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

Chapter 6 Join

The familiar sound of a blade cutting through the air rang out. Yan Huai saw Zhang Qiling cut his left hand again, blood splattering around him along the blade. One drop flew from his fingertip to the puppet on the shore, landing right on its brow.

As a plume of black smoke rose, the puppet let out a sharp, unwilling wail, and its soul also knelt down.

Zhang Qiling, who was standing at the bow of the boat, was already showing signs of shock due to excessive blood loss, and his entire body was leaning towards the water.

Yan Huai felt his heart clench when he saw this. He quickly used the momentum to rush over, and unconsciously released his bloodline pressure. The corpse beetles that couldn't run away were directly blown away and slammed into the cave walls on both sides. The puppet kneeling on the shore was even more crushed by the murderous pressure and died beyond any hope of survival.

All of this happened in an instant. By the time everyone came to their senses, Yan Huai had already stepped onto the edge of the boat, grabbed Zhang Qiling's belt, and brought the man back from the brink of falling into the water.

"Bro!"

A group of people gathered around. Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling's bleeding left hand and quickly took out a bandage from his backpack to bandage it.

Yan Huai reached out to feel Zhang Qiling's pulse; it was very weak. He then asked the system in his mind, "Do you have any ideas about his current condition?"

"Yes, host. You can use the points you accumulated after completing mission two to exchange for a hemostatic pill and a blood-replenishing pill in the system shop. Zhang Qiling will be fine after taking them and sleeping."

"Help me redeem it, how will I receive the item?"

Redemption successful, remaining points: 0

The pill has been placed in the right pocket of your jacket. Please use it carefully and do not let anyone else find it.

Yan Huai could already feel the faint weight in his pocket. He pursed his lips, pulled the person in his arms closer, and turned to the others, saying, "Let's leave here first."

Wu Sansheng then realized that now was not the time to speak, so he called Da Pan and Da Kui to take out the Luoyang shovel from their bags and start manually accelerating the process.

Although Wu Xie was worried about Zhang Qiling's injuries, there was no use in worrying, so he moved to the back and followed his third uncle to slide towards the exit, which quickly diverted his attention.

Seeing this, Yan Huai took out the pills from his pocket out of everyone's sight and quietly fed them to Zhang Qiling. Only after the others obediently swallowed the pills and indeed recovered did Yan Huai breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no longer any danger ahead, as light from the exit was now streaming in.

Yan Huai adjusted his posture, but this movement made him feel the strange sensation all over the body of the person leaning against his arm once again.

Yan Huai couldn't quite describe it, but in short, Zhang Qiling seemed to have no foothold. He was afraid that if he accidentally lost his grip, the man would go limp.

Seeing Yan Huai sitting sideways on the edge of the boat, one leg motionless as a backrest for Zhang Qiling, while the other seemed to be unsure where to put it, making him look awkward, Wu Xie couldn't help but want to go over and help: "Young man, how about I help him up?"

"No need!" Yan Huai put his leg on the other side of the boat, with most of his lower leg hanging out of the boat in an enviable way.

Everyone's eyes twitched. This guy was really weird. If you said he was skilled... well, he didn't seem to be very smart. If you said he wasn't smart... well, he was able to find this place by following subtle clues.

After what had just happened, Wu Sansheng believed most of what Yan Huai had said about not remembering. Although Yan Huai's identity was a mystery, if he joined the tomb raiding expedition, they should be able to proceed with a steady and reliable approach. At the very least, he could protect Wu Xie.

"Young man, it's fate that we've met. May I ask your name?"

"Yan Huai."

Wu Sansheng was taken aback. This surname was rare! He'd never heard of it mentioned by anyone in the underworld...

"Then what are your plans next?"

"Go find the old man who drives the cattle."

"Go find him and settle the score?"

"I have no accounts to settle." Yan Huai looked puzzled. He didn't owe any money, and no one owed him any money, so he didn't need to settle accounts.

"Ahem, does Third Master mean you still want to kill that old man?" Da Pan explained.

"Oh..." That's what it means. "Hmm!"

Wu Xie smiled, thinking, "Why is this person acting like a child? Where can you possibly find him?"

“The mud house, the boatman is dead, he will definitely go to collect the boatman’s money.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Sansheng's doubts about Yan Huai lessened considerably, and he began to deceive him.

“I think that since he’s not dead, you can find him anytime. Why don’t you come with us? We’ll definitely treat you well on this job. After you kill that old man, we’ll give you a place to go so you won’t be homeless.”

"Host, the bronze bell-shaped corpse beetle at the bow of the ship cannot be taken out of the corpse cave."

While Yan Huai was still considering Wu Sansheng's suggestion, a system notification came to his mind.

Yan Huai, successfully distracted: "Why?"

"In the original storyline, this corpse beetle died in the corpse cave. If you take it out, it will rewrite the storyline and cause a series of unnecessary consequences, and you will also be harmed."

Wu Sansheng scrutinized Yan Huai's expression and saw that the man, who had been seemingly considering something, was now clearly distracted.

For a moment, Wu Sansheng was helpless. He felt that dealing with Yan Huai was more troublesome than dealing with his nephew. But the prize was right in front of him, and he really couldn't bear to let him go. So he was about to remind him again when he didn't expect that the man would suddenly pick up Zhang Qiling's knife and smash the bronze bell corpse beetle on the bow of the boat with the blade.

"!" Everyone was shocked by Yan Huai's move. Wu Sansheng's eyes widened. He looked at the bronze bell corpse beetle, which he had regarded as a divine artifact, which was now in pieces, and then at Yan Huai, the instigator. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

That was about it, and Wu Sansheng thought the banquet was over. But unexpectedly, Yan Huai scratched his dirty knife, sheathed it, turned his head and looked at Wu Sansheng seriously, with an expression that said someone else was behind this, and said, "Okay!"

What a load of crap! Damn it... this is just a show of force, isn't it?!

With trembling lips and hands, Wu Sansheng pointed at Yan Huai and said, "This hot commodity has gone bad; we can't take it!"

Wu Xie sucked in his cheeks, barely suppressing a smile, and grabbed Wu Sansheng's hand with a twisted expression, advising, "Third Uncle, what's said is said, and besides, if it weren't for Yan Huai and Brother Xiao, who knows what would have happened to us this time! Don't feel bad about it, this thing can't be brought out into the light anyway."

Yan Huai understood something from Wu Xie's words and nodded: "Taking him out will cause trouble."

Watching this back-and-forth, Wu Sansheng, though he was furious earlier, wasn't as enraged anymore. He was just a little nervous, not truly enraged. He glanced at the two men, then turned his head to the stern and vented his anger on the two cowardly crew members who wanted to laugh but dared not: "What are you looking at! Hurry up and row!"

"Yes, Third Master!"