Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

In the early morning, a breeze blew by with hot air, and the sun shone on the century-old trees, casting large shadows.

A man dressed as a storyteller walked into the Wing Chun Teahouse and sat down as soon as he entered.

He lifted his long gown and asked someone to order some tea.

This person was drinking tea, but he was looking around, and it was hard to tell what he wanted to do. Soon, someone sat down at the table next to him and started chattering.

"Hey, did you hear what happened?"

"What?"

"It's just that train......."

"What train? Do you want to take a train?"

"You! It's not... Oh... It's the train that came in last night... You really don't know?"

"Isn't this nonsense?! I've been asking you for a long time. If you knew, would I still ask?"

"Hehehehe...it was said that he just drove in last night, and that kid Gu Qingfeng was almost scared to death!"

“Is this true…?”

"Of course it's true! How could I lie to you? It is said that... even the Buddha came..."

"........."

The two people were chatting animatedly.

"Tsk, why are you stuttering? I'm hearing the crucial moment......"

“Ahahaha…”

"What?! You forgot???"

One of the two men stood up excitedly, slammed the table, and his face turned red.

"Keep your voice down! This is confidential information!"

When the people below saw that he was furious, they rushed to comfort him and pulled the man down. Little did they know that the man dressed as a storyteller at the next table heard everything.

The little episode between the two people did not attract the attention of others. Everyone was talking about their own things, but some words like "train" and "corpse" were mentioned.

"Bang!" The man who was standing sat down and slapped the teacup, splashing water all over half of the table.

"You can even forget this? Did you eat too much to make your brain go crazy?!"

The other person had sweat on his head and was groaning, while he pulled someone else to tell him to calm down.

The storyteller couldn't help it and coughed, which just happened to attract the attention of two people at the next table.

He drank his tea leisurely, pretending to be arrogant and waiting for others to ask him questions before he could answer them, waiting happily for them to ask him questions.

Unexpectedly, the two people next to him ignored him and just kept arguing among themselves.

"You know I have a bad memory..."

"The Buddha is here! That's a big deal. You told me you forgot. Did I invite you to tea for nothing?"

"Just forget it..."

"Cough cough cough..." The man was still wondering why no one came to ask him, and he coughed even louder. As a result, in the middle of the quarrel, the man turned around and gave him a blank look. He just thought that this man might be sick.

The man couldn't help it any longer, so he put down his teacup and sat down opposite the two of them.

"Gentlemen, I know."

The two people were having a great time arguing with each other, but when they saw a stranger sitting down, they immediately stopped and asked him in unison.

"What do you know?"

"Who are you?"

The storyteller's eyebrows twitched, but he instinctively endured it because of his strong desire to share.

"Trains. I know everything about them."

The two looked at each other. The man who first brought up the topic glanced at him. Looking at his friend's excited eyes, he curled his lips impatiently and said, "Then tell me, what do you know?"

"Oh, you've asked the right person. I asked Gu Qingfeng in person on the train last night. He told me this in person. Do you want to hear it?"

When the two men saw that he was putting on airs, they ordered another cup of tea and waited for him to speak.

"You said that the Buddha is here. If this is something important, will you not allow us to talk about it?"

"What do you care? Anyway, I just told you that if they want to catch us, we should catch both of us together!"

"snort........."

The storyteller ignored the two people whispering in their ears. He changed his posture, took out a folding fan, and started shaking it while speaking. His voice was not small, perhaps he just wanted to attract people to listen.

The people around him didn't speak as loudly as him, so they naturally came to see what he had to say. When they heard it, they found it really interesting, so they sat down next to him, and in the end a circle of people gathered around him.

"Bang, bang, bang... Gu Qingfeng was still squinting his eyes, feeling extremely sleepy. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a train running over the tracks outside. He immediately became alert. The train couldn't stop. Who would dare to drive in at this time? He was puzzled and was about to go out with the broken oil lamp. He had just touched the door handle when a gust of evil wind blew over and took him out directly, as if someone was pushing him from behind. When he turned around, the lights in the room went out..."

As the storyteller was talking, he felt something was wrong. Turning around, he saw the little boy who was leaning against the window to listen to the story out of curiosity.

When his eyes met the other person's flickering, black grape-like eyes, he was a little dazed.

The boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, was wearing a red dress embroidered with golden peony patterns. His long pure white hair was braided into a side braid that hung down by his neck. He had delicate eyebrows and eyes, and looked at people with a smile.

"Young Master?"

Jinnian was leaning on the window, his height was just right, and when he saw that he was recognized, he tilted his head and smiled.

"What's the matter? Go on?"

The storyteller didn't even break a sweat when so many people were staring at him, but when the young master looked at him, he began to tremble with nervousness. For a moment, he didn't want to tell the story anymore. If the Buddha knew about this... he would definitely think that he was leading the young master astray.

Jinnian saw that he didn't move for a long time, just staring at himself, and he looked unhappy. Jinnian touched his chin, was it because he didn't give money... From the story, it seemed that he had to pay, but he didn't bring his wallet today. He had been thinking of finding Chenpi to catch crabs, what should he do...

Jinnian hesitated for a while, then handed over a candy in his hand.

"Hmm, I only have one. I'll give it to you. Can you continue?"

The storyteller was stunned for a while, still hesitating whether to take it or not, then he took it subconsciously. As soon as he took the candy, the little boy in front of him happily lay down.

He turned his head and noticed that the people next to him had been waiting there for a long time, but he ignored them all. He was being stared at by Jinnian, and the corners of his mouth moved subconsciously, and he continued to speak slowly.

"............Gu Qingfeng raised the light and casually rubbed the car window with his sleeve. When the light shone in, he happened to meet the eyes of a man."

"He subconsciously looked to the side, and the carriage was full of dead bodies. He just felt that the eyes slowly turned to him when he looked at the corpse...."