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

Chapter 196 Shattered Dreams

Yan Huai seemed to have a very long dream.

He dreamt of the world he lived in before he came to the world of tomb raiding.

A middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back stood in front of a withered plant, holding a watering can in his hand. The soil in the plant's pot was still moist—he had just watered it, but the plant, whose species was no longer discernible, would never come back to life...

Yan Huai looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar back of the middle-aged man, wanting to walk over and see his face clearly, but before his hand could touch his shoulder, a voice came from behind him.

"Yan Huai!"

Yan Huai's fingertips trembled slightly. He looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that the person who called his name was even more indistinct than the middle-aged man's figure.

"Who are you?" As Yan Huai asked, ripples seemed to spread around them.

At the end of the ripples, more and more figures appeared. They slowly approached, exchanging thousands of masks. Each one could say a word or two to Yan Huai, and Yan Huai could respond in kind, using his appropriate persona. But he couldn't remember their names...

"Brother Yan! I won!" The dark brown pupils that had been following Yan Huai turned around and walked toward the track in the distance when the whistle blew to signal the start of the race.

The figure in the distance slowly overlapped with the middle-aged man he had seen at the beginning of the dream. Yan Huai seemed to see the flames of a burning race car in that figure, and hear the clamor of voices and the wailing of ambulances...

"Host... I am... *zzzz* System... Requesting binding... *zzzz* Danger, leave..."

"Alas, the memories are still gone..."

System sounds with electronic effects appeared one after another in my ears, as if they had happened in the past.

So what's happening now...?

Yan Huai searched among the figures surrounding him, his hands, body, and face gradually becoming stained with blood, as if something had ripped flesh from him.

He searched until he was covered in cold sweat, his dreams filled with blood...

boom--

The sudden explosion sounded beneath our feet and stretched into the distance.

Yan Huai lay on the ground, his body a bloody mess. The tremors of his internal organs and the ringing in his ears brought him intense and rapid pain, yet he still struggled to lift his eyelids and look towards the last spot where the explosion had occurred—

The talismans were affixed to the bodies of the victims, and black hellfire burned on the scarlet talisman paper, scorching, suppressing, and waiting to take effect, rendering the victims unable to move.

don't want......

His heart, hanging between his bones and flesh, rubbed against him again and again as Yan Huai crawled forward.

boom--

Their flesh and blood didn't directly become part of the smoke and fire here; instead, they splattered everywhere, some landing near Yan Huai's silent roar...

Suddenly his vision went black, and he found himself in a warm, humid space with a tactile sensation of life flowing through it.

“Ink Kirin…” Yan Huai murmured subconsciously.

"Huh? You're not unconscious yet!" a voice replied. "I'm running very fast, they can't catch up."

The wind whistled past his ears, but Yan Huai didn't feel a chill at all. The black Qilin that had run away with him in its mouth was like a warm bed.

At that time, Puyang Village had no name and no human presence. All that existed were mountain peaks shrouded in mist. Combined with the strange and unusual formations of the Black Kirin, it provided him and Yan Huai with a protective barrier for hundreds of years.

"Do you still have any of your people alive? It's alright, I don't either."

"I am the only black Qilin in the world!"

"Do you really have to repay a debt of gratitude? Then let's be friends! The kind of friends who will always remember each other!"

"Go to reincarnation... I will always be waiting for you in this world. Please come back safely."

"What if you come back too late, so late that we don't even remember each other?"

Yan Huai: "Then let's see who remembers whom first. The one who remembers first should protect the one who hasn't remembered yet."

"Okay." Zhang Qiling, who had been flung away by the octopus tentacles and inexplicably passed through a thin membrane and entered Yan Huai's dream, replied.