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

Chapter 27 Misunderstanding

"Congratulations, host, on completing mission four. You have used your bloodline perception ability to retrieve what belongs to you. The system reward is as follows: you will receive the ability to fly in your original form, one million in funds, and ten points."

The ground of the Dragon Palace was stained with blood. The head of a dragon was soaking in the pool. Its vertical pupils were cloudy and lifeless. Not far away was its body, which had been torn in two.

Upon closer inspection, there was a blood-red cavity the size of a scale on the dragon's abdomen, from which black blood was gushing out.

The scales were taken by Yan Huai; it was a requirement of the mission, and they also belonged to him.

On his way back, Yan Huai left crooked, bloody footprints. He had no clothes left, and the bloodline tattoo on his chest was visible, burning hot, its dark green color ancient and deep.

Yan Huai's entire left arm was covered with hideous burn marks and claw marks with exposed flesh, as if he were wearing a piece of clothing.

The retrieved scales were put back into the system space, and the flying tiger claws that the system reward had long since broken. Yan Huai only had the Branding Blade in his hand.

"Host, the system suggests that you fuse the scales first, otherwise, given your current condition, it may cause irreparable damage to your body."

Yan Huai was getting tired from climbing the stone steps. He leaned against the wall of the passageway and caught his breath: "It's taking too long to fuse." Another day...

"Host, Zhang Qiling and the others have escaped danger and are now within the range of your aura. They will no longer be in danger, so you can merge with them with peace of mind."

Yan Huai gritted his teeth and climbed the last step. He glanced back at the dark, man-eating passage. When he came, there were mechanical monsters and corpse beetles inside, but now, there was only a dead dragon: "I don't want to merge here."

"Then I'll go find you a pair of pants." The system sighed and resignedly went to pull down someone else's pants.

"If you can find pants, why didn't you find them for me last time? And..." Yan Huai looked down at himself, "What about my upper body?"

"...Host, if I gave you the pants last time, that would be stealing. This time it doesn't count. I will take them from the corpse."

"Isn't that stealing?" Something seems off.

"No!" Anyway, my host is easy to fool, so I'll just fool him.

"In addition, the burns from the dragon's horns cannot heal normally. You cannot wear a shirt now, otherwise it will get infected and leave sequelae."

"okay!"

The system breathed a sigh of relief. It covered the entire ancient tomb with its spiritual sea, and in the next moment, it blocked any external detection.

Not long after, a pair of pants appeared in Yan Huai's system space, placed next to the 1.1 million yuan, which was very conspicuous.

Meanwhile, the corpse of a mercenary in the ancient tomb quietly turned into a handful of dust, leaving no trace and going unnoticed...

Now that Yan Huai had put his pants back on, he finally felt a bit more at ease. Now he could go directly to find Zhang Qiling and the others without having to hide anything.

then……

Before Yan Huai could even enter the mercenary blood corpse tomb, a fat figure was darting around beside the passage with his back to him, seemingly trying to hide something in his bag.

Yan Huai, half-leaning against the wall, walked over and patted the obese figure on the shoulder: "Hello, um..."

"what--"

The obese figure, presumably focused on his thievery and feeling a bit guilty, was startled by Yan Huai's sudden greeting and jumped up, yelling as he ran to the other side of the passage.

Yan Huai was stunned for a moment, then realized that his current appearance might be a bit scary. Feeling somewhat guilty, he was about to apologize when he unexpectedly heard Wu Xie's voice.

"Brother Yan?"

Yan Huai was somewhat surprised. He turned his gaze and saw that it really was Wu Xie, but why was he crying?

There's also Zhang Qiling, Wu Sansheng, Da Pan...

Holy crap! What's Ah Ning doing here?!

The remaining one should be the black-eyed guy the system mentioned before! It's Zhang Qiling, who was with Wu Sansheng to meet him, Yan Huai remembers.

Huh? Where's the person he greeted earlier?

"Fatty, stop!" Wu Xie suddenly shouted, his eyes glaring behind Yan Huai.

Boom——

With a muffled thud, Yan Huai slowly felt a dull pain in the back of his head. In the instant his vision went black and he fell forward, he saw Zhang Qiling running over to catch him.

"Stop my ass! Naïve, let me tell you, this guy is no good!" Fatty Wang angrily pointed at Yan Huai in Zhang Qiling's arms and recounted everything he had seen in the Seven Star Suspicious Coffin Tomb.

"I saw him before. Don't let his respectable appearance fool you, he's a total pervert. Remember the Seven Star Coffin incident? That guy stripped the corpse naked and did *that* to it! If I hadn't been hiding well, I would have been struck by lightning too!"

"Fatty, calm down. There must be some misunderstanding here. Brother Yan isn't that kind of person!"

Wu Xie quickly stepped forward and pulled the agitated Fatty Wang back. He simply couldn't believe Yan Huai would do such a thing, and if his injuries weren't treated soon, who knew what would become of them...

Ah Ning also changed her previous aloof attitude. She stepped forward and looked at Yan Huai's face. Sure enough, she felt that he looked familiar. After looking at him up close, she realized that he was indeed the one: "He is the one who killed the blood corpse."

Upon hearing this, Black Eyes raised an eyebrow. He looked at Zhang Qiling, who was personally bandaging Yan Huai, and then squatted down to Yan Huai's left.

"What a knife!"

Black Eyes stared at the branding knife tightly gripped in Yan Huai's hand, saying something insincere, but his hand reached out restlessly. However, before he could touch it, Zhang Qiling pressed down on the branding knife first, looking at him with icy eyes.

Black Eyes chuckled awkwardly, focusing his attention on Yan Huai's injuries. He noticed that the skin on Yan Huai's left arm had shriveled, revealing obvious signs of severe burns. The other cuts were also extremely deep, indicating they were not from the claws of an ordinary beast.

"Dragon's Roar..."

The two words Zhang Qiling had uttered suddenly awakened Black Eyes. He looked at the dark green dragon tattoo on Yan Huai's chest and guessed what was going on.

"Dumb guy, you can't let the wound breathe like this, it'll easily get infected!" Black Eyes snatched the antiseptic cotton and gauze from Zhang Qiling's hand. "Come on, let the blind guy do this! Everyone should learn!"

An expert's skill is immediately apparent. Hmm, the black eye bag is indeed well done, and the final bow is as exquisite as an embroidered flower.

Zhang Qiling's lips twitched slightly. He stared at the bow for a long time, but finally gave up on the idea of ​​taking it off. He turned his gaze to Wu Xie and said, "Water!"

"Okay!" Wu Xie immediately took the water bag off his backpack and handed it over. "Here you go!"

In a daze, Yan Huai felt a cool sensation on his mouth. He subconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls, but soon the water bag was suddenly removed.

Yan Huai frowned, put down the branding knife, raised his movable right hand, and instantly grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist, pulling the water bag back with a slight force.

A strange emotion flashed in Zhang Qiling's eyes. Following Yan Huai's force, he tilted the water bag slightly and slowly fed him all the water inside.