Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"this......"

"where is it?"

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The sun rises and the sky begins to turn pale. Whether it is weekends or weekdays, the national famous tourist attraction - West Lake - is crowded with people.

It has been especially lively recently.

It was only around four or five o'clock, the sun had just risen, and the Broken Bridge was already full of tourists.

Take a look at the beautiful scenery of West Lake before the "main group" arrives.

Normally, those who come here so early in the morning to play should be elderly people, but the West Lake is very different today.

Most of the people standing on the bridge were young people, and they all seemed to be cast in the same mold, wearing similar clothes and black masks. They looked like a mysterious organization, checking in and taking photos by the West Lake in an organized and disciplined manner.

This was the scene Wu Xie saw when he opened his eyes.

I wondered in confusion: Is this West Lake? How did it change?

Give him a familiar yet strange feeling...

Wu Xie was sitting on an ordinary bench by the West Lake. Just as he sat there motionless, many people were secretly taking pictures of him in the corner.

"Ah ...

"That teacher is so authentic, I want to collect stamps with him!!!"

"Sister, you are not alone! I cried! You looked like you walked out of a painting. I wanted to lick you, but I was afraid of scaring the teacher. Woo woo woo woo, I am a pervert."

"The teacher is so well behaved, he seems easy to bully. Is he waiting for someone? Are his relatives or friends late?"

"I don't know. The teacher was left alone, and they wanted to kidnap him."

"Sister! Calm down! Calm down!"

Wu Xie had very good ears, and he heard every word of what was said, but...

Is he out of date?

Why didn't he understand what these people were saying?

The breeze of the summer morning blew across his cheeks, lifting the soft hair on his head, and Wu Xie heard a few more suppressed and very low screams.

"Ahhhh, don't stop me! I want to ask the teacher whose hair this is, it's so realistic and authentic!"

The other party really came.

"Hello, teacher, can I ask whose hair yours belongs to?" Wu Xie looked at the fashionably dressed girl in front of him, wondering what the "hair" she was talking about was.

I realized later that the topic these girls were discussing was actually him?

Wu Xie looked at his empty hands and said in confusion: "I don't have any hair. The hair grows on me. It's natural."

"Teacher, you are so cute." The girl covered her mouth and smiled.

Wu Xie was petrified.

If he had a child, he would probably be about the same age as this girl now.

Oh my God!

He is an old man, but he was praised as cute by such a young child?

This was really the first time that Granny Liu visited the Grand View Garden.

It's even more annoying than the nickname that Fatty gave him.

"Teacher, I want to ask about your wig. Which lady made it? It's so authentic. I really like this wig with the same texture as real hair." The Chinese woman who wants to be connected throughout her life has not forgotten her original intention even now.

"Uh..." Wu Xie was speechless. He grabbed his hair and said, "Although I am losing my hair, I haven't reached the point where I need to rely on wigs. These are all grown by myself."

"Ah? Is that so?" The girl sighed regretfully. She thought she had met a lady of the highest grade.

But she was not discouraged and quickly asked, "Then teacher, can I collect stamps?"

"Stamp collecting?" Wu Xie tilted his head in confusion, "What is that?"

When the girl saw him like this, she wondered if she was disturbing passers-by.

I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I thought it was a cosplay by the teacher. I'm sorry, I disturbed you, I'm sorry!"

The girl bowed and apologized, then trotted off.

Wu Xie: "..."

It doesn't have to be this way.

Wu Xie stood up and stretched his stiff hands and feet. He was a little confused about his current situation.

He was clearly in a sea of ​​fire the last second, so how come he was here the moment he opened his eyes?

There is no such scene in his memory. When did he travel to?

What the hell is going on with the bronze door?

Forget it. If you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it and go home to take a look.

Wu Xie identified the direction and slowly walked towards Gushan Road.

Along the way he saw many young men wearing blue hoodies with long knives on their backs.

Wu Xie:......

day!

Why are there so many fake guys?

Could it be that the Wang family has revived again and is trying to confuse his attention?

Isn’t this too clumsy?

How could he be bewitched by these fakes and look down on anyone?

but,

He just hasn't been back for a few days, where is his home?

Where did his antique shop go?

It was demolished?

Wu Xie stood stiffly in front of the building with white walls and black tiles. He could not believe that in just a few days, his home had been taken over by this building.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" A man in security uniform stopped him and asked politely.

Wu Xie almost clenched his fists. He needed to make an appointment to go back to his own home?

How can Wang Meng, this scumbag, take care of the house?

Deduct wages!

Wu Xie turned around, took out his cell phone and called Wang Meng.

Wang Meng did not answer the call until the ringtone ended and a sweet mechanical female voice sounded on the other end.

OK, OK,

You have become more capable!

The phone screen was swiped back to the main interface, and Wu Xie unconsciously glanced at the date on it.

Ok?

Is his cell phone broken?

So the time shows August 2025, 8?

Wasn't he setting off the explosives at 2025:8 on August 18? How did it suddenly come to ten years later?

Wu Xie walked slowly along the shore.

There were more and more people, and looking at the many people passing by him, Wu Xie began to re-examine them.

"Bro!"

Someone suddenly shouted, and Wu Xie looked around hurriedly as if in a state of excitement, trying to find that person.

But he could only see people playing the role of Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie didn’t know what these girls were doing. It looked like they were playing games?

"Brother, look here."

This time, Wu Xie heard the direction of the sound clearly and looked in the direction of it.

A fat man was holding a camera and taking pictures of the person in the hoodie. Next to him stood "Xiu Xiu" in a cheongsam, "Xiao Hua" in a pink shirt, "Blind Man" in sunglasses, and the remaining one should be "Wu Xie"...

Wu Xie looked at them alone.

Young people seem to call this cos?

What to cos?

Why pretend to be us?

Wu Xie thought strangely that this didn't seem to be the world he lived in.

Is it a parallel universe?

Listening to the conversations between people, Wu Xie also figured out some things.

It turns out that they are the protagonists of a book called "Grave Robbers' Chronicles"...

Is it true that our ups and downs in life are just a book? It is a life written by someone else...

Wu Xie thought sadly.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Since the ending was already determined, it seemed as if all his efforts over the years had been in vain.

"careful!"

"what!"

There were exclamations.

Wu Xie was thinking about these things in his mind, and unknowingly walked to the main road. Looking at the speeding cars, Wu Xie could have avoided them, but he hesitated to move.

"Wu Xie!"

In the chaotic crowd, Wu Xie suddenly heard a low shout clearly.

Bro!

This sound was made by the little brother!

Wu Xie looked up in surprise.

Excitedly yelled: "Brother, where are you?"

A person so fast that a shadow could be seen rushed out from the corner and ran quickly towards Wu Xie. Before the car was about to hit Wu Xie, he rolled onto the curb holding the person.

At the critical moment,

Wu Xie heard a sigh from the person on him.

finally......

Got you.

Wu Xie——