Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

Chapter 249 I'm not drunk, but it is.

Who would have thought this kid was such a drunkard?

Zuli: I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!!

That was before; this was the first time he'd ever drunk alcohol in his new body.

The sect leader, who had once squandered countless amounts of spirit wine, said: "Stop talking! This kid used to drink spirit wine like water..."

It's hard to say, but it's actually quite addictive.

Su Li cupped her slightly flushed face and gave Xie Yuchen an adorable smile.

A large, gloved hand reached out in front of Su Li, quickly waved it twice, and then held up two fingers. "Come on, little Ali, look here. How many is this?"

amount……

I suspect you're insulting my intelligence...

“This is a big black rat…” Su Li bared her teeth at the black bear.

"Ah Li, you're really not drunk?" Wu Xie was still a little skeptical. Looking at Ah Li, she didn't seem like someone who could drink much. She had drunk almost half a bucket by herself, and apart from her face turning a little red, she was perfectly fine?

"I'm not drunk, but it is."

"Who?"

Everyone here is very clear-headed.

Su Li raised her hand, palm up, and a section of bright green vine swayed back and forth in her palm.

"it???"

It looks a little different from usual, swaying and swinging its vines.

"You mean... when you drink, it gets you drunk?"

"hold head high……"

Alcohol-immune *Dieu* trees and alcohol-poisoning vines, hahaha...

After finishing their dinner, Su Li stopped staring at the pot of delicious rice wine, obediently finished her rice noodles, and happily ran out with Wu Xie to stroll around the village to digest.

After dinner, Jie Qi brought over a rather large box containing some items from Zhang Qiling's stilt house.

The box contained a jumble of odds and ends, including old photos under the glass on the table, an iron box under the bed, and a few old books in the drawer.

They were all lying obediently in Zhang Qiling's ring now, no longer needing to go through another sea of ​​fire.

The night sky in the mountains is tranquil and gentle, like a huge deep blue scroll unfolding before your eyes, dotted with tiny stars.

The moonlight bathed the earth, draping the small village in the mountains in a mysterious silver veil. The village, accustomed to working at sunrise and resting at sunset, had long since fallen into a deep sleep.

The leaves in the forest rustled gently in the breeze, making a soft, whispering sound, as if something was approaching.

A strangely shaped shadow, like a ghost, lurked in the shadows, half of its body cast by moonlight onto the courtyard wall of the stilted house, overlapping with a shadow that looked like a large cat.

His deep, gloomy eyes stared at the stilted building in front of him, his slightly twisted fingers clenching tightly.

Suddenly, the figure paused, as if sensing some danger. With a twist of its body, it dodged a long whip that suddenly appeared.

A green whip flashed by, striking the muddy ground and splashing up a cloud of dirt.

The mysterious figure, who had only come to scout out the place and see what kind of people were renovating it, felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could make a move, another green figure attacked...

"Well……"

A whip flashed, and a burning pain shot through his back to his brain. The mysterious figure moved his shoulder and pulled out a woodcutter's knife from behind him.

With a rapid whistle, the large, thick-furred cat pounced on the green whip shadow along with the gleaming woodcutter's knife.

Unexpectedly, before they could even touch the green whip in front of them, they heard a whooshing sound coming from behind them.

With two sharp "snap" sounds, the mysterious black figure wielding the machete and the agile cat were both sent flying, fully exposed to the pure white moonlight.

It was a figure completely shrouded in a black robe. Judging from its shape, it should resemble a person, but there were some differences.

The figure collapsed from the neck down to both sides of the body, as if it had no shoulders, which looked really eerie.

The mysterious figure was hit twice in a row, lay on the ground to catch his breath, and suddenly turned around and swung the woodcutter's knife behind him. No matter where the expert came from behind him, as long as this blow landed, the person would be crippled.

Full of confidence, he turned around and struck, but unexpectedly missed.

Behind him, there were no mysterious masters wielding long whips, only a few slender green vines swaying alluringly in the moonlight.

Really...so alluring...

The way she's twisting herself into a pretzel is truly captivating.

The mysterious figure's eyes twitched. On one hand, it felt awe at the suddenly strange vines, and on the other hand, it found the alluring, twisting dance a bit too much to bear.

Today's events were so bizarre that he was starting to have second thoughts about investigating everyone who entered the village.

Just as the mysterious black figure hesitated about whether to continue his investigation, the dancing vines gave him no chance to consider.

The vines that had been swaying gracefully suddenly grew larger and rushed towards him at great speed.

"Snapped……"

"Snapped……"

"Snapped……"

The continuous sound of whipping echoed along the quiet mountain path, but it did not attract any onlookers. Drops of blood fell onto the path, slowly seeping into the soil, leaving only a few dark marks.

This is probably the first time in all his years that Hei Xiazi has been so speechless.

Having faced life-or-death situations for many years, he maintained a certain level of vigilance even while sleeping, so he woke up the moment the door was pushed open a crack.

Lying nonchalantly in bed, Hei Xiazi was even in the mood to think about how to deal with the little thief who had come to visit in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, the thief only pushed the door open a crack and then disappeared.

what happened?

Are they drugging me? Are they planning to knock me out before coming in?

Until, looking through my sunglasses, I saw a long, thin object standing at the head of my bed, and then... I started... dancing...

Black Bear: ? ? ? ? ?

What are you?

If it weren't for the wrong length, he would have thought Wu Xie had released Qian Duoduo to prank him.

However, this is no different from Qian Duoduo coming to prank him.

Blackie, who had never been so speechless in his life, bent his long legs and looked at the vines wriggling happily in front of him.

Ok……

You know what... this little thing is actually quite energetic with its wriggling; even Blackie is tempted to join in...

If it weren't for the fear of waking up others and being chased all over the village by Flower Grandpa, Blackie would have even wanted to bring out a speaker to provide background music for this little thing...

"Snapped……"

The door, which was only slightly ajar, was flung open, and a green rice dumpling of unknown filling was thrown onto Black Bear's bedside.

A pungent smell of blood filled the air...