Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

The guy knew from the beginning that Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling had taken the opportunity to leave.

For no other reason than that.

Chen Yan was wearing an earpiece, not to mention his buddies.

They didn't actually need to call anyone from the beginning.

You just need to speak into the headset.

Leaving such an obvious loophole was meant for Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi.

As for the other members of the Zhang family you mentioned?

Forget it, if they dare to come out, the snipers in the shadows will shoot them back.

Of the people here, only Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi are able to leave to find the Godfather.

Because there is a need.

Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi realized soon after they left that Chen Yan had deliberately let them win.

Otherwise, they would have encountered no fellow workers.

"Dumb guy, it seems Fourth Master has something to discuss with us."

Zhang Qiling didn't answer, but quickened his pace, and Hei Xiazi followed with a smile.

The two of them quickly arrived at the location that Li Tian had led them out to.

There was only one person guarding this place, and he was even sleeping?

Is that correct?

If Wu Xie and the others saw this situation, they would probably laugh in anger.

You should have said so earlier!

I don't have a hobby of being watched while I go to the toilet!

If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have installed a toilet!

Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling exchanged a glance, both of them speechless.

However, they are still very savvy in social interactions.

So they quietly bypassed the servants and entered the underground palace.

After they went in, the guy jumped up like he'd come back from the dead and stood up straight.

There was no sign of sleepiness in his eyes.

It's all about interpersonal relationships and social niceties.

"Dumb guy, I have a bad feeling."

Zhang Qiling really wanted to say: Stop talking, I have one too.

After the two quietly entered the underground palace, they slowly approached from the very edge.

From a distance, they could only see a group of people on the platform, the ones playing computer games, wondering what they were calculating.

But Chen Yan and the others didn't see where anyone was.

"They're here."

The sudden sound sent a chill down Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi's spines.

Their skills were so impressive that people could get close to them, even from behind.

That's not right!

The two quickly turned around and backed away to create distance between them.

But when he saw who was behind him, Hei Xiazi relaxed: "It's you."

Wu Xian looked at them, turned her head and said, "Since you're here, come with me."

Zhang Qiling looked at Hei Xiazi, who said, "If we're talking about someone who can appear behind us silently, this one definitely counts."

He then followed Wu Xian's footsteps, asking as they walked, "Senior, I only have one question: What does Chen Yan want us to do?"

As Wu Xian walked, she replied, "You'll know when we get there."

Zhang Qiling followed them and carefully observed Wu Xian.

This person walks with absolutely no sound.

Her footsteps landed very lightly, so lightly that even the dust on the floor seemed not to feel any force.

Zhang Qiling couldn't imagine how such a person could do it.

No matter how light a person's steps are, it's impossible for them to walk as if their feet aren't touching the ground at all.

But Wu Xian really seemed to be floating on air.

Zhang Qiling was very curious about how this kind of control was developed.

Wu Xian led them to the right side of the underground palace.

A figure was sitting here.

Chen Yan, who was smoking a cigarette, heard footsteps and turned his head to look. He saw Wu Xian bringing Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling over.

"The person has arrived."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Chen Yan's attitude towards Wu Xian was still quite respectful.

Wu Xian didn't care and turned away lightly.

Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling sat down and looked at Chen Yan.

"Young Master, what are you trying to do by pulling this stunt?"

Chen Yan took the cigarette out of his mouth, looked at Hei Xiazi, and asked, "Are there any Mongolian legends related to clubs?"

? ? ? ?

"wooden club?"

Hei Xiazi glanced at Chen Yan with surprise and began to ponder deeply.

Chen Yan then looked at Zhang Qiling: "The Zhang family once caused extensive damage to temples."

"And in those temples, there is a god who is like a club."

Why?

"Don't tell me you didn't know. At least I know you've done this kind of thing yourself, more than once."

Hei Xiazi looked at Zhang Qiling, who lowered his eyes slightly: "I have amnesia."

"Have you really lost your memory?"

Chen Yan calmly asked, "Zhang Qiling, I did promise you that I would leave a portion of the Zhang family members for you."

"But I never said that the Zhang family members you left behind could live normal lives in society."

The implication was clear to both Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi.

If you don't tell me, then none of the Zhang family members who come in will leave.

Let's just endure this here, living on in vain.

If you endure until you end up like the Zhang family members who once entered this place, you will be cursed by the heavens if you don't bring the meteorite, and if you bring the meteorite, you will be unable to leave and will ultimately have no choice but to commit suicide.

Zhang Qiling frowned slightly, looked up at Chen Yan, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Hei Xiazi coughed twice: "Um, Fourth Master, the mute did indeed suffer from amnesia."

"How long ago are you referring to?"

Hei Xiazi fell silent. Well, what else could he say?

You're a mute, so good luck to you.

Chen Yan looked at Zhang Qiling and asked, "After you came out of Xisha, why did you end up in Guangxi?"

"The Zhang family's ancestral home is in the mountains of southwest China."

"Guangxi is adjacent to the mountains in the southwest."

"You're such a good fighter. Even if you have amnesia, you're not crippled, so how did you get captured by those Vietnamese and even used as a human cushion in the tomb?"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that you, Zhang Qiling, the patriarch with the best remaining bloodline in the Zhang family, are trapped in a tomb that even my patriarch could escape from?"

"You're not giving them food?"

Do I need to explain how resilient the Zhang family is to hunger?

Chen Yan looked at Zhang Qiling with indifferent eyes: "There's only one explanation: you did it on purpose."

"You pretended to have amnesia, went to Guangxi, were captured by the Vietnamese, and thrown into a tomb as a human cushion, all because you knew that the Nine Gates would not let you out of their sight."

"They will definitely find a way to keep you under the nose of the Nine Gates."

"You don't actually know who will come, but you know it must be someone from the Nine Gates."

"That's enough."

"My grandfather brought you back. Don't tell me he doesn't know Zhang Qiling."

"Even if you disguised yourself when you participated in the Four Sisters Mountain event back then."

"But can you hide your Qilin blood? Just because my grandfather didn't go to Mount Siguniang doesn't mean he doesn't know anything."

"It doesn't mean he didn't know you had the Fist of the Tomb Raider and the blood of the Qilin."

"So, the old man just naturally brought you back as a 'worker' while you were 'suffering from amnesia'."

"Until Wu Sansheng borrowed a helper from my grandfather to go down to the Lu Palace in Shandong."

"Am I right?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at Chen Yan and said quietly, "That's right."

So, tell me.

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Zhang Qiling: "Just what is this idiot?!"

Zhang Qiling remained silent for a while, then glanced at Hei Xiazi.