Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Those dancing shadows are not afraid, nor do they want to attack, they are having a carnival...

Celebrating that I can finally rest in peace...

One shadow after another disappears.

I don’t know whose greed, anger and ignorance I used to be.

But now, they are no longer bound by the Requiem Bell and can rest in peace.

This is a natural rule when people die and their shadows disperse. How many of them who were forcibly gathered together did evil voluntarily?

After a while, these frightening ghost figures disappeared out of thin air.

Only one remains.

The younger brother walked up to the ghost who was sitting slumped and said softly: "Senior, the Zhang family has declined. It won't be long before this family that has been around for thousands of years will disappear. Have you calmed down?"

The ghost looked at him blankly.

Pointing at my brother, and then at myself, as if asking, do you know me?

"Not just me, everyone who comes here knows that the most outstanding utensils of the Zhang family for hundreds of years are buried here." The younger brother asked softly: "There is no so-called exit at all, is there? This Sizhou City is made of copper and iron walls. It will trap everyone who comes in, and that underground river...if I’m not mistaken, it’s just an illusion created by the Requiem Bell, right?”

“This huge cage traps you and everyone who wants to come in.

Anyone who can escape from here alive is because you let them out on purpose, right? Ancient books only mentioned that some people came out alive, but no one mentioned a word about how they came out or where they found their way out. I guess it's because even they themselves didn't know...

You have done so much painstakingly just to attract more people to die? "

The ghost suddenly became excited, and moved his head towards the little brother, as if he wanted to eat the little brother, but in fact it was just him roaring silently.

I hate! I hate! I hate it——

He Zhang Qiling has a pure heart and has no desires and desires, but he hates it! Why can't he hate!

Why did the former head of the Zhang family have so much hatred, and the secret behind why he was buried in Sizhou City, I don't care. The purpose of his trip has been achieved.

Hexagonal Requiem Bell...

He got the clan leader's token.

"I don't know what he promised you in the first place to make you let me go so easily, but I think..." The little brother took out the water bag that suddenly disappeared and went to find it, "is this it?"

This water bag was brought by Wu Xie before. They didn't have much food. The younger brother clearly remembered that the water in this water bag had been drunk long ago, but now it was bulging.

There's blood inside...

It’s Wu Xie’s blood…

It's ironic, obviously he was inseparable from Wu Xie on the road, but he didn't know when Wu Xie did so many things behind his back.

"Whether you live forever in an unknown way, or die happily in this world, you can choose for yourself."

"He taught me that being forgotten is the real death of a person. The deeds of our predecessors have been passed down by word of mouth. After you, no one can come close to you."

The younger brother took two steps back and bowed solemnly to the ghost, "Sir, sleep in peace..."

"Farewell."

Naturally, the little brother would not forget the several people lying on the ground. He walked over and kicked one of them to wake them up.

Treating everyone equally, Xiaocui woke up after being kicked, looked at the shoe prints on her clothes, and looked at her brother accusingly, "My clothes are all dirty!"

The younger brother ignored her and said, "Let's go."

Da Liu looked at the empty stone room in confusion, "They have all disappeared...can we go?"

"The mission is completed, can we get out alive!?" Da Liu reacted and laughed happily.

Haike patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be too happy too early. There is still a long way to go."

Until they left, the ghost figure sitting quietly against the sarcophagus did not move at all.

Until leaving...

The little brother didn't even ask the question that was lingering in his mind and on his lips.

Qi Yu's disappearance...

Is it because of death or...

Even if there is only a one in 10,000 chance of something happening, he will be too scared to take that step.

At least I can still have something to think about.

"Brother -" Haike came over quietly and asked: "How do you know that the ghost is the former Zhang Qiling? Have you heard about his deeds in my family? Tell me too. I'm curious. .”

"Have not heard."

"? Never heard of it?" Haike frowned, thinking that the younger brother didn't want to tell him, and said unhappily: "Why are you lying? I heard it all."

He is older than a few others and has rich experience. He naturally knows when to do what. A person with a firm heart will naturally not be deceived by the Requiem Bell.

He fell down softly on his own without the little brother taking action, and he listened to the conversation between the little brother and the ghost.

The younger brother glanced at him lightly, "How could I have heard of something you don't even know about?"

After saying nothing, Shi Shiran walked away, leaving Haike alone there muttering.

never heard of that......

without......

I rely on!

Haike reacted and opened his eyes in shock.

"Damn it, it turns out you were the one making this up, wasting my feelings."

Haike cursed and followed him, punching him in the chest, "Okay, you, with such a deceptive face, are talking nonsense."

"I don't know how many little girls I can charm in the future."

The younger brother was non-committal. Naturally, the Zhang family kept silent about these difficult secrets.

But his worried uncle was afraid that he would be in danger, and wanted to tell him all the details like a bean.

By chance, he found the box full of paper left by Wu Xie. The densely written letter paper was full of Wu Xie's reluctance to leave him.

I don’t know how someone who couldn’t even get out of bed on such a cold day left so much writing while he was away.

But the "future things" written on the paper one after another,

Despite repeated orders not to let him come to get the requiem bell, didn't he still come?

Crisis and opportunity coexist, and he has no desire to change history by opportunism.

Because he is also afraid...

I'm afraid that if this fate is slightly different, I won't be able to meet Wu Xie.

Wu Xie may have taken these things into consideration, so he did not give him the thing directly. Instead, he buried it deep under the peach blossom tree in the yard and left the choice to fate.

Resignation.

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The ghost figure, who had been sitting there, moved his fingers slightly, grabbed the water bag and stood up unsteadily.

Pushing aside the heavy coffin boards behind him.

The body lying inside showed no signs of decay.

The exposed face is young and handsome, and the golden armor is worn on the body, as if he will wake up in the next second.

"Boom~"

The ghost pulled out the stopper on the water bag, and the blood poured down, falling on the fair face of the person underneath...

.....

"Rumble..."

"Bang-bang-bang-"

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

"what happened?"

"What's going on here?"

The rustling stones fell, and the few people who had not yet walked out were staggered by the wave.

"This Sizhou City is going to collapse, let's leave quickly!" the little brother said quickly.

"Rumble..."

The collapse continued, and the ancient tomb was destroyed in an instant.

The few people who finally reached the ground discovered that a huge crack opened in the solid ground, and the ancient tomb sitting in it fell into the depths of the ground.

Da Liu: "How could this happen? We didn't do anything, so why did it collapse?"

Haike: "Don't worry about it, run away! Wait until the gap blocks the road, then we will definitely die!"

"go!"

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