Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 116 Yan Huai's Journey of the Heart

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiling's expression froze completely; Yan Huai's direct approach had a significant impact on him.

No wonder this guy seemed guilty all along; it turns out he acted first and informed later. But these things don't seem strange at all when they happen to him, and it's not even that you can get angry at him.

From the past to the present, Zhang Qiling had always thought that he existed only to fill the gaps in his memory. Now that the connection has been broken, he only feels lost.

If the world rules Yan Huai spoke of truly exist, then compared to his previous life of following the established path, he is now far more uneasy and adrift...

"Is there something you're worried about?" Or... is it just that you don't like me and don't want to do this?

If it's the former, then Yan Huai can still find a way to eliminate it, but if it's the latter... well, it's easier to accept being hunted down by Zhang Qiling.

Where should I go?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling asked a strange question. His voice seemed even hoarser. Yan Huai felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart as he listened.

"Wait a moment."

He reached for the teapot on the stone table; it was empty. Black Glasses hadn't even refilled it! Didn't he ever drink water? He's utterly useless!

Having lost all sense of friend or foe, Yan Huai suddenly turned his gaze to the porcelain bowl that the vendor selling cold noodles had given him. He violently tore open the plastic bag covering it, poured some of the sour soup that was separately contained inside into a teacup, and then handed it to Zhang Qiling.

"Make do with this, drink slowly."

Seeing this, Zhang Qiling opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. He looked at the teacup he had bought at a high price, which he considered his favorite, now filled with sour soup, and his feelings were very complicated...

Yan Huai, who had no concept of precious cultural relics, calmly waited for Zhang Qiling to finish drinking. He then naturally took the teacup and was about to offer the latter a refill when he was stopped.

"No need!" Before the flavor seeps in, let's wash it; there's still hope. Zhang Qiling's gaze followed the teacup in Yan Huai's hand until it was safely placed back on the stone table, at which point she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ugh..." How can such a small amount quench my thirst! Zhang Qiling probably doesn't like it! I'll go to the kitchen to boil some water in a bit, hmm.

(Yan Huai is, to some extent, a bit of a daydreamer.)

"Then why did you ask where you should go?" Returning to the main topic, Yan Huai's gaze became extremely serious, because he had a feeling that this was the crux of Zhang Qiling's hesitation.

"I don't have many memories."

Although it was just four short words, Yan Huai suddenly understood something...

A hazy, gray sea of ​​consciousness, a reflective surface of water, snow-capped mountains reflected in the water, a bronze door, and an indistinct monster inside...

"Not many memories." Yan Huai's mind went blank, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

No wonder Zhang Qiling's sea of ​​consciousness was so strange; it turned out that his memories were incomplete, which was why there were no specific scenes. And since he was bound to Zhang Qiling's soul, it meant that he had interrupted the latter's path to regain his memories...

Yan Huai, you've caused a huge disaster! You've stolen someone and cut off the road. What sins did Zhang Qiling commit to have to run into such a reckless bastard like you!

Having figured everything out, Yan Huai instantly deflated and froze on the spot. Now, he was the one who couldn't speak, and he finally understood what Zhang Qiling's expression meant at the beginning. It was chaos, like the kind of chaos where discontinuous fragments are forcibly pieced together.

(To put it simply, if we compare Yan Huai's initial state upon arriving in this world to a blank sheet of paper, then Zhang Qiling is like someone who has spilled ink on that paper. The ink stains are scattered and unrelated, yet enough to irritate and drive anyone who cherishes calligraphy and painting crazy.)

"So what do you remember?"

"Door!"

"A bronze door?"

Zhang Qiling was somewhat surprised, not expecting Yan Huai to know this, but he immediately nodded, indicating that he accepted it.

"I'll go with you to find them, but we need to deal with the Wang family first, to avoid any further accidents. We'll also go and meet up with Black Glasses and the others."

Yan Huai didn't know how the world's rules would change next, but what he could control was to stay by Zhang Qiling's side as much as possible, preferably never leaving her side, and to be careful before leaving.

"blind?"

"Huh?" Yan Huai was completely bewildered. Although he deserved to be scolded, it had nothing to do with nonsense! Why was Zhang Qiling scolding him like that?

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, and from Yan Huai's eyes, he understood the hidden meaning in the other's tone.

"Blind, Black Glasses."

"..." Yan Huai was stunned for a moment, then realized, but he hoped that the word "blind" was used to insult him.

That's a really nice way to yell! (???)