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

Chapter 147 Yan Huai's Unspeakable Past?

At a location where the outer and central parts of Snakehead Mountain meet, Zhang Qiling found the village where the fellow villager he had met on the bus lived. Following the directions given by the villager, Zhang Qiling found the door of Liu the Hunter's house at the entrance of the village.

The fence was crooked, there were no livestock or poultry inside, and the yard was messy and disorganized, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

Qi Yu watched in his sea of ​​consciousness as Zhang Qiling raised his hand to pat that insignificant wooden door, and he was puzzled the whole way.

Zhang Qiling had already sensed that his master had regained his memories, so why didn't he just ask his master directly? Why did he come here to ask someone who had lost their mind? He's also needlessly separated from Wu Xie, with whom he could barely look after each other. What if they accidentally encounter danger again...?

After hesitating for a long time, the white dumpling finally asked its question, but Zhang Qiling's answer made it fall silent for a long time.

"Yanhuai, I won't say it."

Qi Yu Tuanba Tuanba's own body: Hmm, it seems that Yan Huai really wouldn't say such a thing, especially not to Zhang Qiling.

However, Zhang Qiling, unaware of the truth, was clearly unaware of the real reason for Qi Yu's silence; his inner journey was far more complex than he had imagined.

From the moment Yan Huai left due to the influence of his memories in the Wang family's underground palace, Zhang Qiling roughly understood that Yan Huai probably didn't want him to know about his past, at least not for now.

It wasn't about being wary or suspicious; it was that Yan Huai couldn't get over the past, and he placed too much importance on Zhang Qiling. He didn't know what abandoning the past would mean, nor did he know if choosing Zhang Qiling would allow him to live a peaceful and stable life. That's why he came to the Qinling Mountains to retrieve his memories and ultimately make a decision that was responsible for both of them...

Was it rational? Yes, it was very rational, but Zhang Qiling knew that this was the best outcome.

So regardless of whether Yan Huai regretted the oath he made when they bound themselves to each other, he stepped towards Zhang Qiling the moment Zhang Qiling decided to accept the double bond of shared destiny as a reward.

It can be said that this was an impulsive decision made by two people who were not mature in their understanding of relationships. Whether misunderstandings or happiness arise in the future, impulsiveness is just the beginning of everything, and it's best to accept it.

Thinking this to himself, Zhang Qiling, who was indifferent to everything, felt a pang of sadness. The emotion came inexplicably, yet its presence was damnably strong...

Qi Yu shuddered in its mind, sweating for Yan Huai, who was more than ten kilometers away—Zhang Qiling had even sworn! Then it couldn't cover this up! Master, have a safe journey?

Yan Huai, who was rapidly closing the distance with Zhang Qiling, sneezed in the dizzying depths of the jungle, having a bad feeling.

"Are you alright?" The Azure Dragon Clan doesn't sneeze, so is Yan Huai still not used to his dragon form? Yan Chen asked, puzzled.

Yan Huai shook his head, looking bewildered, then wrinkled his nose before speeding up his journey with Yan Chen.

Returning to the village entrance, Zhang Qiling noticed that no one had come out of the thatched house. He waited a while longer until Qi Yu told him, quite naturally, that only Liu the hunter's son was inside, and that he should come in without any hesitation. Only then did he push open the wooden door and go inside without any psychological barriers.

After all, Qi Yu's hostile tone was quite obvious, and where did this hostility come from? It must be because this person had done something to Yan Huai...

Zhang Qiling had a gut feeling that he would soon have to use a knife, so he could only force himself to be patient and use the sound of his clenched fists cracking to calm his nerves.

The wooden door creaked open, followed by a blast of rotten, sour-smelling dust. Zhang Qiling glanced around the room, his expression unchanging.

The original color of the quilt was no longer discernible; it had come undone, revealing black cotton wadding that had spilled out and extended into a side room.

In the center of the main room was a crooked square table. The stools were nowhere to be found. The haphazard arrangement of the furniture made the already scarce items seem superfluous.

Zhang Qiling could hear someone breathing in the side room, so he paused slightly before walking over.

Piang——

Before the side room, partially obscured by a half-drawn curtain, could be seen in its entirety, a cheap iron bowl with dents and pits inside rolled to its feet.

Zhang Qiling subconsciously stopped in her tracks, and heard the trembling sobs of a man beside her.

"Don't go over there! Don't touch him..."

This must be Liu the hunter's son.