Chapter 23: Worship – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Yao Yumen was followed by three men with steady gazes, all three were wearing suits with sunglasses, their hair was combed meticulously, and they didn’t speak, they just stood there.

“Yun Feng, you come here this is your classmate?” Yao Yumen looked at me with deep meaning in her eyes.

I desperately squeezed my eyes at the woman.

She guffawed and said, “Since we bumped into each other here today, Yunfeng, have a meal with us, I have some things I want to talk to you alone.”

When she finished speaking, she pulled out the little flip phone she had with her and made a call: “Uh, it’s my brother, we’ll be there about half a minute late.”

As soon as the little snitch came out, there were a lot of people in the restaurant looking this way, including the little yellow hair.

At that time to buy up this thing, people are considered to be rich, not to mention Yao Yumen followed by three like mixing the road suit man, at once, the small yellow hairs look at me gulped saliva, do not dare to force in with me.

“Your friend is calling you, go ahead Yunfeng, we’ll just see you later,” Li Jing read my mind and she graciously let me pass.

Star Grand Hotel, inside the luxurious private room on the second floor.

One after another, many dishes were served, with fish and shrimp all hard-cooked.

Yao Yumen poured herself a glass of wine, she took a sip and looked at me, “Yun Feng, what is your team going to do next?”

The chopsticks stopped in mid-air and I looked warily at the three suited men next to me.

“It’s fine, one of our own,” Yao Yumen put down his wine glass.

“Sister Jade, big brother has gone to work, and the head of the handle means to pull out as soon as possible and get out of here.” I had a serious look on my face.

Yao Yumen twirled his wine glass, “Well, this is best, General Wang still knows the importance of lightness. Remember, don’t come back after you leave Shunde.”

Puzzled, I asked her why.

After eating a mouthful of food, she put down her chopsticks and said, “Our business is like the jianghu in martial arts, schemers and dead warriors, plots and yang plots and ghost plots, you teenagers into the business, as long as you faithfully follow Wang Xiansheng, the future is bright.”

“Also, do you believe there are mandrills and ghosts in this world?” She suddenly changed the topic.

I shook my head, “I don’t believe it, a man dies and the bird goes up, no

What is a ghost or a god when you die for ten thousand years.”

I looked like a teenager but spoke old-fashioned words, causing Yao Yumen to guffaw.

She took out the bagua compass with her and held it up in front of my eyes with one hand.

For some reason, the three pointers on the compass suddenly pointed behind me in unison at the same time.

Seeing me froze, Yao Yumen scared me, “Yunfeng ah, behind you is standing a starving toothless old woman.”

I don’t know if it’s a psychological suggestion, but when she said that, I suddenly felt a cold swish behind my back.

A man in a suit took off his sunglasses and she shook her head, “Alright Yumen, this kid’s face isn’t ordinary either, so don’t be teasing him.”

Yao Yumen retrieved the compass.

“Here, this, consider it an amulet,” she said as she presented me with a necklace.

The necklace was strung on a red cord, with a very small gaou box pendant on the end, in which was tucked a small ball of yellow and red paper.

“Thank you, Sister Jade,” I tried it around my neck, it was a good size, and covered it with my clothes so that only a section of the red cord could be seen from the outside.

We chatted for a while longer, Yao Yumen told me a few stories of Wang Shou Tou’s past, and straight away I listened to him with admiration, thinking that I didn’t know when I could be so powerful and respected on the road.

Wine and rice, I said goodbye to Yao Yumen, also packed a meal, this time downstairs Li Jing’s table also scattered, I think it should be back.

On the way back, I yanked out the amulet every now and then to take a look at it, and the more I looked at it, the more I really liked it.

“Sango, I’m back, I brought you food,” I said as I pushed the door to the hotel room straight open with my meal in hand.

“Sango? Sango?”

In front of me, the hotel floor was covered with white paper crumpled into paper balls, Sun Lao San was lying on the concrete floor, and there was paper everywhere around him.

I casually unwrapped a ball of paper and looked at it, only to see that the white paper was covered with

The pencil roundel was drawn at many angles and a rope was drawn over and over again.

“Sango, what is this?” I asked him as I looked at the mess.