day was placed on the stone in front of the boy.

The boy, and all the Miao people in the village, are actually descendants of the shaman.

They simply didn't have any historical records to document it, so they were unaware of it themselves.

A faint light flickered on the clay sculpture of the ancestral shaman's head.

Seemingly unwilling, the heavens and earth were about to unleash their mysterious fortune, utterly destroying the fortune of the witch.

But they are long gone, and the only one left, Houtu, has also turned into reincarnation and is now sleeping in the Nine Netherworlds.

"Damn it, who knows when this battle will end! The reinforcements from the Unloading Ridge faction have arrived, putting us in an awkward position. Damn it, why did the boss have to provoke Chen Yulou?"

"It's all because of the treasure of Ping'er Mountain. Our squad is alright, we're only responsible for training and protecting food and ammunition. As for the others on the front lines, who knows how many have died."

"Forget it, I'll just go into the village to clear my head. I'm really irritated right now!"

"..."

The boy kneeling by the river had his head down, his mind filled with memories of Su Mu standing up for him and protecting him.

No one can protect him forever, and no outsider will pay the price to protect their defenseless village.

"What are you doing!"

"Get out!"

"Hahaha, the more you struggle, the more I enjoy it!"

"What are you doing! I'm an old woman!"

"It's okay, we don't mind."

"..."

The boy, kneeling on the ground, suddenly heard the screams and cries of the women in the village behind him.

The boy clenched his fists tightly, his eyes turning bloodshot with extreme anger.

Snapped!

The clay sculpture of the ancestral shaman suddenly exploded and scattered on the ground.

The only surviving true-to-life ancient ancestral shaman head in the world has completely given up the chance to survive.

call--

An endless, eerie wind blew through the mountain stream.

A series of dark figures rushed out from the mountain stream where they were hiding, and all of them rushed into the boy's body.

The Wu tribe began its decline after the Lich Calamity, and this place is the only remaining surviving branch of their bloodline.

If the bloodline and race are about to be wiped out, what's the point of keeping a trace of true spirit?

"Since we can't escape it, let's engage with the world."

"Is he my great-great-grandson?"

"She has my blood in her veins."

"The High Priest has spent a thousand years of his life to find a way for us to avoid the secrets of heaven, hiding in the mountain stream, waiting for our destiny. Alas, who can bear this?"

"You insignificant humans, how dare you annihilate the bloodline of my witch clan!"

"..."

The boy strode toward the village, growing taller and broader with each step.

By the time he reached the village, he had grown from half a person's height to two meters, and his fists and arms were as thick as an average adult's calves.

"The last bloodline of the Jiuli tribe."

"Where is the True Lord Chi You!"

"The humans have invaded my witch clan again!"

"..."