Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused

In a teahouse next to the Crescent Hotel, Lord Buddha looked at the Crescent Hotel opposite with a bit of vigilance.

"Father, what happened?"

Er Yuehong looked at Zhang Chen who was alert for a while with some surprise.

It was the first time he had seen Lord Buddha look so fearful.

Before the Eighth Master was tied up, the Buddha alone went in and rescued the Eighth Master. At that time, even a pair of hundred Buddhas did not frown.

But now...

"That Mr. Zhang is definitely not ordinary. I doubt that he has practiced any special kung fu."

"Is this true?" The second master was also surprised.

In the past few days, they have not been idle, and have inquired about a lot of things about Zhang Chen.

Judging from the information they probed, this Mr. Zhang is a handsome young man, not a person who knows martial arts at all.

Lord Buddha nodded: "Also, there is a strange centipede beside him."

"Because of the bloodline, most poisonous insects are afraid of me, but that centipede is not afraid of me."

"If Mr. Zhang hadn't reached out and held down the centipede just now, I'm afraid the centipede would attack me."

"It seems that Mr. Zhang is really not an ordinary person." Er Yuehong sighed.

The Buddha looked at him and asked, "Have you found Madam's medicine?"

Er Yuehong shook her head: "I've checked all the rooms, but I can't find them. It seems that this time I can only get them through auction."

Lord Buddha nodded: "Let's go, the auction is about to start."

…

The night was dark, and the moonlight disappeared, shrouding the entire capital in darkness.

There was no one on the streets of the whole city, only the Crescent Hotel in the middle of the capital was full of people.

The group hurriedly approached the New Moon Hotel.

"Finally caught up." The man in the lead stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses, and said with a bit of happiness.

"Eighth Master, if you want me to tell you, don't mess with it."

The adjutant following Qi Baye looked at Qi Baye with a bit of helplessness.

"For your ability, it's okay to tell fortunes and deceive people. We may fight later."

"What is fortune-telling deception!" Qi Baye took a step back and stared at the adjutant dissatisfied.

"I tell you, life is all about fate."

"Before going out this time, I calculated a hexagram, and the hexagram shows that there are experts here."

"Furthermore, it's up to this master whether the second master's wife can survive."

The adjutant grinned and said, "Since that's the case, then Mrs. Er will be fine, so don't meddle with it."

"You know shit." Qi Baye cursed secretly, and then said, "Do you think people will tell you the solution plainly?"

"Hurry up and find a way to take me in!" Qi Baye said dissatisfiedly.

…

To say that this Qi Tiezui is also quite capable.

He just relied on fortune telling to find Zhang Chen's room.

"Sir, I'm really sorry for disturbing you." Qi Tiezui's face was full of smiles.

"Sir, I heard a lot of stories of your storytelling circulating in the market. I don't know where the inspiration for these books you said came from?"

Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at Qi Tiezui in front of him.

This person in front of him is not simple.

According to the third uncle, he is also a legend.

Good at fortune telling and very accurate.

After stealing the fifth master's dog, and touching the sixth master's knife, he can still live well, and even let the Buddha lay down his life to save him.

"If you have anything to do, please tell me directly." It was getting late, and Zhang Chen didn't bother to play dumb with him.

Going around in circles with a fortune-teller with a mouth full of trains is exhausting.

"Haha, I'll just say it right now." Qi Tiezui paused slightly and asked, "I don't know what Mr. Zhang's "Pirates" has to do with our Nine Sects."

Zhang Chen's expression subsided slightly: "Why does the eighth master ask that?"

"The little brother you mentioned in your book has a unicorn tattoo and knows how to dig holes with two fingers. His ability is like that of the Buddha's family."

"And Wu Sansheng in the book has the same name as Gouwu's youngest."

"Wu Sansheng, Ru Chu's tongue-in-cheek name, it's not easy to bump into it."

"I have nothing to do with Jiumen."

"Then "Pirate Pen"..."

"It's just a story. As for how the story came about, I can't tell you."

Zhang Chen neither confirmed nor denied the relationship between "Pirates" and the Seeds of Nine Doors.

Qi Tiezui's eyes turned a little, and he immediately understood what Zhang Chen meant. He didn't continue talking, but instead asked.

"I heard that among the items auctioned by the Crescent Hotel this time, there is an elixir called Deer Living Grass. This medicine can live and die."

"Look, our trip might achieve our goal?"

Zhang Chen understood that the purpose of their trip was to obtain deer and live grass, so as to save Er Yuehong's wife and girl.

In the original work, it is precisely because of this that Lord Buddha pretended to be Peng Sanbian and infiltrated the Crescent Hotel, which caused Yin Xinyue to secretly agree with him.

But now it's different from the book.

If that girl Yin Xinyue sticks to him, there will be no Yin Xinyue forcing Lord Buddha to take her away, because it has been several days, and Yin Xinyue has not paid attention to Lord Zhang at all.

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Chapter 17 The Death of Peng Sanbian (Ask for an evaluation ticket!)

Zhang Chen sighed and said, "One life for another problem."

Qi Tiezui is a legendary figure of a generation, and his calculations are extraordinarily effective.

With such a person, it is cost-effective to make a deal with him.

However, before Qi Tiezui could say anything, a voice came from outside the door.

"As long as Mr. Zhang is willing to solve our doubts, my whole family's life will be paid for you."

The door was pushed open, and two people walked in from the door.

These two are none other than Lord Buddha and his adjutant.

"Since Lord Buddha is so refreshing, then I won't be too long-winded. For the second master and wife, Luhuocao can only continue to live, not to survive."

As soon as he said these words, both the faces of Lord Buddha and Qi Tiezui changed.

Back then, the second master took his wife to see a doctor, and the doctor said that his wife's illness needed live deer grass as medicine.

I heard that the Crescent Hotel has deer grass, but they are going to spend their family property to get deer grass.

But now Zhang Chen told them that deer and grass were useless?

"The second master's wife was already weak, and she was infected with the virus again."

"So deer live grass can only delay her life, and it is impossible to completely cure her."

"Virus?" Eighth Master and Lord Buddha were both shocked.

How is this possible, why haven't they heard the second master say it before? !

and also!

How did Zhang Chen know what they didn't know?

Could it be that his information network has reached the point where he knows everything?

"How is this possible?!" Qi Tiezui said in surprise: "Second Master's wife has always been out of the gate, so how could she be infected with any virus?"

Instead, the Buddha fell silent.

After a while, he asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know how to solve this virus?"

Hearing Zhang Chen talking about the virus, he suddenly remembered the scene of writing at the end.

"Buddha already has a plan in his mind, doesn't he?"

The Buddha was silent, and after a while, he bowed towards Zhang Chen and bowed.

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for your pointer."

"There are many interruptions today. If Mr. Zhang is in trouble in the future, Zhang will definitely help."

Zhang Chen nodded.

The promise of the founding fathers in the future still has a certain weight.

…

In the dark night, several black figures were lying on the outside of the Crescent Moon Hotel.

These people are none other than Peng Sanbian and his subordinates.

Peng Sanbian was waiting for the most suitable time, prepared to kill with one blow, and then retreated.

In another fifteen minutes, the auction at the Crescent Hotel will begin.

At that time, everyone's attention will be attracted by the auction. At that time, it is the best time for him to kill Zhang Chen.

"Master, it should be this room."

Peng Sanbian squinted his eyes and looked at the window of Zhang Chen's room with a hideous smile.

Stealing his woman, telling stories in public to squeeze him out, this Zhang Chen must die!

After he dies, Yin Xinyue will be his own!

The more Peng Sanbian thought about it, the more beautiful he felt, but he felt that his whole body was about to float up.

…

What Peng Sanbian didn't notice was that a figure quietly appeared in the darkness.

This figure was wearing an extremely ancient costume, with long hair half covering his face, he stood motionless, even his chest didn't rise and fall, like a corpse.

This person is none other than Feng Shigu, the attendant Zhang Chen just obtained.

Feng Shigu can no longer be regarded as a real living person, without breath, without breath.

He just stood upright behind Peng Sanbian and others, but Peng Sanbian and others failed to find him.

…

"Senior brother! Peng Sanbian seems to be targeting Mr. Zhang, do we want to help?" Hua Ling put the herbs hanging on the roof into the medicine pot, and asked the partridge whistle in a low voice.

The partridge whistle looked at Peng Sanbian below, revealing a meaningful look.

Zhang Chen is mysterious and unpredictable, and even he can't see his depth.

Exactly, you can take this opportunity to see Zhang Chen's true strength.

"Senior brother, those people are going in, are we really not going to do anything?" Hua Ling asked nervously.

"Peng San can't hurt Mr. Zhang with the whip."

The partridge whistle said with great certainty.

"Also, even if Mr. Zhang is really in danger, the old foreigners will take action." Partridge Whistle pointed to the direction of the restaurant opposite them.

The window of the teahouse was wide open, and the old foreigner was standing behind the window, holding a longbow and aiming at Peng Sanbian's heart.