Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Chapter 31 The Deal with A Ning

"trade?"

"What do you have to offer me in exchange for this deal? Miss Aning doesn't seem to have anything that interests me."

Upon hearing Ah Ning's offer to make a deal with him, Qin Henian didn't even need to think. He raised an eyebrow and a charming, dangerous smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

“I have a memory of Mr. Qin, but we should have never met him since I can remember.”

"Mr. Qin must have an extraordinary background, right? It's a pity that I don't know your identity right now, but if the memories in my mind gradually become coherent and speak, then your identity will become obvious to me!"

Ah Ning was not deterred by Qin Henian's words and calmly expressed what she wanted to say.

"hehe"

Qin Henian looked up and turned to A Ning. His black hair swayed gently in the breeze through the forest, and his delicate face was expressionless.

Tsk tsk, is that all? A wandering outsider, whose tribe he doesn't even know, dares to threaten him?

Qin Henian looked at the countdown to Ah Ning's life. He had originally thought of helping her survive, but in the end, she was just someone kept outside and could never be brought into the open.

With his eyes narrowed, Qin Henian gently stroked his long, slender fingers beneath his wide robe. A powerful yet silent current of air formed a small, exquisite, and transparent feather. This feather, unlike a crane feather, resembled one and rested on his fair and rosy fingertips. In less than ten seconds, it vanished without a trace.

Since we're all going to die anyway, what's the harm in dying a little earlier?

"This deal is very worthwhile for Mr. Qin. Regardless of whether I retain the memory of it in the future, I will not reveal this secret."

Ah Ning continued, saying that ever since she jumped off the cliff, she'd had a bad feeling, and her premonitions were usually quite accurate. In their line of work, the only ominous sign they could think of was death, or at least at least a proper burial.

"Tsk, I thought Miss Ning was a smart person, but now it seems she doesn't have much of a brain."

Qin Henian didn't care what A Ning thought; people who usually set their sights on him didn't live long.

"Mr. Qin, what do you mean by this? You don't want to help me?"

"Isn't Mr. Qin afraid that I'll reveal this, or does Mr. Qin think I'm bluffing you?"

Ah Ning couldn't understand why someone who had half a handle on her would choose not to help her.

Qin Henian was speechless as he watched A Ning's series of actions. On the other side, Wu Xie, who was lying on the grass covered with clothes, was crying his eyes out. His face was ashen, and even his lips were bloodless.

The pain was stimulating Wu Xie's sensitive cells. He wanted to move his body and get up to resist, but his first instinct was that his brother was saving his life.

"hiss....."

The pain kept Wu Xie highly alert at all times, his face contorted as he clenched the dragon-patterned stick in his mouth.

"Little innocent, just bear with it a little longer! Be good! The young man and the blind man will be able to remove the things from your back in a bit. We'll save you, don't be nervous!"

At this moment, Fatty Wang, who was watching Zhang Qilin operate on Wu Xie's back, also had a very serious expression. If it weren't for Xie Yuchen next to him having an even more serious expression than his own, he would have really thought that this was not some kind of flesh-scraping and bone-scraping surgery.

With no other option, Fatty Wang could only look at his own weight pressing down on Wu Xie's legs, trying to give the young man as much room as possible to perform the surgery.

On the other side, Pan Zi and Xie Yuchen each held down one of Wu Xie's hands and shoulders, leaving space on both sides of his back for Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin to operate.

At this moment, Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi were both squatting on the grass next to Wu Xie, their faces solemn. Hei Xiazi knew a little about this thing that burrowed into Wu Xie's flesh, but Zhang Qilin, whose memories were still being pieced together, was quickly searching his mind and reality for the optimal surgical solution.

Currently, Wu Xie has a large bluish-purple lump on his lower back, up to his waist. This lump is spreading and growing rapidly, and there are also obvious changes in skin color on the left and right sides of his waist.

"Dumb guy, we have to make a move!"

Black Bear held a miniature knife in his hand, and it was unclear where he got it from. He pulled a lighter from his pocket before pulling out the knife, heating the blade over a flame; the color changed from high to low temperature...

"Okay, try to be as fast as possible."

Zhang Qilin didn't want to dawdle, fearing that if he kept dragging it out, the thing would grow faster and faster, eventually burrowing into his bones, which would be very troublesome.

“You don’t need to tell me, even a blind man knows! I’ll start from both sides, picking out the surface first and then going deeper. If it really… if it really gets inside Wu Xie’s flesh, I, the blind man, won’t hold back. I’ve done plenty of cutting flesh before.”

Black Bear's expression remained unchanged behind his sunglasses, but his mouth opened and closed. He never usually gave anyone a heads-up before doing things like this, but this time it was Wu Xie, a brother his brother cared about... There was no other way...

"it is good"

After uttering a single word, Zhang Qilin stopped talking to Hei Xiazi and placed his hand on Wu's back, making a shallow cut with a "plop."

"Sigh! Being Wu Sanxing's nephew is really not a good job. Look at Wu Xie's appearance...tsk tsk..."

Watching Zhang Qilin's swift knife strike, Hei Xiazi didn't hesitate either, and with a "thud," his knife fell as well. Hei Xiazi's face broke into a grin as he continued to tease Zhang Qilin while his hands kept moving.

As the group was assisting Wu Xie with his surgery, time slowly passed. A strong, pungent smell of rust entered Qin Henian's nostrils, causing him to frown slightly. He even lost the mood to continue his conversation with A Ning.

“Mr. Qin, are you really not going to reconsider? If I leave the underground palace of the Queen Mother of the West this time and tell my boss about the memories in my head and your affairs, I think he would definitely want to have a chat with you.”

Meanwhile, Ah Ning continued to chat with Qin Henian about what she wanted to say.

"Miss Aning, have you ever heard of the idiom 'jumping clown'?"

Don't you think it looks a lot like you now?

Qin Henian didn't want to talk to A Ning anymore. He wanted to go and see what was going on with Wu Xie. He stopped discussing things with her in a calm tone and instead suddenly raised his voice and spoke softly.

"you..."

"Stop with the 'I-I-I'! Miss Aning, didn't you consider your own situation before threatening people? Did you think... about whether you could leave here alive?"

Qin Henian interrupted A Ning, who was about to argue with him, and left a string of words behind before turning around and walking towards Wu Xie and the others.