Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Was Wu Xie’s Wushanju finally repaired?

The answer is yes.

But no money came out of his pocket...

As we all know, there are many typhoons in Zhejiang in summer.

After a night of violent storms, the long-awaited dawn finally came in the early morning.

Wu Xie put on his clothes and came out to get some fresh air when he saw Zhang Qiling squatting in front of a pile of broken wood. He asked curiously, "What's wrong, little brother? Where did the wood come from--"

and many more!

The texture, the color!

Why does it look so familiar?!

Wu Xie's voice stopped abruptly. His eyes widened in shock. He looked up at his empty plaque in panic, then looked down at the pile of fallen apart wood.

Look up, look down, look up, look down...

His head was shaking so hard that it left afterimages. Then he had to accept the fact that the plaque of his Wushanju was broken. This was simply like stepping on his face!

"Fat!"

Wu Xie let out a sharp explosion and shouted, "Get your weapons, someone is messing up the place!!!"

"Huh? Tian Zhen, here they come!" The fat man rushed out holding a toothbrush and a mop, and looked around. Where was the person who came to mess up the place?

Pedestrians on the street looked at them as if they were lunatics.

"Tian Zhen...where is the person who messed up the place?" the fat man asked, putting down the mop.

Wu Xie yelled, "Can you put on your pants before coming out?"

The fat man looked down at his bright red underwear, pointed at it and said, "Are you blind? Aren't I wearing it?"

"What's the difference between what you're doing and streaking?" Wu Xie pushed him in. "This is not a tomb. Be careful about your influence. We are all civilized people!"

"Haven't you seen that big red flag? Don't bring shame to our store." Wu Xie pointed at the flag hanging in the middle of the hall and said righteously.

The photos that were originally hung here have been put away by him.

This flag was given by the scenic area manager. I didn’t expect Wu Xie to actually hang it up.

Every time I see the words "law-abiding good citizen, advanced individual of Xihu Street - Wu Xie" written on the flag.

The fat man just wants to laugh.

Of course, the fat man burst into thunderous laughter the first second he saw the banner.

It's so fucking funny. The person who sent the banner is really a talented person.

The things they have done are enough to sentence them to life imprisonment, and yet someone still sent this thing to Wu Xie. It's so funny.

(Wu Xie: I think I am quite innocent, blinking innocently⊙_＜

Obey the law, you have to too~)

After finally pushing the fat man in, Wu Xie came out and squatted next to Zhang Qiling, asking him seriously: "Brother, did you see who did it?"

Zhang Qiling was silent for two seconds, as if he was thinking about how to tell Wu Xie about this.

"Wu Xie,"

Wu Xie leaned forward to listen carefully, and looked around vigilantly, feeling that there was some danger hidden in the dark that he didn't know about. He responded in full vigilance: "Well! Go ahead."

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes and said helplessly: "This was blown by the wind."

"Huh?!"Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Wu Xie opened his mouth in surprise, and his fingers circled between the fallen lattice, the broken plaque and the empty storefront. The anticlimactic ending left him feeling a bit disappointed.

"The wind... the wind?"

Zhang Qiling nodded affirmatively, "Typhoon."

Standing up on his knees, Zhang Qiling bent his two long fingers and tapped Wu Xie's forehead twice with the joints, just like he used his fingers to explore the way and find mechanisms in the tomb before. After two taps, he left, leaving Wu Xie with this mess.

He saw the pile of wood when he was about to get up for morning exercise, so he squatted down to take a look, still thinking about how to tell Wu Xie.

But now that he knows it, he doesn't have to worry about how to deal with the wood and hang up the new sign.

Wu Xie covered his forehead with his hands, supported his elbows on his knees, and squatted in front of the broken plaques with his head tilted. His eyes were dull and he looked full of doubt about his life.

Wu Xie didn’t know whether he should think about how to deal with this matter better, or think about... why did the young man knock on his forehead?

Do you think he's lost his mind?

The fat man quickly put on his pants and rushed out again, with a circle of white foam around his mouth. He spat out the toothbrush in his mouth and saw that only Wu Xie was there, and there was no sign of the young man. He asked, "Did the young man go to assassinate someone?"

Wu Xie sighed and stood up. Seeing that the fat man was still holding the mop, he waved his hand and said, "Go get a broom."

The fat man looked at Wu Xie disapprovingly with his small eyes: "This mop is better to use than a broom. It's long and strong, and it won't break easily when you hit someone."

Wu Xie opened his mouth, but there was too much noise and he was too tired to complain, so he simply went into the house to get a broom.

The fat man walked over to look at the pile of rotten wood on the ground that was swollen by water, and stroked his chin to think for a moment, who would be so bored as to throw garbage in front of their door? Especially such a conspicuous pile of wood.

Tsk, why does it look familiar?

Um.....

The fat man raised his head and glanced above the gate of Wushanju, where the plaque should have been hung.

Empty,

The fat man understood and burst out laughing.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha, so naive – I’m dying of laughter.”

Passersby were scared and retreated away.

"Hahahahaha..."

Wu Xie slapped the nylon bag on his face expressionlessly, "Stop talking nonsense and clean up this place."

The two men cleaned up the pile of wood. The fat man originally planned to throw it directly into the trash can, but Wu Xie thought about it. He was a bit nostalgic. After all, this plaque had been with him for so many years. He felt a bit reluctant to throw it away.

When his uncle built the shop for him, he used the best wood, the kind that didn't produce black smoke when burned. It would be a pity to just throw it away.

So he said to the fat man, "Take it to the backyard. Maybe it can be used after it is dried."

"You're so naive! When did you become more stingy than me?!"

Wu Xie sneered: "I'm stingy? Where's your private money? Take it out! Turn it in and confiscate it!!!"

The fat man covered his pocket and ignored him.

Wu Xie didn't really want to take his money, so he asked, "Do we have the money to order another golden nanmu plaque?"

The fat man was speechless, wondering why they were getting poorer and poorer. Where did all the money they had earned from tomb robbing go?

So I took the things back and put them aside, planning to spread them out to dry in the sun after the sun came out.

Wu Xie stood in front of the door with a headache, listening to the scenic area manager nagging for so long that Wushanju was a dangerous building! It was a dangerous building!

He studied architecture and knew clearly whether it was a dangerous building or not. He always thought they were talking nonsense. He didn't expect that human power is no match for natural disasters. He underestimated the power of a typhoon.

Now that they have the evidence against him, they can talk to him in his ear.

[○?｀Д′? ○]Annoying!