Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

"Little brother~little brother~" Qinghuai knelt next to the little brother. He grabbed the little brother's arm, his little face was full of worry.

"Da da da--"

"Is everything resolved?"

When San Sheng heard the sound, he turned his head and looked at the man. He patted his clothes lightly and said calmly: "Yeah! I'm sure they all fainted."

"Then let's do it!" That was a man who was very similar to Governor ? San Province. The difference was that compared to Governor ? San Province, his temperament seemed to be softer.

Qinghuai ran to his third uncle and looked at the extremely young third uncle in front of him. He wanted to grab the corner of his clothes, but he could only pass through nothingness. He felt aggrieved and said: "Third uncle, why are you..."

Qinghuai didn't understand what the third uncle was going to do. Why did he want to stun everyone? He looked at the other "third uncle" and suddenly remembered what Wen Jin said before, and he couldn't help but wonder: Is this person the other third uncle? It really seems like it! It’s not surprising that Xie admitted his mistake.

?San Sheng was silent for a long time, and his deep voice was full of anger that could not be concealed: "I don't know if Zhang Qiling is 'it', but I think he seems more like the one from the Zhang family. Maybe he is trustworthy." of."

'Third Uncle''s eyes fell on the cold face of the younger brother. He rubbed his brows and thought for a moment, and then said after a long time: "In that case, then give that thing to him!"

?San Sheng looked at the face that was very similar to his own, and said with a somewhat tentative tone: "Jun Yue came to see me some time ago."

'Third Uncle' frowned and asked Qisheng: "Why did that person come to you suddenly?"

?San Sheng lit a cigarette nonchalantly and said lightly: "For some life-extending medicine, it seems to be for the child."

'Third Uncle' suddenly understood, and said in a low voice: "It seems that we still underestimated the weight of that child in Junyue's heart."

? San Sheng was still biting the cigarette in his mouth, with indistinct emotions surging in his eyes. Then he held the cigarette between his slender fingers, the butt of the cigarette still burning with scarlet light.

? San Sheng said nothing, silently tilting his head back, with an invisible smile hanging on the corner of his mouth amid the smoke. He said slowly: "Let ? Xie and Qing Huai come closer! Maybe see In front of Qinghuai, Junyue will protect some evil spirits."

'Third Uncle' did not respond in a hurry. He moved his lips and finally said only one sentence: "In that case, I will also let Yuchen get closer to Qinghuai."

?The corners of San Sheng's eyes twitched, and he could see through his thoughts at a glance, Xi Yu said: "You are really an old fox, but this is fine. If you are gone, Yu Chen will not be easy. If this can make him It’s okay to live a better life, but I feel a little sorry for Qinghuai.”

'Third Uncle''s eyes were filled with a layer of frost, and he sneered coldly: "Ha...Jiumen is a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. All we can do is bear everything as much as possible to reduce the hardships of future generations. , and I hope our plan can succeed and end this as soon as possible."

? San Sheng’s expression was serious, as if he didn’t know what to say. After a moment, he said word by word: “Take out the things!”

'Third Uncle' reached out and took out an item wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket. When he unwrapped it, he found that it was a copper block about the size of his palm. It seemed to be made of ancient bronze. It had a strong bronze atmosphere over the years. The pattern is also vague.

Qinghuai looked at the copper block and felt that the pattern looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He thought hard and finally remembered that the pattern on it was very similar to the pattern on the Qingyun tree.

Qinghuai's little head was confused all of a sudden. There was too much information for him to think about. He didn't understand what the relationship between this copper block and Qingyun was? And why is it engraved with the pattern of the hibiscus tree? What does the conversation between the two third uncles mean?

In the blink of an eye, the two of them took out earplugs and put them in their ears. 'Third Uncle' picked up an iron piece and tapped it a few times on the ancient bronze. The clear and sweet sound carried a mysterious sound. The rhythm seems to be some kind of unique rhythm.

Qinghuai looked at the two people and muttered: "The two third uncles are so strange! Why are they playing music? And they play so ugly!"

After a while, 'Uncle San' stopped what he was doing, and the two looked at each other silently. San Sheng couldn't help but say, "Let's go."

'Third Uncle' lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment and then said: "Well, be careful, don't die."

? San Sheng seemed to be angry, and said angrily: "Don't worry, I will definitely live longer than those bastards, they are not dead, how can I give up!"

Hospital--

'Third Uncle' looked at the little brother lying on the hospital bed, put a wooden box in his hand, looked at it for a few times, then turned and left.

When the little brother woke up again, five days had passed. He looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but frown slightly. Where is this? Why am I here? Who am I?

The little brother inadvertently looked to his side. At this glance, he was sitting motionless like a log, staring blankly at Qinghuai who was lying beside the bed, and his heart was beating involuntarily.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the furry head. The familiar touch made his heart pause. He seemed to be deaf. He could no longer hear any sound except the violent heartbeat. He just stared blankly at the head. Familiar faces.

it's wired? It's obviously so familiar, but why...

"Qing...Huai..."

He subconsciously said the name, and the name exploded like a thunder in his mind. His eyes widened suddenly, and his body couldn't help but tremble. His chaotic thinking gradually calmed down because of the name, but the clearest thing was The feeling is the pain from the heart.

Qinghuai felt someone touching his head in a daze. He rubbed his eyes and saw his brother sitting on the bed without saying a word. His expression was a little dazed, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

"Brother, you're awake~" Qinghuai happily hugged her brother on tiptoes, tears quietly sliding down her cheeks.

The little brother subconsciously hugged him back, and his white hair was blown by the wind, brushing against his cheek and lips, and his warm breath and cool tears fell on his neck.

The little brother couldn't help but be stunned: Did he... cry?

The younger brother lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the person in his arms. This person was a bit short, barely reaching his shoulders. He was very thin and felt like he didn't have much flesh. But at this moment, the person's face was pressed against his chest, and his hands were tightly pressed together. She hugged his waist, and the fleshy touch in her palms made him feel very at ease.

The little brother's nose was wrapped in the delicious lotus fragrance. He put more force on his hand, as if he wanted to bury the whole person in his arms. He gently pressed his chin against the man's neck, although he couldn't see it. He couldn't see his expression, but listening to the broken crying in his ears, he felt deep distress in his heart. He also felt a pair of hands silently responding to him, hugging him tightly as well.

At this moment, I always felt as if I was embracing the whole world.

When he saw his little brother lying motionless on the hospital bed, Qinghuai felt that the whole world had gone dark. The pain of despair was so clear and heartbreaking that he was really scared...so scared...

Thinking of this, Qinghuai cried even harder, even to the point of extreme sadness, unable to make any sound, only tears flowing silently.

In a daze, Qinghuai felt his body being gently lifted off the ground. In the blink of an eye, he was sitting in his little brother's arms. He leaned on his chest and felt the solid heartbeat. He raised his head slightly. On the small face, a thin layer of crystal tears covered the red eyes, which was so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

The broken crying, intermittent, hit the little brother's heart hard. He gently wiped away Qinghuai's tears and coaxed softly: "Stop crying..."

Qinghuai tried hard not to cry, but the tears just fell down, and his thin back twitched violently from crying.

The little brother looked at the crying person in his arms, holding up his hands and looking a little helpless. His expression was full of confusion, as if he didn't understand why he was coaxing Qinghuai to cry even more.

Qinghuai's voice sounded like he was dying. He wiped his face casually, looked at his little brother Nuonuo and said, "Brother, please don't sleep for so long in the future, okay? I'm... very scared..."

"Okay." The little brother pulled the person into his arms and held him quietly. Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat gradually messing up the rhythm, he couldn't help but smile, although he couldn't think of anything. But he felt that Qinghuai must be very important to him.