Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Two people lay on the bed, shoulders against shoulders, hands, backs of hands against backs of hands, almost hugging each other, but looking at each other without saying a word.

Zhang Qiling actually wanted to strike while the iron was hot and tell Wu Xie about going to see a doctor, but seeing that Wu Xie was now refusing to cooperate...

After thinking about it, he decided to just take it step by step. Anyway, he still had plenty of time to spend with Wu Xie in the future.

As long as he is here, there shouldn't be any big problems.

Although Zhang Qiling had no memory of the past, based on his interactions with Wu Xie during this period of time, he vaguely felt that Wu Xie had some psychological problems.

The occasional expressions of despair and pain were very different from his usual approachable appearance.

Like two completely different people.

Anyone who has seen Wu Xie's collapse should be able to easily judge this, but Wu Xie always hides and doesn't let others see...

Wu Xie usually looks like a man who is obviously quite old, but still looks like a middle school boy, a little silly, a little stupid, and a little cute, with the purest innocence of a teenager.

But occasionally, in the corners where no one could see, his pain, his despair, and his screaming in nightmares every time he woke up in the middle of the night...

His fear...

These complex emotions split Wu Xie's spirit and tore it apart, and in the end it seemed as if he became two completely different people.

Zhang Qiling felt heartbroken and at a loss as to what to do.

He had lost too many memories, and he had no idea how to comfort Wu Xie's wounded heart and heal the scar on his heart...

Until the appearance of Aquarius, things took a new turn.

If there is someone in this world who knows Wu Xie better than himself, that person must be Ping Bao.

He was supported by the memories of his past time with Wu Xie. In those little bits and pieces, the two of them were inseparable like conjoined twins. What could Wu Xie hide from him?

Wu Xie's heart was locked in an airtight cage. It was small, dark, and damp, without the light of the sun or the moon all year round. In the endless darkness, Wu Xie was the only one trapped inside.

Wu Xie walked into the cage that locked him, and the key to unlock it...

In Zhang Qiling's hands...

"What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?" At first, when Pingbao heard the noise of someone coming, he thought it was Wu Xie. He looked up with a little surprise, and saw that the person coming was Zhang Qiling. His head drooped heavily in disappointment, and he asked in a listless voice.

Zhang Qiling sighed, he was indeed just a child.

(Considering that the average life expectancy of the Zhang family is between 200 and 300 years old, Pingbao is still a child now)

"Is the wound bleeding again? Go home and re-bandage it." Zhang Qiling put the cotton coat he brought on Pingbao. As soon as he got close to him, he smelled a strong smell of blood on Pingbao and said.

"I hate you!" Pingbao pushed him away: "Go away! It's none of your business whether I live or die! You must wish I were dead! That way no one would compete with you for your brother.

Don't worry, I won't let you succeed, I'm fine!"

If these words were spoken by Wu Xie, or the fat man, or even by anyone else, Zhang Qiling would feel accustomed to it. This is a very normal thing and would not evoke too many emotions in him.

But when these words came out of Pingbao, that is, "himself", Zhang Qiling couldn't help but want to laugh.

Using this face and speaking such childish words made him feel a strong sense of incongruity, and he wondered, is this really himself?

Is it true that he would say such things?

"What are you laughing at?" Pingbao immediately noticed the barely perceptible smile in Zhang Qiling's eyes and asked with a frown.