Grave Robber: System, you want me to learn magic?

More than an hour from the airport, the environment changes from remote to bustling to remote.

When we arrived at a large garden, the car circled around again, and finally stopped outside a huge Chinese restaurant.

After getting out of the car, Qi Yan looked at the luxurious restaurant and the four words "Crescent Hotel" flying around on the plaque, and touched his chin, "Who will pay for this consumption?"

Huo Xiuxiu's smile never disappeared, "Brother Xiaohua guessed right, don't worry, brother Xiaohua said, all the expenses this time will be counted on him."

Qi Yan and Wu Xie exhaled in unison.

A woman in a green cheongsam standing at the entrance of the hotel heard the movement here clearly from a distance of more than ten meters. She walked forward and turned sideways, "I wonder if any of you have an appointment?"

Huo Xiuxiu nodded, "Sea Moon Square."

After bending slightly, the cheongsam woman naturally walked in front to lead the way for everyone.

The interior of the hotel is also very Chinese-style, not a Western-style restaurant with Chinese skin.

The middle of the whole building is empty, like a tower, each floor is octagonal, except for the first and second floors, each side corresponds to a box.

The first floor is the lobby, and there are nine tables in the middle, which are separated, after all, there are few big tables.

The second floor is also octagonal, but each side is not a box, but an open-air tea room, with a table, two chairs, and a bell next to each chair.

However, according to the size of this restaurant, this place occupies at most one-third, and the remaining two-thirds do not know what it is.

Qi Yan withdrew his sizing eyes, and followed the woman in the cheongsam up to the third floor.

The cheongsam woman stopped in front of a door marked with the word "sea and moon", and began to chant poems inexplicably, "People in Haimen sit at three o'clock at night, and the tide of thousands of miles comes and the moon is born again. The chaotic rivers and mountains still shine together, and the vast world gradually becomes clear. This is The Ming Dynasty is a poem of Renyi/Xun. Guest, please come in."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Qi Yan and Wu Xie looked at each other.

Huo Xiuxiu took it for granted that she pushed open the door directly, and Xiao Hua in the box was sitting there drinking tea in a light pink suit, "Brother Xiao Hua."

Xiao Hua raised her head, "Here we come."

Qi Yan and Wu Xie went in one after the other, found a random seat and sat down.

Then there was a silence.

Xiaohua didn't speak, and Wuxie didn't say anything.

Qi Yan watched the scene of the confrontation between the two and murmured thoughtfully: "Could it be that the second nephew is fighting for the first uncle? Xie Lianhuan is very popular, but the third uncle lost miserably."

The stagnant atmosphere was suddenly shattered.

Wu Xie rolled her eyes, picked up the teapot on the table and poured herself a glass of water, "Xiao Hua, why are you looking for us in such a hurry?"

Xiao Hua put down the teacup in her hand, did not answer Wu Xie's question, but asked instead: "Have you found him yet?"

Wu Xie is not online yet, "Who?"

Qi Yan pointed to his pocket.

Wu Xie suddenly realized, and took out a wrecked wreck of paper from his pocket, unfolded it embarrassingly and handed it to Xiao Hua.

A trace of disgust flashed in Xiaohua's eyes, and he took it, and the content made him even more disgusted.

After he finished reading the paper and returned the paper to Wuxie who refused to be invalid, he said: "Xie Lianhuan walked very strangely at that time, so I suspected that he was not dead, and this time it was confirmed. Looking at the content, the two of them are going to do it." There's a lot going on."

Qi Yan yawned out of boredom.

Facts have proved that yawning is effectively contagious, and Wu Xie started yawning after a while.

Xiao Hua shook her head, "You live a very fulfilling life relying on the people around you, and you don't want to think about what is hidden in this letter."

Wu Xie forced herself to doze off, "What? What's the content? Did they hide the pocket money again? Don't worry about it, Qi Yan and I had already taken it all out when we came."

Xiao Huacang lived, and he suddenly felt that if he had a nephew like Wu Xie, he would also run away.