Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie closed the book and gulped down a slightly cool drink to weaken the chill in his body.

The book records his life over more than ten years, as if someone was watching him all the time so that he could write these words.

No,

To be more precise, it was the worm in his stomach that knew even his unknown inner thoughts.

Wu Xie smiled and asked Zhang Qiling, who had been as quiet as a chicken, "Do you think the author of this book is the recorder of our lives, or the maker?"

This question is difficult to answer, even Zhang Qiling doesn’t know the answer.

Wu Xie didn't necessarily want to hear the answer. He was used to talking to himself. "When you say the ultimate, is it just a historian holding a pen?"

"Whatever he writes, that's what happens in this world."

Zhang Qiling: “No.”

"Okay," Wu Xie stood up, "We've rested enough, let's go too."

The two of them walked casually, going to where there were many people and joining in the fun.

"Hey," Wu Xie looked ahead in surprise, "Wu Shanju is over there."

Many people checked in and took photos here. Wu Xie learned from them that Wushanju is just a homestay.

A little disappointed, but still said: "Young man, stand here and I will take a picture of you."

"Um,"

Wu Xie stepped back a few steps, held up his phone to find the angle, and shouted, "Brother, look at the camera!"

For a moment, all the people who were originally standing nearby cosplaying as Zhang Qiling turned around and looked at Wu Xie.

When he saw that the person being photographed was not him, he turned back silently.

There are too many "Zhang Qiling"

"Brother, where are we staying tonight?" asked Wu Xie after he had eaten and drunk his fill.

Zhang Qiling silently took Wu Xie to the train station.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Wu Xie asked in confusion, "Are we going to sleep in the station lobby tonight?"

"Tomorrow is August 17th. Let's go to Changbai Mountain. There are more people there."

"Oh~ I remember now. I heard the group of girls discussing this during the day." Wu Xie touched his pockets. "I don't have an ID card. Can I pass the security check?"

"I have,"

Zhang Qiling turned and went in.

"Hey!?" Wu Xie hurriedly followed him, grabbed the back of his collar, and asked, "Why is my ID card here with you? Where did you get it?"

I’m afraid the only person who could catch Zhang Qiling like this is Wu Xie.

The train station is extremely busy today, it is almost dominated by a group of cosplayers, and there are few real passers-by to be seen.

Everyone who can gather here tonight is a family, and there are more family members who have already gone to Jilin in advance and are waiting for them.

This time, Jilin Tourism Group has really put in a lot of effort to catch up to this huge wealth.

The wealthy and powerful directly linked up with the whole country, specially set up trains from all over the country to Changbai, without stopping at any station in the middle, just to take these people home for the holiday...

Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie mingled among them and did not seem out of place at all.

Most people walking by are wearing similar clothes.

They all cosplay their favorite characters.

Every era has its own tide, although the Iron Triangle is rarely seen in today’s comic conventions.

But that group of fans are just old, not dead. At certain special times, the power they bring together is unprecedented.

Today,

Wu Xie is also a member of the cosplayers.

but,

He is cosplaying himself

"Wow, that guy is still wearing Tibetan robe in the middle of summer, isn't he afraid of getting heatstroke?" Wu Xie looked at the guy in Tibetan robe not far away in surprise, and said to Zhang Qiling beside him with great concern.

In just one day, he learned a lot about this circle. Just like the skins in the game, the same character will have different skins.

There were many enthusiastic children around.

This made Wu Xie unable to help but want to keep up with the times.

"Hey, I'm going to collect stamps with that guy. Wait for me." Wu Xie rushed over with his mobile phone and joined the queue.

The guy in the Tibetan robe was obviously very popular, and soon a long queue formed in the waiting hall.

Wu Xie stood obediently at the end of the line waiting to take a photo.

When it was almost his turn, Zhang Qiling, who could no longer tolerate it, pulled him away.

Our brother Da Zhang is certainly not the kind of person who would forcefully drag someone away by relying on the disparity in fighting power.

What he wanted was that Wu Xie would willingly discard that fake!

The real thing is right here, why would you take a photo with the fake one?

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"Young man, what's wrong with you?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling who was standing in front of him in surprise.

Zhang Qiling snatched Wu Xie's phone swiftly, turned it on and unlocked it, turned on the camera and took a photo of himself and Wu Xie, then returned the phone to Wu Xie and said calmly, "It's done."

"Ah?" Wu Xie reacted for a moment, then doubled over with laughter. "No, brother, I want to take a photo with the guy who's cosplaying you, not with you."

"Make way, it will be my turn soon, it will be quick, don't be impatient." Wu Xie stroked his fur.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips in annoyance, grabbed Wu Xie's wrist, and said, "Wu Xie,"

"Hmm?" Wu Xie tilted his head and looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Qiling placed Wu Xie's fair hand on his stomach and said calmly, "My stomach hurts..."

(Okay, okay! I didn’t expect you to be such a big brother)

Wu Xie exclaimed in surprise, "You have a stomachache?"

If it was a naive little kid, he would definitely believe it immediately and would nervously ask about the kid's well-being.

But our clever Evil Emperor immediately discovered something was wrong.

no,

What could be so awesome that it could give Zhang Qiling a stomachache?

Wu Xie pressed Zhang Qiling's belly in disbelief.

Um--

He didn't touch anything except his abdominal muscles...

"Didn't we have dinner together in the evening?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling suspiciously.

The other party did not feel guilty at all and said frankly: "I don't know."

I don't know, my stomach hurts...

It was Wu Xie's turn in the queue. Everyone was looking at him. It was not good for Wu Xie to keep blocking others, so he pulled Zhang Qiling and backed out.

She looked at him helplessly and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Zhang Qiling: =.= (innocent face)

I did not do anything.

"Do you want to go to the toilet because your stomach hurts?" Wu Xie asked with a wry smile.

Zhang Qiling's eyes flashed, and then he shook his head without hesitation, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Not even a second longer.

Wu Xie's hands were itching again. He pinched Zhang Qiling's fair face with his pale pink fingertips, pulled it to both sides, and whispered, "Idiot, why don't you just say it directly?"

“Always keeps people guessing…”

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