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

Chapter 67 Leave One Thing

As they embraced, Zhang Qiling also caught a whiff of Yan Huai's subtle, ancient scent of herbs and trees. It was distinct from the scent of the forest, but when one got close to it, it gave one a special sense of peace.

Zhang Qiling tilted her head back, resting her chin on Yan Huai's collarbone, and suddenly realized that her earlier tantrum was actually a sign of reluctance to let go...

"Okay..." Whether you return from the Wang family soon or not, or whether you stop looking at me with those frightening eyes, it's all good.

Zhang Qiling reluctantly covered Yan Huai's hand that was covering his eyes, then slowly clenched it. Later, their fingers intertwined and their palms pressed together, as if they felt that their two hearts, already squeezed together, were not close enough.

The two embraced face to face, but after a short while, Zhang Qiling felt a cold touch coming from his lower back, which made him shiver.

With her belt slightly tightened, Zhang Qiling looked up at Yan Huai with a puzzled expression, only to see a hopeful and apprehensive look of love in his eyes.

"I'm leaving you something."

Back in the Seven Star Lu Palace, after Yan Huai killed the blood corpses that the mercenaries had turned into, the system rewarded him with a black gold dagger. He had kept it all this time, and now that he thought about it, it should be quite suitable for Zhang Qiling.

With Yan Huai holding his right hand, Zhang Qiling could only use his left hand to touch his lower back. Before seeing it, the object looked like a dagger, but now that he saw it, he was even more amazed—the black patterns on the dagger were beautiful, very similar to his Black Gold Ancient Sword.

Yan Huai silently gazed into Zhang Qiling's eyes, and seeing his expression, he breathed a sigh of relief: Zhang Qiling must like him.

“Zhang Qiling... don’t run around, don’t go on adventures alone, don’t get hurt. When I come back, I’ll go wherever you go, including the underwater tomb.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiling was stunned. How did Yan Huai know?

Upon receiving the questioning signal in Zhang Qiling's eyes, Yan Huai lowered his head and smiled. He squeezed the soft texture in his hand and said, "I remember the bag you carried when you went to the underwater tomb last time. I saw it last night too, and it was still bulging."

Zhang Qiling didn't deny it. He nodded, sensing that there might be something he needed to know there: "I need to go."

“I understand…” But Yan Huai didn’t dare let Zhang Qiling go by herself. He pursed his lips and unconsciously acted coquettishly, “I checked when I came back the other day. The typhoon season in Hainan may last more than half a month. How about you go later? Like, wait until I come back?”

A smile flickered in Zhang Qiling's eyes. He suspected that Yan Huai was deliberately putting on this act. Although his words were full of pleading, it was as if he had already anticipated that Yan Huai would soften his heart. However, he probably couldn't wait any longer...

"Be careful when you go to the Wang family."

Seeing the slight curve of Zhang Qiling's lips, Yan Huai assumed he had agreed, so he happily pulled him into his arms again, enjoying this moment of tenderness: "Okay!"

But Yan Huai, not thinking much of it, was still marveling at how easy it was to hold Zhang Qiling! So he didn't notice the hint of struggle that flashed in Zhang Qiling's eyes...

Zhang Qiling didn't know how long they had been hugging, but she felt that the hands around her waist showed no sign of letting go, so she struggled a little. If they kept hugging her like this, she might as well not go back!

"Yanhuai, it's time to go back."

"Let's hug a little longer..."

"gone!"

Yan Huai curled his lips and loosened his grip on Zhang Qiling's hand slightly, but he wouldn't let go of her hand even if he was beaten to death!

Zhang Qiling's ears turned slightly red, and she did not refuse again.

So the two walked out of the forest hand in hand until Yan Huai sensed that there were spies from the Wang family.

Looking at the bloodline sensing line that stretched all the way into the alley, Yan Huai had to cut off his idea of ​​staying another night—the Wang family couldn't wait any longer.

"My lord, the head of the family requests your return."

In the alleyway, under the midday sun, Yan Huai suppressed his impatience and glanced at the courtyard house not far away, cursing inwardly that the Wang family was all in a hurry to be reincarnated—now, he didn't even have the chance to have lunch with Zhang Qiling!

"Let's go!"

"Yes!"

Yan Huai didn't know the location of the Wang family's old house because he was blindfolded when he was taken back. However, Wang Jue, who had already disappeared, knew the location. Therefore, based on Wang Jue's memories, Yan Huai could roughly deduce the route and direction they would take.

All of this seemed to be perfectly logical, making the rewards arranged by the system seem particularly prescient.

This was nothing more than another trick by Wang Quan to test his authenticity, Yan Huai thought as he leaned back in the car seat.

"System, since the plot of the underwater tomb has changed, why does Zhang Qiling still plan to go there again?"

"This is the self-repair of the world in the book. Although time has passed, the original plot will still unfold. However, while it unfolds, it will also be mixed with some situations outside the plot, making it even more difficult than before."

"I understand, it's okay... I'll be going back soon anyway..."

Listening to Yan Huai's increasingly drowsy tone, the system hesitated as it typed data—forget it, Zhang Qiling should be fine, it just needs to keep a close eye on things. But for its own host, if this plan falls apart, then all its previous efforts will be in vain.

Two hours later, a black sedan slowly pulled up in front of a mountain courtyard. Yan Huai adjusted his eyes to the light before getting out.

"My lord, the head of the family is waiting for you in the council hall."

"Ok!"

Yan Huai followed the route in Wang Jue's memory and entered the mountain courtyard. As he walked, he looked around at the terrain and scenery, and then he discovered that the mountain courtyard seemed to be built on a protruding cliff.

The style is reminiscent of the Republic of China era, combining a composed demeanor with a flamboyant touch due to the phoenix motif. It's contradictory in a way, but it leaves a deep impression upon first glance.

So logically, such a building standing here should be easy to spot, but why has Wu Sansheng delayed taking action and instead been maneuvering between them in the open and in the shadows?

Yan Huai kept his doubts to himself for the time being. He walked into the council hall set up in the backyard, and then finally met Wang Quan, whom he was meeting for the first time, as well as several elders of the Wang family.

"Please forgive me, everyone. I was delayed by something before I came." Yan Huai smiled and lazily gave the Wang family's greeting, then turned his gaze to Wang Quan, who was in the main seat, and bowed his head, saying, "Patriarch!"

"It's good that Xiao Jue is back! Come and sit down!" Wang Quan waved and let Yan Huai sit in the first seat to his right. "Mi'er has been nagging me about it every day, and my ears are almost calloused. With you gone, this old man of mine is being treated like I'm worthless by her!"

Yan Huai softened his expression at the right moment and replied helplessly, "That girl would make a fuss over nothing if I was away for just one day. Now that I've been gone for so long, she's bound to cause trouble again! I should be grateful to the head of the family for giving me a few days' respite."

Wang Quan smiled indulgently at his junior, but his eyes remained calm and indifferent. He waved his hand and slowly got to the point: "Go see her in a little while! After you've seen her, I'll give you a few more days to recover."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huai's tone softened, even his smile carrying a hint of displeasure. He lowered his eyes and leaned back in his chair: "Where am I supposed to go this time...?"

"Xiao Jue! You know, I don't want you to go out unless it's absolutely necessary!"

Yan Huai glanced at the aged face in the main seat and couldn't help but sneer inwardly—when had Wang Quan ever treated anyone else so kindly? Although it was hypocritical, he had to admit that Wang Jue truly enjoyed Wang Quan's special favor and heavy reliance.

But who doesn't know how to pretend?

Yan Huai frowned, crossed his arms over his stomach, and asked coldly, "How long will it take this time?"

“This…” Wang Quan’s tone was hesitant, but anyone with eyes could tell what he meant.

Seeing this, Yan Huai rubbed his index finger together expressionlessly, a habitual gesture Wang Jue made when displeased: "Just tell me! Where are we going?"

"I'm glad you agree! I think I mentioned it to you last time, that there was once an ancient kingdom in the Indochina Peninsula, do you remember?"

Yan Huai recalled for a moment, then crossed his hands again and placed them on his abdomen. The next moment, the name of an ancient kingdom's ruins jumped into his mind: "Khmer Kingdom".