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

Chapter 95 Miss Yan?

Although the weather was starting to warm up at the end of March, Yan Huai still couldn't sleep tonight. He had slept soundly the two times he shared a bed with Zhang Qiling before, but this time, for some reason, the increasing chill of the night urged him on, making his eyes want to stare blankly at Zhang Qiling on the kang.

As for Black Glasses, he's gotten used to Yan Huai's condition by now—why isn't he awake yet? That's the only information he's gleaned from Yan Huai's eyes these past two days, because the guy's gaze hasn't left Zhang Qiling for more than thirty seconds, it couldn't be more obvious.

The three of them had originally returned to Beijing on the same day they arrived back at the dock, to the same small courtyard house owned by Black Glasses. However, Zhang Qiling hadn't woken up the entire way, and still hasn't.

Thinking about it carefully, Black Glasses really hadn't properly asked about what happened in the underwater tomb that day.

"Yan Xiaohuai, that's enough looking!" Black Glasses rarely complains about others; it's usually the other way around. So this only proves that Yan Xiaohuai is really staring too much.

"What exactly happened to you guys that day? The commotion in the sea was so loud it sounded like an earthquake had collapsed, and... how come you ended up with hair after going to the Wang family's house?"

Hair transplant? Yan Huai was confused. Did Black Glasses mean that his hair had grown longer?

"I've regained some of my memories, so my appearance... has probably returned to what it was before."

Black Glasses raised an eyebrow at Yan Huai. This was the first time he had heard about the guy's private life. He had to admit, it was no wonder that he could get along with the mute. The two were really quite similar. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he could sense that it was as if they had been isolated from the world for a long time and then suddenly found a place to belong.

"As for the underwater tomb... it has indeed collapsed."

His random thoughts were broken by Yan Huai's voice. Black Glasses coughed and looked back at the former: "How did it collapse?"

Ignoring the slightly regretful tone in Black Glasses' voice, Yan Huai slowly recounted the events that had occurred in the underwater tomb, half-truthfully and half-falsely: "I was originally going to the ancient Khmer Kingdom, but when I arrived in Banna, Guangxi, I met my tribe...friends..."

"Because of them, I regained some of my memories and also sensed that Zhang Qiling was in danger, so I followed his bloodline aura and rushed to Xisha first. However, when I arrived, Zhang Qiling was already injured, and something that should not belong there appeared in the underwater tomb."

Yan Huai curled his fingers slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He could recall every detail of the incident, but he couldn't bear the lingering fear and guilt—he hadn't noticed Zhang Qiling's strange behavior in time, and hadn't even been able to protect him. What kind of love was this...?

Seeing this, Black Glasses did not express his opinion or interrupt easily. After all, he had seen the penetrating wound on Zhang Qiling's left abdomen. To be honest, even if it were Zhang Qiling, he might have died if he hadn't received Yan Huai's life-saving pill. Therefore, he did not feel that Yan Huai owed Zhang Qiling anything. On the contrary, Zhang Qiling owed Yan Huai his life.

But if emotion is poured into this debt... Black Glasses couldn't help but smile. Debt! Absolutely debt!

One of them is a tomb raider accustomed to roaming alone, while the other is a naive young man with a deep-seated cunning. Given enough time, friction is inevitable. And getting Zhang Qiling to back down is practically a pipe dream; there's no telling when things will get serious. So, things are going to be tough for Yan Huai from now on.

"Then what are you referring to as something that doesn't belong there?"

"The guardian beast of the Southern Ghost Constellation, the Ghost Golden Sheep."

The smile on Black Glasses' lips faded slightly. Of course he knew about the Ghost Golden Sheep, but that thing was from mythology! What? Could it be that the Ghost Golden Sheep injured the mute?! That would raise the level of the eerie to a whole new level!

"You... know the reason?" Black Glasses had a feeling that Yan Huai was hiding something, so he asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Yan Huai merely lowered his gaze slightly, his tightly pursed lips turning pale and dry. He looked at Zhang Qiling on the kang (heated brick bed) for a long time before nodding.

That was something Qi Yu had said long ago: Yan Huai's intervention changed the plot of the book and broke the rules of the system.

Although Zhang Qiling's body shows no outward signs of abnormality, his unconsciousness is very similar to the accident he had during his first trip to the Xisha Islands, indicating that his soul has been affected once again.

soul……

"The original plot cannot be rewritten. If you interfere too much, both your soul and Zhang Qiling's soul will be exiled!"

"His fate is closely tied to the ultimate secret of this world. If things that didn't happen in the original story occur, his destiny will be threatened."

"If you continue to get involved in these uncontrollable events, Zhang Qiling will never wake up again..."

Qi Yu probably disappeared because of his unconventional actions...

Yan Huai thought to himself with self-loathing, what should he do now?

The only system reward related to the soul was the opportunity to bind together through thick and thin, but he dared not try it, fearing it would cause Zhang Qiling even more serious harm, and also fearing that his selfishness would make Zhang Qiling resent and distance herself from him.

He shared his fate with Zhang Qiling, including life and death, fortune and misfortune...

Such tempting conditions! Once bound together, Yan Huai could keep Zhang Qiling under his watchful eye forever. But from his restored memories, he learned that even his father, Yan Zhe, had never been bound to Gu Ling in such a way.

Because Yan Zhe is the patriarch of the Canglong clan, the responsibilities he bears do not allow him to be mixed with any personal feelings. Moreover, once the souls are bound, anyone who violates the principle of shared destiny will be punished by having their soul imprisoned, which goes against the requirements of the patriarch's position.

After all, compared to the life and death of the clansmen, the clan chief's interests are merely personal interests.

Ke Yanhuai didn't care. Whether in the past or now, he had no desire or the courage to become the patriarch of the Azure Dragon Clan. He only cared about the people and things he should cherish, especially Zhang Qiling, who hadn't given him a clear answer yet...

Seeing Yan Huai fall into silence, Black Glasses knew that the guy didn't want to say anything more, so he didn't press him further. He glanced at the dark sky outside, yawned, and stood up.

"Then the blind man can go back inside first. You can continue keeping watch!"

Black Glasses shook his arm, which was hanging down by his mouth, but as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something. He turned back, raised his chin, and gestured to Yan Huai, saying, "Oh, right, although the new era has gotten on track and people are pursuing equality and freedom, but you..."

Yan Huai looked at the man in black glasses gesturing to his head and realized that he wanted the man to fix his hair, so he nodded: "I'll find something to tie my hair up."

Now, the one who seemed to want to say something but hesitated was Black Glasses…

That's it!? That's all? Recalling what the gossipy old lady next door had told him, Black Glasses felt that his and the mute's innocence was in jeopardy.

"Little Hei! Who was that girl who came into your courtyard the day before yesterday? How come she's so tall and strong! I saw how strong she was when she lifted Xiao Zhang, tsk tsk tsk... Who are you? Sigh~ Never mind, as long as you like her, but it's better to keep a low profile. Don't worry, Grandma won't tell anyone!"

How the hell can I trust this...? (π_π)