Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

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At this moment, Miyamoto Ichiro suddenly shot another shot at Ye Fan's back.

The bullet grazed Ye Fan's cheek.

He froze for a moment, wondering how Ye Fan could escape.

His eyes widened, staring at Ye Fan's back.

He saw a shriveled skeleton protruding from the middle of the coffin.

"Clap!"

The skeleton trembled slightly, then stretched out a skinny hand, grabbed a rope and pulled it.

The coffin was overturned with a bang, and countless dust and wood were scattered, which also obscured Ichiro Miyamoto's vision.

"Damn!"

Seeing the coffin burst open suddenly, and so much dust and sundries rolled out, Ichiro Miyamoto's face changed drastically.

He hurriedly raised his hand to cover it, while evacuating towards the door.

He knew that there was a skeleton lying in ambush in the coffin.

Ye Fan also squinted his eyes and glanced around, but he still couldn't catch the mummy.

Only a pungent gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Miyamoto Ichiro had already rushed to the iron gate, he turned his head to look at Ye Fan and sneered:

"I'll see how you survive..."

In the middle of speaking, his pupils froze instantly, and his whole body froze in place. qδ

I saw Ye Fan holding the skeleton in one hand, rushing towards him like a cheetah.

He also grabbed the skeleton and threw it at Ichiro Miyamoto.

Ichiro Miyamoto subconsciously raised his hand to block.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the skeleton broke Miyamoto Ichiro's right arm abruptly.

Then it pressed hard on his back.

Miyamoto Ichiro groaned and knelt down, his cheeks were flushed, his whole body was sore and limp, he could no longer stand, he could only hold his wound and walk forward with difficulty.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was another loud bang, and a coffin door fell to the ground with a bang.

The thick iron door hit Ichiro Miyamoto's back.

"Pfft!"

Miyamoto Ichiro spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground with a scream.

"boom!"

Ye Fan held the simple knife in his backhand, and cut out an arc-shaped knife light, piercing Miyamoto Ichiro's chest.

Blood spurts.

Miyamoto Ichiro's face was full of despair, and his eyes were filled with grief and indignation.

He stared at Ye Fan with unwillingness, remorse, and aggrieved.

"you lose!"

Ye Fan teased lightly and kicked with his left foot.

"flutter!"

Miyamoto Ichiro's body lay down straight, and he did not rest in peace.

Ye Fan wiped off the blood on his face, then dragged his exhausted body and wobbled to the tombstone.

"Father, mother, my son avenged you..."

He picked up paper money and sprinkled it in front of the coffin and tombstone.

Soon, the cemetery returned to silence, leaving only Ye Fan and the photos of his parents on the tombstone.

"Ugh-"

While Ye Fan was chanting the system spell silently, the three cars stopped silently at the Yetang branch office.

Song Wansan, Partridge Whistle, Zhang Qiling and Cai Lingzhi filed out.

Song Wansan was dressed in a black robe, holding a dragon-headed crutch, and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

Partridge Whistle and the others wore full-body protective clothing, and each of them tied 4 explosive packs around their waists, which were obviously used to ignite the grave.

Cai Lingzhi is carrying the camera.

Ye Fan sighed: "I really don't need such a big battle."

"Lower the fork!"

"This is a funeral that I carefully planned."

Song Wansan knocked Ye Fan on the head angrily:

"You kid, you are usually coquettish, and you always lose the chain at critical moments. If you don't prepare more now, how can you explain to your parents?"

Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want you to take risks!"

Song Wansan waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, go in quickly!"

Ye Fan nodded slightly, then walked into the castle.

Although it was daytime, the castle was still eerie, with a damp smell and an inexplicable stench.

"This place is evil."

"Yeah, it's too intrusive, I don't dare to stay for long."

"Not only is the scenery of Yangguo unique, but this ancient castle is even more wonderful."

"I heard that it was built by an emperor 100 years ago to worship the dead, but it was later demolished and turned into a tourist attraction."

"Yes, this place is indeed weird."

A group of people slowly opened the door and continued to discuss.

"Whoosh-"

Just when everyone opened the door and walked into the hall on the first floor, an old man in red rushed over and slapped Song Hongyan who was at the front.

He was so fast that he disappeared in a flash.

"careful!"

With a roar, Ye Fan stepped forward and greeted him with a fist.

The two sides collided instantly.

Amidst a muffled sound, the old man in red thumped back two meters.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was shocked.

Ye Fan also retreated two meters in a row before he stabilized his body. His fists couldn't stop getting hot, as if they were burned by fire.

His eyelids twitched.

The old man in red was not hysterical, but just let out a low voice: "Who is it?"

Ye Fan shouted: "The one who killed you!"

"kill!"

The old man in red roared and swung his cane to attack Ye Fan.

Every move is tricky and fierce.

"Hoohoo!"

Before Ye Fan rushed up to stop him, Cai Lingzhi rushed over with Partridge Whistle and others.

Almost at the same moment, several guards also drew out their weapons.

One by one, they confronted Ye Fan and the others as if facing a formidable enemy.

But as soon as they raised their weapons, they were swarmed up by the partridge whistle, seized the weapons, and fell to the ground.

Song's bodyguards quickly controlled the scene, guarding key positions such as doors, windows, and stairs.

Song Wansan did not participate, but walked slowly.

He walked slowly, with an intriguing smile on his face.

Looking at Song Wansan's posture, Zhang Qiling frowned: "Old man, don't we help Ye Fan?"

Song Wansan smiled indifferently: "Helping him will only disturb his mood."

"What we should do is to put the coffin back in the coffin, leave enough time for him to deal with the funeral, and don't add to his troubles."

He is very wise: "As for the cemetery, do you think he can get rid of Miyamoto?"

"It's impossible. Ichiro Miyamoto is stronger than you and me. Even if Ye Fan wins against him, he will lose his vitality. How can he deal with the danger in the cemetery?"

"I reckon, he won't survive tonight!"

"Now he is only supported by his desire to survive, hoping that one day he will find a life-saving straw and survive."

"This is an instinctive escape. Once you get out of trouble, you will run away without hesitation!"

He added: "So, why should we mix?"

"Makes sense!"

Zhang Qiling nodded: "Ye Fan is really not good at playing these conspiracies and tricks, this guy likes to be simple and rude, the rest is false."

Although Ye Fan is smart, he is not an ordinary rookie in the use of intrigues and tricks.

"Ye Fan, don't worry, the people here are all sent by your father and mother to protect you. There are 58 people in total, all of them are equipped with guns, and they are all well-trained."

Partridge Whistle smiled and told Ye Fan: "They can guarantee you unimpeded access to the cemetery."

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then asked gratefully, "Why did you bring so many people this time?"

"These people were transferred from Longdu, and Mr. Song signed it himself."

Partridge Whistle chuckled: "She's worried about you, so let us be more vigilant."

Chapter 810 Huaxia Mountains and Rivers, Carved Sandalwood

Song Wansan said with a smile: "These people were all selected by Mrs. Song herself, one hundred and nine of them, each with agility."

While talking, he walked to a bronze tripod.

The bronze tripod is a pure cast product of the Han Dynasty, with vivid carvings all around, and a picture of mountains, rivers and society is painted on the top of the tripod.

It fully occupies half of the bronze tripod.

Song Wansan reached out to touch the tripod wall, and then turned the handle to open it with a click.

Suddenly, a strong scent of sandalwood came to the nostrils.

This fragrance is very fresh and makes people feel that the whole person has settled a lot.

Partridge Whistle inhaled a few breaths and was amazed: "This is sandalwood from a thousand years old."

"A piece of sandalwood that weighs a thousand catties is worth one billion, and even if you have money, you can't buy it. The market value is almost [-] billion."

"I didn't expect a map of China's mountains and rivers to be engraved on this bronze tripod. How much engineering effort would it take?"

He praised, then turned to look at Ye Fan:

"Old bastard, you really have a lot of treasures, no wonder you refused to give them to He Lianjing."

Song Wansan smiled: "It's not that Ye Fan doesn't want to give it away, it's because he is reluctant to give it away. After all, it's the only thing his parents left him."

Ye Fan didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly.

He caught a clue.