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

Inside the Miao village.

The girl, pinned beneath the man and tearing at her clothes, had a red glow in her eyes, and her expression changed, completely unlike her usual self.

"This is the last vestige of consciousness. Take it, young lady."

Similar scenes were also observed in other parts of the Miao village.

Roar!!!

The soldiers, who were standing on the mountaintop and frowning as they looked down at the situation on the mountainside, turned their heads to look at the Miao village behind them that had emitted the strange beastly roar.

puff--

Above a Miao village hidden in the mountains, a soldier dressed in a military uniform was thrown into the air, blood dripping from a huge hole in his chest.

Immediately afterwards, more soldiers who had entered the village and committed atrocities were thrown into the air by tremendous force, their bodies severed one by one.

"I...I didn't do anything to you, please, please don't kill me..."

"what……"

The roars grew closer to the mountaintop, and the screams of fear from the soldiers below were carried by the wind to the ears of the leading official.

In the blink of an eye, the Miao men and women who had come from the Miao village, their eyes bloodshot from the fighting, had gathered at the top of the mountain.

The leading warlord tried to pull out a gun and fired a shot.

The bullet sliced ​​through the air and went straight into the chest cavity of someone in the Miao village's group of men and women.

puff--

The wounds of the person who was hit burst open with blood, but their resentful, blood-stained eyes and facial expressions remained unchanged.

"No, you guys, why did you provoke these monsters?!"

The warlord collapsed helplessly in a pool of blood, his last thought escaping with a slight movement of his lips as he uttered his final words to the world.

They were trapped in the mountains by Chen Yulou's men, unable to advance or retreat.

Unless they break through the battle path ahead and capture Chen Yulou alive, what awaits them is the raging flames of the Unloading Ridge faction.

Unexpectedly, before they could even feel the anger of the Xieling people, they were met with a frenzied and reckless attack from the Miao village they had looked down upon.

"Go find him, go find him."

"Find him."

"Search."

"..."

The Miao man who had been shot fell to the ground, and some mysterious and obscure language resonated in the hearts of the Miao villagers who were still alive.

At the same time, a memory of a boy sweating as he wiped the Ancestral Witch Temple was also etched into the minds of the Miao people who were still alive.

It turns out that this Miao ethnic group is indeed a descendant of the legendary Jiuli, a descendant of Chiyou, and a descendant of the legendary shaman.

All eyes fell on the boy among them, who was the most robust and covered in blue rune tattoos.

Because they had seen that person before, and knew that he had come to the village looking for a boy.

The last hint left by our ancestors was to go and find the foreign boy in white.

"Changsha, let's go."

The boy clenched his fist and led the group to begin their rapid trek down the mountain.

Miao villages are no longer ideal places of refuge. Such conflicts will only intensify, and the area will eventually be affected by external warfare.

……

"Isn't the distance enough?"

Inside the Crescent Moon Hotel, Su Mu, who was trying to use "Immortal Travel" to create a teleportation space, frowned.

The little butterfly flapped its wings, expressing its resistance to Su Mu's command.

It was only recently born from heaven and earth, and because of a trace of witchcraft, it underwent a change in its bloodline.

Since ancient times, witchcraft and sorcery have been inseparable; witchcraft has appeared in the world.

The Gu (a type of poisonous insect) emerged together.

However, its current spiritual energy is insufficient to perform long-distance teleportation.

It took Su Mu and his companions two days and one night by train from Beiping to Changsha.

Such a long distance...

"Something must have happened in the Miao village!"

Feeling the restlessness in his blood vessels, Su Mu had this thought in his mind.

"Su Mu, you..."

Huo Xian'er, who was chatting in the next room, turned around and saw Su Mu in his unusual state, covered with golden mystic patterns.

Other parts were covered by clothing, so Huo Xian'er couldn't see them.

Golden lines ran down Su Mu's forehead, spreading around his eyes, down the center of his nose to his chin, and around the bottom of his neck.

boom!

Before Su Mu could even exert any force while holding the apple, it exploded and shattered, scattering its contents everywhere.

Seeing Huo Xian'er's terrified expression, Su Mu stood up: "Don't be nervous, I... this golden pattern."

"What's wrong?"

The people chatting in the next room came over one after another and saw the strange sight of Su Mu covered in golden patterns and the apple juice residue in his hand.

Upon seeing Zhang Qishan appear, Su Mu casually pointed and said, "My current state is similar to the state of the tattoos on his body."

Zhang Qishan pointed to himself: "Me?"

After controlling emotional fluctuations.

The golden markings on Su Mu's body gradually faded away, disappearing once again beneath his skin.

Pointed out by Su Mu, Zhang Qishan, who drew everyone's attention, said: "I have a Qiongqi tattoo, and it's also a family tattoo symbol. Furthermore, it's a pigeon blood tattoo."

Su Mu glanced at the apple juice stains on his hands with some disgust, then shook them off. "What a coincidence, this is also a family tattoo. My family committed a terrible crime in the past, almost getting exiled to Ningguta. So they tattooed their faces with gold ink, and it was incredibly painful..."

Everyone: "..."

Zhang Qishan frowned as he entered Su Mu's room and casually lifted his shirt.

The tattoo on his shoulder had appeared on its own sometime during that time.

The tattoos of the Zhang family, whether they are Qiongqi or Qilin.

They only appear spontaneously when the blood and qi are agitated, or when one encounters danger.

Seeing this, Zhang Qishan decisively concluded it was the latter.

Are there different levels of bloodline?

But when he was around his fellow clansmen with Qilin tattoos on their shoulders, he didn't feel it either.

"I happen to need your help with something. The price is that when we get back, you don't have to pay me back all the money. Pay me back 80%, but that's still too much. How about 70%?"

Su Mu sat down again and looked at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan walked in and said, "Speak."

Su Mu nodded: "I need you to send an urgent telegram back to Changsha to ask if any outside ethnic groups have come to my Zhenxian Temple today. If not, I'll trouble Partridge Whistle to make a trip to the Miao Village at Old Bear Ridge for me."

Zhang Qishan glanced at Su Mu for a while before nodding, "Okay."

Zhang Qishan summoned his personal guards and whispered a few words of advice in their ears.

He couldn't send a telegram using his identity as the Changsha defense officer, but he had other ways, albeit at a high cost.

No matter how expensive it was, after seeing Su Mu's terrifying state with golden markings all over his face, Zhang Qishan made up his mind to help Su Mu this time.

He wanted to secure this favor.

The guards received the order and quickly ran out of the Crescent Hotel.

The people inside the New Moon Hotel lost their previous desire to chat and sat down next to Su Mu, asking about the appearance of the golden pattern and the reason for the tattoos in Zhang Qishan's family.

Su Mu looked at Zhang Qishan and said, "I'll say what he says."

Zhang Qishan looked at Su Mu and said, "I'll say what he says."

Qi Tiezui: "Are you two going to tell me or not?"

Zhang Qishan, who was full of curiosity about Su Mu, finally gave in to Su Mu and said, "The tattoo on my body is a family symbol. It only appears when my blood rushes to my head. No one can see it normally."

Su Mu nodded in agreement: "Me too."

Zhang Qishan frowned: "I come from a reclusive family."

Su Mu nodded: "Me too."

Zhang Qishan: "Can you say something different?"

Qi Tiezui: "That's right, Manager Su, you're clearly trying to trick the Buddha into revealing anything. You didn't say anything about secrets at all. Tch, you stingy person."

The crowd watched with growing curiosity as Su Mu paced back and forth.

Pigeon blood tattoos can make the rumors about tattoos that are usually hidden under the skin known to everyone in the martial arts world.

But the golden tattoo runes were something I had never heard of or seen before.