Tomb Raider: Call Me Dragon Vein Cleaner

Chapter 421 The evil guest comes to the door

Cheng Feng was the first to notice something was wrong; he sensed it almost the instant the smoke appeared.

He remained completely calm, observing the sudden turn of events with an air of serenity.

"It's getting foggy, boss!"

Black Bear had put down the food in his hand and was now using the beam of his flashlight to probe the surrounding fog.

Ah Ning also stopped eating, subconsciously shrinking closer to Cheng Feng, her hand hanging limply at her side, ready to draw her gun at any moment.

"It's normal for the fragrance to change a bit after smelling it for so long."

In Cheng Feng's eyes, fog was just fog, and his strongest psychological reaction was only a slight curiosity.

But in A Ning's eyes, the ever-thickening fog seemed like the entrance effect of some kind of monster.

Her hair stood on end, and she stared intently at the darkness ahead of the crack, not daring to ignore any corner.

Since Cheng Feng made no move, A Ning and Hei Xiazi could only wait quietly.

Gradually, the surrounding fog became so thick that ordinary people could not see more than five meters away.

At this moment, Cheng Feng's eyes lit up; he had seen something very interesting.

"Be quiet, come with me."

After whispering a few words, Cheng Feng stood up, bent over, and walked towards the crack ahead.

A Ning jolted awake, jumped up, and followed Cheng Feng nervously, not daring to fall behind even a little.

Behind her, Black Bear wore a playful smile, pushed up his sunglasses, and slowly followed.

The sound of three light footsteps echoed in the narrow crevice, and the beam of a flashlight pierced through the wisps of white mist that resembled flowing sleeves, illuminating the area ahead.

A short while later, Cheng Feng stopped and raised his hand to signal the two people behind him to stop.

He then slowly crouched down, clearing their view.

Ah Ning looked up ahead, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

A row of figures dressed in sacrificial robes from the Xia and Shang dynasties walked through the white mist; their forms seemed both real and illusory.

For a moment the flashlight beam could pass through their bodies, but more often it seemed almost tangible.

Because he was facing away from the three people, his face was not visible.

The exposed hands were bluish-white, clearly not normal human hands.

At the same time, each of them carried an antique lantern, which emitted a pale blue light, and the mist remained completely still as they walked.

Cheng Feng glanced back at the two of them, and Hei Xiazi mouthed four words: "Ghost soldiers passing through?"

Ah Ning could naturally understand Hei Xiazi's words, and couldn't help but shiver, as if the air around her had turned several degrees colder.

But Cheng Feng shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, and beckoned the two of them to follow.

Then, led by the big shot Cheng Feng, A Ning took slightly weak steps and gritted her teeth to follow behind.

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Footsteps echoed through the crack, and the three of them landed not far behind this strange group of people.

As Cheng Feng walked, he carefully observed what was ahead. Both his eyes and his intuition told him that this group of people was real.

But it doesn't exist in reality.

Perhaps they lived thousands of years ago, and now Lu's abilities are being presented to the three people thousands of years later.

Follow this group of people dressed in ceremonial robes through several crevice corners.

Finally, they stopped in front of a wall.

Cheng Feng and the other two huddled together and squatted down, their three pairs of eyes fixed on them.

When the person at the front pressed the blue lantern in their hand against the wall, the once seamless wall split open to the sides, revealing a crack.

Instantly, an even richer aroma burst forth.

Cheng Feng quickly turned around to look at A Ning.

As he expected, the woman got carried away.

Ah Ning's red lips were half-open, saliva was faintly visible, and swallowing sounds could be heard from her throat. Her eyes were filled with the greed of a starving ghost.

She instinctively wanted to get up and rush toward the open door.

At the critical moment, Cheng Feng raised his hand and placed it on A Ning's shoulder, then covered the lower half of A Ning's face with his other hand.

Aning, who was being controlled, struggled instinctively, much like a gentleman who was addicted to drugs.

Cheng Feng had no choice but to quickly bring her to his side to prevent her from causing a commotion under the lure of the fragrance and closing the entrance he had finally managed to open.

Just like catching a chick, Ah Ning didn't make a ripple in Cheng Feng's hands.

Cheng Feng even had the leisure to take a look at Hei Xiazi.

This guy seemed much better, giving Cheng Feng an OK sign to indicate that he was fine.

Cheng Feng nodded slightly before turning his attention to the person performing the sacrifice.

They began to enter the entrance one by one, unaware of the slight movements Cheng Feng made.

When all the people performing the ritual were about to enter the crevice, Cheng Feng then controlled A Ning to follow them.

During this time, Cheng Feng felt that the struggle in his hands had weakened, but at this critical moment, just to be on the safe side, Cheng Feng still firmly controlled the variable, A Ning.

After the last person to perform the ritual entered, Cheng Feng and Hei Xiazi seamlessly joined forces and stepped into the portal opened in the stone wall.

The moment the three stepped inside, the white mist surrounding them vanished abruptly.

The sacrificial procession, which was right next to them, also disappeared along with the white mist.

This unexpected turn of events startled Hei Xiazi, and Cheng Feng also stopped in his tracks.

At this moment, Ah Ning, who was being held in front of Cheng Feng, gently patted Cheng Feng's arm.

Cheng Feng looked down and saw that A Ning's eyes had become clear, so he let go of her arm.

"Thank you, I almost fell for it."

Ah Ning took a deep breath and then whispered her thanks to Cheng Feng.

"You're welcome. My share is part of the payment you give to the blind man."

With a flick of his finger, Cheng Feng used water control magic to toss the saliva off his hands, replied to A Ning, and then lifted his foot to continue walking forward.

As Ah Ning walked, she wiped her face, and as expected, her hand came off covered in black grime.

She could already picture herself looking disheveled and humiliated.

The passageway behind the door is just wide enough for one person to pass through; it's neither crowded nor spacious.

After walking along the one-way street for about several dozen meters, the space in front of Cheng Feng and his two companions began to widen.

Before long, the three of them stood side by side on a platform. Before them lay a huge space, the size of four or five football fields, nestled in the heart of the Kunlun Mountains.

Of course, this was from Cheng Feng and Hei Xiazi's perspective; A Ning only saw a void.

"What a grand feast!"

Hei Xiazi is an optimistic person; he can laugh no matter what the situation is like.

Even if the people hosting the banquet below aren't human...

"Blind man, do you think the host of this banquet will mind if the three of us come along and join in the fun?"

Cheng Feng smiled knowingly, looking into the distance as he spoke.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be kicked out by an unwelcome guest!"

Black Bear slightly raised his head.

Above the banquet table, incredibly long strands of black hair almost covered the entire ceiling of the hall.

At this moment, it spread towards the three of them like clusters of black waves.