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

Chapter 126 Zhang Qiling's "Playing Hard to Get"

So that's how it happened...

Yan Huai's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiling, seeing the tense atmosphere between Yan Huai and the Wang family, and having learned the truth from Qi Yu, had his already dwindling patience completely exhausted. He flashed out of the bushes and moved to the right rear of the Wang family's line of sight.

Some of the Wang family members who were closer heard the commotion and instinctively glanced behind them, only to be met with a kick from Zhang Qiling.

Yan Huai was utterly helpless at the sight, but since a fight had already broken out, he might as well join in!

When the Azure Dragon bloodline's pressure is activated, anyone locked within its range will be slowed down. That's how Wang Jue died. As for the evil creatures targeted... the puppet in the corpse cave earlier is an example.

With a slanted kick, Yan Huai caught Wang Quan's old arms and legs. Even though he had taken a few steps back, that distance was negligible to Yan Huai. Before the cane that Wang Quan was holding tightly could fall again, Yan Huai picked it up. This should be the vessel through which Wang Quan controlled the Demon Mother's soul.

"return!"

Yan Huai flicked his cane back, and the demon mother's soul, which had been forced to tremble under the pressure, rushed back to its vessel without hesitation.

Yan Huai took it back and weighed it in his hand. As the next member of the Wang family rushed up, he swung the cane out with a backhand.

The next moment, one by one, members of the Wang family flew out like kites with broken strings, landing on the roadside, in the grass, and on tree branches, in all sorts of strange and varied shapes.

At least that's what Zhang Qiling thought. After turning around and kicking a member of the Wang family in the kidneys, his gaze was drawn to the screams coming from Yan Huai's side. Even if he didn't hold back, he couldn't have dealt with these members of the Wang family as easily as Yan Huai...

A swing of the cane can mean the difference between life and death.

"What will happen if I increase the purity of my bloodline?" Zhang Qiling inexplicably thought of the eleventh mission that Qi Yu had issued before, and asked himself in his mind.

"Didn't you already guess?" Qi Yu responded softly, somewhat sentimental about the current situation. "Although you share your master's lifespan, fortune, and misfortune, you cannot share your master's bloodline abilities. Therefore, the road ahead will be difficult. Improving the purity of your bloodline can help you build a more resilient physique and enhance your strength, which will be entirely beneficial to you."

"Then why was there another time?"

A second chance to be bound together by shared destiny... Why is there another one? And why do we still need to hide it from Yan Huai?

Zhang Qiling thought Qi Yu would still give him an answer, but to his surprise, this time it remained silent for a long time, long enough that Yan Huai had already dealt with the remaining members of the Wang family and was carrying Wang Quan towards him.

"I'm sorry, I can only tell you that during our last time of sharing joys and sorrows, the master changed the oath."

Yan Huai placed all the consequences of the backlash on himself, sharing weal and woe twice, in order to make Zhang Qiling willingly swear an oath like Yan Huai once again.

But Qi Yu couldn't say anything, because Yan Huai had already made his choice. It could only wait for the two of them to develop their relationship slowly, hoping that Yan Huai wouldn't make the wrong bet. This way, Zhang Qi Ling could be moved by his heart, and the latter wouldn't be forced to make a choice against her will by being betrayed by the "shared fate" relationship with Yan Huai.

thump--

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground interrupted Zhang Qiling and Qi Yu's thoughts. They both looked at Wang Quan, who was lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, and then unconsciously looked away, finding it an eyesore.

"You...you're not Wang Jue..."

"You're only just finding out..." Yan Huai didn't even want to say anything more. This guy can be the head of the Wang family? He could just find a baby and call him a child prodigy!

"He died the day you sent him to replace me."

"How could you... cough, know so much about him..."

"You have too many questions. Just ask him in a bit. But he probably doesn't know much either. Let's see how it goes!"

Yan Huai, expressionless, lightly tapped the palm of his other hand with the end of his cane: "Now that the Demon Mother's soul is no longer under your control, and the Wang Family Manor has been burned to ruins, the real Wang Family should have appeared by now, right?"

"You...what do you want to do?"

Yan Huai stopped tapping his cane, smiled, and behind him was a huge, warm orange-yellow light, but in Wang Quan's dazed eyes, all that was reflected was a pitch-black shadow.

"Thank you... thank you for letting me wait for the real Wang family."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Quan felt a strong gust of wind rush towards him. He instinctively raised his hand to block it, but he never expected that the cane he had held for decades would sever his wrist and throat together...

Blood mist splattered, and the screams began abruptly and then disappeared.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiling was momentarily stunned, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Yan Huai. This was the first time he had seen Yan Huai like this.

Unlike his usual gentle and dull demeanor, and unlike the eerie beauty he had seen in the coral tree tomb chamber of the underwater tomb, Yan Huai now exuded a chilling aura.

It felt incongruous...yet somehow natural. Zhang Qiling couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she also felt somewhat uncomfortable, just like right now...

One second he was a cold-blooded crocodile that killed without hesitation, and the next second he turned into a kind and adorable Chinese rural dog, even reaching out his hand to him.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes to look at the long, slender, fair hand in front of him, pursed his lips. Although it wasn't good to offend Yan Huai, he needed time to adjust. So he raised his hand and patted Yan Huai's palm, then withdrew it and walked forward.

As for Yan Huai, the hand that had tried to grasp Zhang Qiling's fingertips twitched, and he himself froze on the spot, his ears inexplicably turning crimson...

It really proves that saying: what's more irresistible than a straight shot is the playful teasing of a loved one.