Tomb raider: You're going to extract my alien bloodline?

Chapter 55 Encountering Wu Xie

With a flashlight in his mouth, Hei Xiazi nimbly flipped over and jumped into the dark chamber under the coffin. His movements were as light as a big cat's. The coffin opening went dark, leaving only Qin Yuan and Zhang Qiling outside.

The air in this basement was practically a biological weapon. The strange fragrance from outside mixed with the musty smell that hadn't dissipated for decades, along with a faint, pungent odor resembling formaldehyde and disinfectant, was wafting straight into people's noses.

Standing outside, Qin Yuan adjusted his sunglasses. His enhanced sense of smell made him exceptionally sensitive to odors, and at that moment, he even felt a bit of a burning sensation in his eyes.

He subtly moved a small half-step to the side, distancing himself from the smell emanating from the coffin, and casually turned his head to see which room Wu Xie had run to.

Almost at the same moment his gaze turned, a gasp came from a dark room not far away. "Holy crap!! What is that?!"

Wu Xie's scream, filled with terror and disbelief, suddenly burst from the room. This was followed by a series of loud clanging and clattering sounds, as if some furniture had been overturned, and then the sound of frantic, scrambling footsteps approaching them rapidly from afar.

Zhang Qiling reacted extremely quickly. The moment the first syllable rang out, the sense of relaxation around him vanished instantly. He became like a taut bowstring, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation. His body followed his battle instincts honed through countless trials. With a slide and a sidestep, he smoothly disappeared into the shadows behind the coffin.

Qin Yuan's movements were almost synchronized with Zhang Qiling's. He crouched down and slid in almost reflexive motion, hiding behind the coffin close to Zhang Qiling. The two did not exchange words, nor even make eye contact, but their breathing instantly adjusted to the same frequency, so light and almost inaudible.

The show began as soon as I hid.

On the other side, Wu Xie, like a human-shaped ball that had been kicked out, bounced out of a room with a crooked door frame in a very disheveled state!

He rushed out of the room, not daring to look back, and frantically tried to pull the dilapidated and rusty security door to close it, but he didn't expect that the door had no lock at all. He could only watch as the scent of the forbidden woman wafted closer and closer to his nose.

"Damn it!" Wu Xie cursed in frustration, sweat rolling down his forehead. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He pulled out his belt, threaded it through the rickety doorknob, quickly wrapped the other end twice around the iron bars of the security door, then grabbed both ends and pulled hard with all his might!

After doing all this, he was completely exhausted, panting heavily, his chest heaving. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his hands covered in grime that made his face look like a mess.

Then, he stood up, leaning against the wall, and tried to run towards the stairwell. But just as he passed the coffin, a pair of hands with distinct knuckles and unusual index and middle fingers suddenly shot out from the shadows beside the coffin. One hand grabbed his forearm, and the other covered his mouth.

"Ahhhhhh... Ugh... Ghost!..." Wu Xie was so scared that his soul almost left his body. Without thinking, he clenched his fist and swung it over, his voice almost splitting into two.

"It's me." Zhang Qiling's cold voice rang out, and at the same time, she released her grip, slightly turned her body, and dodged the chaotic punch.

Wu Xie's fist froze in mid-air, halfway through its swing. His eyes widened as he turned to look at Zhang Qiling, who slowly emerged from the shadows. She was still dressed in black, her face still expressionless. Then, another figure sauntered out from the side. Qin Yuan, wearing sunglasses, arms crossed, a familiar, mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Little Brother?! And Qin Yuan?!" Wu Xie's fear vanished as quickly as the tide receded, replaced by immense surprise and disbelief. His eyes widened, shining brightly. "What are you doing here?! Didn't you say you were going to find a quiet place for a vacation after leaving the bronze gate? How did you end up in this godforsaken place?!"

After the initial surprise, a wave of grievance and anger washed over him. He pointed at the two of them, his fingers trembling slightly, "Since you were here, and I was yelling so loudly just now, and that thing chased me so hard I almost peed my pants, you...you were just hiding here watching me make a fool of myself?!" The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, like a fool abandoned by his companions.

Qin Yuan adjusted his sunglasses, his tone both innocent and irritating: "Comrade Wuxie, what are you saying? We're just working, retrieving an antique for our boss, we're very busy." He looked Wuxie up and down, his face contorted in a tsk-tsk manner. "As for you, instead of staying home and being your little boss, drinking tea, or taking my little Qin Jiu out for fun, why did you plunge headfirst into this godforsaken place again? Is your weird constitution equipped with GPS? Does it just guide you into pitfalls?"

Wu Xie was so choked by his words that she couldn't catch her breath. Her face turned bright red. She wanted to retort but couldn't find the words. In the end, she could only glare angrily at Qin Yuan, and then look at Zhang Qiling, who looked calm and indifferent as if it were none of her business. She felt extremely wronged.

Just then—

"Click...creak..."

Beside them, the black coffin lid moved slightly, and the heavy wooden planks suddenly emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Wu Xie was facing the coffin and could see it clearly. In an instant, the hair on his body stood on end. He let out a howl and jumped half a foot high, almost hanging directly on Zhang Qiling.

His finger trembled as he pointed at the coffin, his voice trembling: "It moved! It moved! There's something inside the coffin! Is it a zombie coming back to life?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a head wearing signature black sunglasses slowly emerged from the coffin. The bearded man had a flashlight dangling from his mouth, its beam flickering, and held a black wooden box in his other hand. He reached for the flashlight, grinning with wide white teeth and a sly, roguish smile, watching with amusement as Wu Xie nearly lost his mind in terror.

"Hey, you guys are having a lively chat, aren't you? Did I disturb your reminiscing?" Black Bear placed the things he was holding on the edge of the coffin, pushed himself up with both hands, and nimbly jumped out.

He brushed the dust off his hands and clothes, his gaze falling on the still-shaken Wu Xie. His smile deepened, revealing his white teeth. "This is... the 'evil comrade' my brother mentioned? I've heard so much about you. Just now," he pointed his thumb behind him to the door bound by a belt, "...remained calm under pressure, quick-witted, and used that belt with masterful skill, quite reminiscent of my own style back in the day. Not bad, a promising talent."

Wu Xie was still in shock, his head buzzing. Looking at the strange man who had suddenly appeared, wearing sunglasses just like Qin Yuan, and then at Qin Yuan and Zhang Qiling, his CPU completely overloaded: "Who...who is he? Your friend?"

Qin Yuan ignored Wu Xie's question this time. His attention was not on the suddenly appearing black bear, but on the direction Wu Xie had just escaped from. His ears twitched slightly.