Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The fat man ignored him, motioned leisurely on the bed for a few times, and leaned against the headboard. Wu Xie was furious, but helpless.

He sat down on the chair feeling “wronged”, and couldn’t help muttering in his heart: “Fatty!”

The fat man squinted his eyes, picked up his phone, tapped a few times, dialed a number, and threw it to Wu Xie, saying, "Yes, you're welcome."

Wu Xie took it suspiciously, but when he saw the name displayed on the phone screen, he was stunned.

Pan...Panzi?

Wu Xie looked at the fat man in disbelief, "What's going on?"

The fat man waved his hand, indicating that he should answer the phone first.

The call was quickly connected, and Pan Zi's rough and hearty voice came from the small phone, "Hello? Fatty, is there any news about the Third Master?"

The familiar voice made Wu Xie feel as if he was frightened and he clenched his phone tightly.

"Fatty? Hello? Hello?" Pan Zi shouted several times without receiving a response, "Strange, is the signal bad?"

Before Pan Zi was about to hang up the phone, Wu Xie forced himself to speak: "Pan Zi..."

His voice was so soft that even the fat man was disgusted by his shyness, but Pan Zi heard it immediately and shouted in surprise: "Little Third Master? Little Third Master, is that you? You're back? Are you feeling well?"

"Everything is fine...everything is fine." Wu Xie stood up nervously, almost incoherent, his silk pajamas swaying with his steps.

This time when Wu Xie came back, he had gained a lot of weight, but he was still very thin...

Wu Xie felt that he had a lot to say to Pan Zi, but when the words came to his lips, he seemed to be mute and could not make any sound. Only the violent sound of his chest beating continuously came out.

"Young Master San? What's wrong? Did something happen?" Even through the phone, Pan Zi immediately noticed that something was wrong with Wu Xie, and asked worriedly, "Did the little brother not come back?"

Wu Xie paced nervously in the room, while the fat man lay on the bed and looked at him quietly. This made Wu Xie feel that he had nowhere to hide, and finally he hid in the bathroom.

"I'm back..." Wu Xie answered excitedly, his voice trembling. He should have been filled with joy, as he had dreamed of letting Pan Zi survive countless times, but when the moment came, he suddenly became nervous and at a loss.

"Pan Zi, I have something else to do. I'll call you later." Wu Xie said quickly and hung up the phone. Only then did he realize that there was a layer of sweat on his back. He leaned against the cold tiles of the bathroom and slowly slid down to the ground, staring blankly at the glaring incandescent light above his head.

It seems like I thought a lot, but also like I thought of nothing.

"Knock, knock, knock," the toilet door made two gentle clicks and then opened. When Wu Xie came in, he felt dizzy, as if he was stepping on cotton. He even forgot to lock the door. This was something that someone as cautious as him would not do.

The one who opened the door could only be the fat man. He opened the door a little, looked at the person lying on the ground, threw a pack of cigarettes to Wu Xie, and said, "You can only smoke two, no more, your body is not fully recovered yet..."

The fat man walked away muttering, and then Wu Xie heard the sound of the door closing. The fat man had left the bedroom and went to play with Wang Meng.

Wu Xie silently picked up the cigarette box on the ground, opened it, and saw that there was only one cigarette lying alone inside. He cursed in a low voice: "Fatty..."

How could he be so stingy?

Wu Xie licked his dry lips and said it would be a lie to say he didn't want to smoke.

Wisps of white smoke rose up, and the light of the toilet was dim in the smoke. Wu Xie pressed his head against the wall, his eyes closed, immersed in the stimulation brought by nicotine.

It only took Wu Xie a cigarette time to put out the cigarette butt on the ground and dial the number again.

"beep--"

The phone rang once before being picked up. It was obvious that the other party had been waiting in front of the phone, waiting for his call.

"Little Third Master."

"Yeah," Wu Xie responded and clenched his fists unconsciously. Pan Zi opposite him would never have thought that he was talking to him alone in the small toilet at this moment.

Wu Xie chatted with Pan Zi for a long time and asked him about his recent situation. When he heard that Pan Zi married an ordinary girl and had a lovely daughter, Wu Xie smiled happily and said, "I'll come to see you when I have time."

Pan Zi laughed heartily on the other end of the phone and said, "No need, I've already bought a ticket to Hangzhou."

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, "So sudden?"

"Just bought it." Pan Zi sighed and said, "Third Master is not here, I have to keep an eye on you for him..."

"I finally came back, how can I feel at ease if I don't see you?"

Like a worried elder.

Wu Xie felt his nose a little sour and he uttered "hmm" softly.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xie slowly stood up with the help of the wall, his legs were numb.

The cell phone he had put outside rang violently at this moment.

Wu Xie walked over and picked up the phone. It was a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Wu, the patient is missing!"

Wu Xie's breath was choked, and he felt dizzy. He held the corner of the table with his pale fingertips and asked, "Missing? How could he disappear when he was fine? When did he disappear?"

“No… I don’t know…” The other party was obviously frightened by Wu Xie’s sudden anger, and stammered: “The surveillance camera didn’t capture anything.”

"How on earth do you do anything when you don't even know that someone is awake?!"

Wu Xie rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance. How could he have forgotten that Zhang Qiling was a professional missing person? He should have tied him up with his belt earlier.

"Knock knock knock," there was a clear knock on the door.

Wu Xie turned his gaze towards the bedroom door, but then he felt something was wrong. The sound was coming from the wrong direction!

"Knock, buckle, buckle,"

This time Wu Xie heard clearly that someone was knocking on the wooden frame of the window.

"Who?" Wu Xie asked sternly.

No one responded, and the knocking continued. Sitting there and waiting to die was not Wu Xie's style. He pulled out the machete in the room and slowly approached the window.

The people outside the window seemed to sense danger. The knocking stopped for a moment, and then started again with greater force, alarming the fat man and Wang Meng downstairs.

"Little innocent! What are you doing upstairs?"

Although Wu Xie has been through many ups and downs outside, his small shop has remained the same over the years and is still in its shabby state.

He had never thought of renovating it. Every time after coming back from outside, Wu Xie liked to go back to this small shop and lie down, just like the unambitious young man he used to be.

The window was the most primitive small wooden window, covered with oil paper, which was very fragile. This was why Wu Xie did not make a big move directly. If the man outside really wanted to do something, he could smash the window to pieces with one palm.

The sound was silent for a while. Wu Xie held the machete in his hand and watched helplessly as someone poked a hole in his small window with a finger. An ink-black pupil looked in through the hole.

Like a sneaky thief -