Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The long night has passed,

The flowers are covered with dew, the leaves are covered with frost, and white clouds are floating on the mountainside.

The air in the deep mountains and old forests is good, and there are lush and dense trees all over the mountains.

Wu Xuan stretched out on the bed and yawned sleepily.

困、

I want to stay in bed! ! !

Glancing at the place next to him, Zhang Qiling had long disappeared, and even the bed was already cold.

"Get up so early?" Wu Xi muttered and sat up.

Suddenly he heard Wu Sansheng calling him in the yard, "Nephew! Are you up? We are about to set off."

"Oh - come right away!" Wuxi replied.

He climbed up from the bed in a flash, ignoring his suddenly heavy backpack, hurriedly put it on his back and ran out.

Everyone else was already getting ready, just waiting for him, "Sorry, I got up late."

Wu Sansheng threw him a piece of breakfast and said, "Eat while walking."

Wu Xuan ate the steamed buns and complained to Zhang Qiling in a low voice: "Why don't you call me when you get up? I forgot to set the alarm clock."

Zhang Qiling:......

The premise is that I have to wake you up.

I don’t know who it is, sleeping like a little piggy.

Wu Xuan didn't really blame him, he just said it casually, and when Zhang Qiling ignored him, he quickly forgot about it.

The mountain road was not easy to walk on. Wu Xuan carried a big bag on his back and struggled to step on the piles of rocks. He climbed up and down with the others. His foot accidentally tilted. Zhang Qiling helped him up in time, "Be careful."

"Brother, thank you~" Wu Xuan said with a silly smile.

His shoulders were a little painful from the heavy backpack straps. Wu Xi quietly pressed his thumbs against the straps to relieve the pressure on his overwhelmed shoulders.

Zhang Qiling noticed his little movement, held the buttocks of his schoolbag for him, grabbed Wu Xuan's backpack strap, and wanted to help him take it off, saying, "Give me the bag."

Why is this so embarrassing?

"No, no, no! I can just do it myself, it'll be fine." Wu Xi refused in embarrassment.

The bag is indeed heavy, but he can't shirk responsibility just because of this?

Just when the two were in a stalemate over a backpack, Wu Sansheng suddenly said: "Eldest nephew, throw away the rags in your bag! Didn't I tell you, kid, to travel light?"

"Oh, okay." Wuxi opened the zipper of his backpack and looked at the pile of extra things inside.

"Clap--"

Bottles and cans were scattered on the ground.

Wu'an's expression froze for a second.

what! Where do these things come from?

Wu Xie watched helplessly as the things he had packed were thrown away one by one by Wu Xi, and he jumped up and down in anger, but to no avail.

"unacceptable!"

Zhang Qiling's expression was incomprehensible, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

In the dense forest, they followed the captured guide and walked forward from early morning to night, without much rest along the way.

When Uncle San and the others were heading down to Luoyang, Wu Xi sat down on the ground and took a few tasteless bites of the compressed biscuits.

It's really not delicious.

The young master can't get used to this taste.

Wu Xie, who has been here before, said: It would be good if someone can eat with serious words.

After the thieves dug the hole, Wu Xie saw the little brother take out an injection needle and a plastic tube from his bag, and suddenly felt that something was fishy.

Needles and plastic tubes are not common items in the lower bucket. Why did I bring both of them just right?

A lot of things......

When I went back and read it again, I just felt that it couldn't stand up to scrutiny.

Wu Xie glanced at his hand. It was originally translucent, but now it has become lighter. I am afraid that it will disappear completely before long...

Maybe this is the last time.

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling with somewhat sad eyes.

He has told his little brother about many things in advance. Whether it can change in the future depends on when Zhang Qiling can remember those things...

When they arrived at the tomb where the coffin was parked, everyone else was looking at the foreigner lying in the coffin. Only Wu Xie was looking at the shadow on the wall.

Thinking secretly,

Why hasn't Fatty come yet?

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

In addition to the shadows of the five of them on the wall, a huge fat shadow slowly rose up far away from them.

Wu Xie looked around, trying to find where the fat man was hiding.

How could there be so many places for him to hide when his shadow was twice as big as theirs?

Wu Xie saw the person hiding behind the coffin in the corner at a glance. The fat man was putting an earthen pot on his head.

He really underestimated his head, so he took a small earthen jar and tried it on his head. Unfortunately, it got stuck halfway, so he had to forcefully pull it out and put on another one.

This one is okay, I can barely wear it.

"This damn fat guy is just trying to scare people." Wu Xie said with a smile.

At this time, Da Kui also noticed the shadow in the corner, Lala Wuxi's clothes, "Little Third Master, look at the shadow on the wall..."

Needless to say what happened next, Wu Xie covered his ears clearly.

After Da Kui pointed out the shadows of the five people on the wall to Wu Xi, he pointed to the shadow in the corner and asked stiffly: "Whose...is this?"

Wuxi: "!!!"

His eyes were as wide as bells, and he shouted: "There's a ghost, wow, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Wu Xie has perky ears.

Sigh: Young people have loud voices.

The fat man's threat didn't last long before Zhang Qiling illuminated him with a powerful light, revealing his true colors.

Wu Xie almost laughed out loud when he saw the fat man's two little evil eyes peeking out of the earthen jar.

The young fat man is really a living treasure.

The scene was very embarrassing and chaotic. When Zhang Qiling chased the fat man with the ancient black mirror sword, Wu Xie hurriedly followed.

He didn't believe that a mere rice dumpling could make him speak a "foreign language" and make him kneel down. He had killed not a hundred but dozens of thousand-year-old rice dumplings. How could he be afraid of this mere rice dumpling?

He wanted to see what the little brother was going to do.

But I only saw,

Zhang Qiling just ran a certain distance behind the fat man, and stopped when he saw that no one else was following him.

really!

Wu Xie secretly thought: The matter is indeed not that simple. The younger brother just wanted to get rid of them on purpose.

Just when Wu Xie thought Zhang Qiling would know some unique secret passage, he watched helplessly as the little brother returned the same way.

What the hell?

What do you mean?

The original tomb chamber had been plunged into darkness.

Wu Xie thought that it was Wu Xi, an unlucky kid, who believed the lies in his grandfather's notes and came up with the "courage training" trick...

Damn it, even though Wu Xi is himself, Wu Xie still wants to curse.

Silly!

Have you ever seen any Zongzi that is so reasonable? If you don’t go to him, he won’t come to you?

If you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

I bother!

It's a blessing for me to be alive.

(ps: It’s not that Wu Xie is lucky, it’s because our little brother is here.)