Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie hung up the phone and said to Fatty with a serious expression, "Fatty, the troublemakers are here."

Huh? Again?

The fat man was confused.

"Tian Nai, are you playing the story of the boy who cried wolf?"

Wu Xie didn't have time to explain and hurried back with the fat man.

Baoshishan Mountain was not far from his Wushan Residence. Wu Xie was familiar with the area, so he simply took the fat man and ran back through the mountain.

Halfway through the journey, he received another call.

"Hello? Hey, hold on, little guy. We'll be there in ten minutes or so." Wu Xie thought it was another call from Zhang Qiling, so he picked up the phone without even looking at it and spoke quickly.

"Young Master San!" Wu Xie was surprised to find that the voice on the phone was Erjing's. He looked at the caller ID and it was indeed Erjing.

Not knowing why the other party suddenly called at this time, Wu Xie's pace of running on the mountain slowed down. The fat man had a lot of inertia and failed to brake. He rushed past Wu Xie and ran forward for more than ten meters before he stopped after hitting a rock wall.

Wu Xie listened to the noisy voice on the phone, frowned, and asked, "Is my second uncle moving?"

But Erjing cried, "Young Master San, please tell the mute Zhang to stop beating us. We are all family."

"What are you fighting for?" Wu Xie asked puzzledly.

Erjing must have turned on the speaker of his phone. The voice was farther away, and he said to the person on his end, "Dumb Zhang, it's the Third Master calling."

Is the little brother on his side?

Wu Xie said, "Hello?" "Brother?"

"Yes," Zhang Qiling responded quickly, "When will you be back?"

"It will be soon, stop fighting." Wu Xie said quickly and hung up the phone.

"Let's go, Fatty." Wu Xie greeted the fat man.

The fat man folded his arms across his chest, leaned against the stone wall and ignored him.

"Fatty?" Wu Xie shouted again, took two steps back, tilted his head to look at his expression, "Are you angry?"

"Can you not be so naive? You are already old, can you be calmer? Look, I, the fat guy, have my face broken!" The fat man said angrily, pointing at the little skin on his nose that was rubbed off.

"I didn't do it on purpose. It happened for a reason. Don't blame me. I'll apply medicine to you when we get home. Don't be angry, Fatty~" Wu Xie pulled the fat man's arm and said with a smile, "Let's go. My brother is waiting for us at home."

The fat man pushed him away, straightened his clothes, and spat at Wu Xie, "Disgusting! You called me Fatty too? Call me Brother Fatty!"

"Okay, Fatty plus me, we'll be the Fat Brothers." Wu Xie said, putting his arm around the fat man's neck.

From a distance, Wu Xie saw the young man standing at the door, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, watching the people coming in and out of Wushanju.

Looking at his silent back, Wu Xie discovered inexplicably that the young man seemed angry.

What are you angry about?

Are you angry that someone wants to empty Wushanju?

Wu Xie felt that the young man really regarded this place as his home.

As if sensing something, Zhang Qiling turned around and saw Wu Xie coming back. His originally serious expression relaxed, "You're back."

Wu Xie nodded, patted his shoulder, looked at the group of strangers crowded in the shop, moving things from his shop, frowned and shouted: "Erjing!"

"Hey!" Erjing responded in the crowd, quickly ran to Wu Xie, and shouted excitedly: "Little Third Master! You're back."

Wu Xie leaned his upper body back to keep a distance from Er Jing who suddenly rushed over. Looking at his embarrassed appearance, he asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

This was the first time Wu Xie saw Erjing so enthusiastic with a bruised face.

Erjing's face changed, and he quickly glanced at Zhang Qiling. His expression was self-evident, and he said with a pale face, "Mute Zhang doesn't remember me. No matter how I explain, he won't listen and just comes up and beats me up."

Wu Xie nodded, looked at his shop which was a mess because of them, and said, "It's not unfair. Even if I were here, I would not be able to resist doing it myself after seeing you guys like this."

"What are you doing? Did you get my consent before moving my things?" Wu Xie shouted.

The person who was originally moving things with his head down silently put down the things in his hands and looked at Erjing.

"Young Master San, please listen to my explanation." Erjing gestured to them to stay where they are, and pulled Wu Xie to a corner.

"Young Third Master, Second Master originally wanted you to stop getting involved in these underworld businesses. He wanted to sell the shop and use the money to open a new restaurant."

"You wish!" Wu Xie was furious, but Er Jing told him to calm down. "But I know I can't beat you, so I was planning to let it go. But didn't the sign of Wushanju fall down some time ago? Many people saw it at that time, and the news spread all over the street. When it reached my ears, people said all kinds of things, most of which were unpleasant. I brought people to rob your shop directly..."

Wu Xie also knew that the broken plaque was a natural disaster, but after all, he was responsible for not taking good care of the shop, so he listened to Er Jing patiently and asked, "Then what? I didn't look after my second uncle either."

Erjing looked embarrassed and said, "I was stopped by your father halfway on the way here."

"My dad?" Wu Xie was surprised.

"Brother Wu refused to let me confiscate your shop no matter what. He said that you and your friends lived here and he couldn't let you lose your home. I couldn't convince him, so I had to go back." Erjing briefly explained the whole story.

Wu Xie nodded. After all, this shop was the property left to his father by his grandfather. His father was too lazy to take care of it so he gave it to his third uncle, who then gave it to him. His father was not happy about this, so his second uncle really couldn't say anything.

He just didn't expect that his father would do this. The old man most wanted him to become a good man.

Wu Xie couldn't tell what he felt, so he asked, "Then why are you moving things now?"

Er Jing smiled and said, "Wu Shan Ju is your base camp after all. It is really unacceptable for it to be too shabby. If the house collapses one day...it will not look good. I will have someone come and redecorate it for you."

It had been a long time since I heard his nickname. Wu Xie still felt it was strange and asked curiously, "It's not a bad thing. Why didn't Second Uncle tell me in advance and let you..."

Got a good beating...

Wu Xie stopped talking in time, but Er Jing knew exactly what he wanted to say. Touching his swollen eyes, he said bitterly, "The Second Master is angry. He doesn't want to say it, and we can't say it either..."

Oh--

Wu Xie shrugged.

Anyway, I’m not the one getting beaten, so I don’t care.