My husband is a little brother [Grave Robber Notes]

I didn't know this person, so I replied truthfully: "I live here, but something happened to her a while ago, and she is still in a coma."

"What!" Wu Xie was startled, almost couldn't suppress her voice, and asked anxiously: "What happened to her, where is she now, take me to see!"

Agui was taken aback by his reaction, not only him, but also the people who followed Wu Xie.

Dumb sister took another look at him, a little surprised at his overreaction, but Wu Xie was in no mood to care about it at the moment.

Agui took them to the room where Ling Shuang was, and Wu Xie blocked the others from the door and went in alone.

When he closed the door, he saw Ling Shuang lying upright on the bed. He called her a few times, but when he didn't get a response, he became anxious and suddenly became a little depressed.

The little brother lost contact with the fat man, and he didn't tell her because he didn't want her to worry, but Ling Shuang also fell into a coma, and suddenly he was the only one left fighting alone among the four.

The high tension of the past few days has made him physically and mentally exhausted. Walking here, he suddenly feels as if he has aged several years, but he must stand up and continue walking, because there are still little brothers and fat people waiting for him to save him. When they fall, they really have no hope.

He sat on the small bench next to the bed for a long time, and his back began to feel numb before moving his body. The moment he stood up, his strength was fully stored.

He goes out.

Suddenly, a soft call came from behind.

"Lingling—"

He looked back abruptly, and found that Ling Shuang was showing signs of waking up.He went back and tried to wake her up: "Ling Shuang, Ling Shuang, wake up, something happened to my little brother!"

As soon as he wrote the last few words, Ling Shuang on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, stared wide-eyed, and muttered: "Something happened, little brother, something happened—"

Wu Xie was pleasantly surprised: "Ling Shuang, you finally woke up!"

Her vision gradually became clear, Ling Shuang looked along the source of the sound, and saw a familiar face with a little vicissitudes, she froze for a moment, and quickly recognized the person in front of her: "Third Uncle?"

Only then did Wu Xie remember the disguise on her face, so she lowered her voice and said to her, "It's me, Wu Xie."

She looked suspiciously at him and didn't speak. The voice was indeed Wu Xie's, but it didn't mean she couldn't pretend.

Wu Xie explained to her: "I don't have time to talk too much to you now. In short, I am my third uncle in the eyes of outsiders. There are a few people outside who I invited to trap the Lama in the face of my third uncle. Don't tear me apart."

Ling Shuang chose to believe him, nodded, and asked again: "But why did you pretend to be your third uncle, and you shouldn't be in Sichuan, why are you here?"

Wu Xie looked cautious: "The little brother lost contact with Fatty, and I have to gather a team to rescue them now."

Her heart tightened, "What! How could..."

She panicked, her mind went blank, and she really wanted to teleport to find them at this moment.

Seeing her in a mess, Wu Xie comforted her: "Don't panic, they just lost contact. With their abilities, nothing will happen, they just need our help."

Ling Shuang finally calmed down and asked him, "How should I cooperate with you?"

Wu Xie: "You rest first, I'll go out for a while, and come to me when the time comes. You just need to treat me as my third uncle, and get along with you according to your experience with the third uncle."

She nodded.

She was fine, so Wu Xie was relieved, opened the door and walked out.

Ling Shuang was absent-minded on the bed for a while, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, glanced at the bedside table while putting on his shoes, and suddenly found a letter, moved the teacup and took out the letter.

Written on the envelope: Ling Shuangshou

The letter was not sealed, so she opened the envelope, took out the paper inside, and read it.

The handwriting on the letter is familiar, and it belongs to the little brother, but it is obviously impossible for him to write it, so it is likely that Sishuang left it.

The letter said:

Shuang'er, I'm sorry, I'm leaving without saying goodbye.In fact, even if you are awake, I don't want to face the scene of parting. It may be the most appropriate to leave what I want to say to you on paper.

This kind of result is what I have thought a long time ago. Doing it again, I thought I could prevent some things from happening, but I just watched you and your past self go through it again.

What you and today's Zhang Qiling have experienced, and I watched from the perspective of a bystander, suddenly, my heart became quiet.

The day before I went back, that is, when I wrote, I didn't think about anything in my heart, only the memories between me and you were left.

Maybe you are right, in my world, "she" who belongs to me is waiting for me, and in your world, "he" is also watching you.

Regardless of whether there is "her" after I go back, I should keep the ten-year agreement until the end of my life.

Shuang'er, cherish Zhang Qiling in front of you, don't let him follow in my footsteps and wait for ten years, or even a lifetime.

Signed: Zhang Qiling ten years later

After reading the last word carefully, a tear slowly ran across the face and fell on the paper, which wetted the word "Ling" and gradually smudged away. The ink of the pen was swollen and blurred.

After staring at the letter for a long time, she carefully folded it and put it back into the envelope. Flames emerged from her fingertips and placed under the letter. The letter slowly became hot and burned, turning into a handful of light ashes.

She smiled, "It's time to let go, see you in ten years."

Accident

After she walked out of the room, she saw five or six people in the living room. Except for Pan Zi and A Gui, everyone else was very strange.Seeing her coming out, everyone turned their attention to her, with different expressions, more curious.

Pan Zi greeted her, and then introduced to several others: "This is the third master's friend, and I and the third master are also old acquaintances, so the third master was entrusted by the third master to take care of my sister."

This also prevaricates why Wu Sansheng cared so much about Ling Shuang just now, one of the thin eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys smiled strangely and said: "It turns out that she is the woman of the third master, and my niece is still pregnant. Grandpa cared so much, I thought it was Sanye's concubine."

This person talked to a third master, but he didn't respect him at all, his words were harsh, the dumb sister gave him a cold look, her face seemed not very good-looking.

Pan Zi was already angry, but it was not easy to gather a few people this time. He didn't want to turn his face before going down, so he swallowed his anger, but his face was almost green, and his tone was stiff: "Foreskin, she is not the woman of the third master, let alone the third Damn, do you dare to talk nonsense when the third master is not here?"

Baopi looked fearless, but he didn't speak any more.

Ling Shuang observed them secretly, and didn't understand the situation for a while. She knew that Wu Xie had been disguised as Wu Sansheng for a while, but she didn't know the details when it started.

Now it seems that Wu Xie had to do this because of an accident between the little brother and the fat man. Pan Zi must have known about this. Otherwise, with Pan Zi's familiarity with Wu Sanxing, Wu Xie would have been exposed long ago.

"Master Pan, where's the third uncle?" She asked Pan Zi.

Pan Zi pointed to another room with a closed door.

It just so happened that Wu Sansheng opened the door and walked out, hurriedly as if he had encountered something, followed a few steps behind by a foreigner with a white beard, it was Jude Kao, she couldn't help wondering why Jude Kao was here, what did he talk about with Wu Xie, Wu Xie so excited.

"Third Master, what happened?" Pan Zi asked.

Wu Xie shook his head at him, and said something in the tone of the third uncle, let them rest here, he has something to confirm, Pan Zi followed him.

When Wu Xie passed by Ling Shuang, she called her: "Ling Shuang, come with me."

She nodded and followed.

Go around the stream beside the village road and walk to the upper part of the village. There are many high-rise buildings and people there. The sky is getting darker, but there is still a strong smell of fireworks.

Before they walked in, they saw a lot of foreigners having fun from a distance. The round tables in the yard were filled with beer and side dishes, as if they had entered a night market.This place has been occupied by Jude Kao's people, and money can make ghosts turn mills.

Jude Kao led them around, entered a relatively quiet building on stilts, walked up the stairs, opened the door cloth, and saw two standing inside, one lying down, it couldn't be said to be one, a mass of unknown things on the bed.

"It's him." Jude Kao said to Wu Xie in broken Chinese.

Wu Xie went to the bed and looked carefully at the man who brought out the little brother's knife. His whole body was festered and nothing was intact. His eyes were open and he was numb, but he was obviously conscious.

"How did this happen?" Pan Zi asked.

Jude Kao said slowly: "I sent seven people down, and he was the only one who came out. He was fine when he came out. He started to have a high fever three days later, and then he became like this. He brought out the knife. He told Me, he entered the depths of the stone path. When he encountered a corpse with a knife, he separated from the others. The others continued to go in. He brought out the knife to treat me. As a result, the person who continued to go deep never came back. "

Wu Xie asked, "What happened to his body?"

The doctor wearing glasses shook his head: "I don't know, I can only say that his body is melting into a strange liquid, starting from the inside." He poked the man's arm with a needle, and the hole in the depression The skin broke immediately, and a stream of black liquid flowed out from it.

Ling Shuang felt a little nauseous for a moment. It was about the little brother and the fat man. She suppressed the nausea and went forward to check a few places. The matter was a little tricky.

"How is it?" Wu Xie asked her.

She shook her head and said: "It's hopeless, I still have one breath left, but this person is definitely not a little brother or a fat man. If you have any questions, please ask quickly, he is running out of time."

Hearing what she said, Wu Xie felt a lot more relaxed. He turned his gaze to the person on the bed. He was also looking at Wu Xie. Wu Xie approached him and asked a few questions, such as what does the owner of the knife look like, and whether he has any characteristics. Fingers are not a specialty.

He didn't respond, probably not