"Why are you angry? This is not the case."
Xie Yiyu jumped down from the coffin board and patted it hard
"Brother, I helped you calm down."
The coffin was indeed settled, and the confusion between Zhang Qiling's brows and eyes became more intense.
He stared at Xie Yiyu for a while, then turned and left.
Xie Yiyu watched Zhang Qiling leave with a smile on his face.
Wu Xie's uncle and nephew still maintained their kneeling posture, Xie Yiyu raised his hand
"What are you doing kneeling down? You're all flat~"
After Wu Sansheng stood up, he glanced at the coffin behind Xie Yiyu and asked:
"Little brother, the things inside are so fierce, can you be shocked?"
"Princes, generals, and ministers sleep forever after death. They feel unwilling but have no choice but to do so. There is a reason why he is so angry."
"That......"
Wu Xie wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by Xie Yiyu
"I don't know, don't ask anything."
After walking halfway, he turned back and said to Pan Zi who was squatting in the big cauldron.
"You'd better come out quickly. If the master is unhappy, you will be in serious trouble."
Pan Zi only reacted after hearing this, dropped his belongings and jumped out of the cauldron.
Wu Sansheng hated that iron could not become steel, and scolded him in a low voice.
"I told you not to move around. If you follow me and you haven't seen anything, it will be a fucking embarrassment to me."
Pan Zi scratched his head in embarrassment, and Nuonuo said:
"Third Master, we haven't been open for eight months..."
Wu Sansheng glared at him and slapped Pan Zi on the head.
"Shut up! Don't you fucking understand? There is no need for you to shout."
Pan Zi's head was buried even lower. Wu Sansheng was out of breath and pointed at Pan Zi and scolded him.
"I will be tricked to death by you sooner or later."
Wu Xie felt helpless and funny, and kept following Xie Yiyu's back with his eyes.
This person is wanton and flamboyant. It seems that he is two completely different people from the stuffy oil bottle.
Shen Shen nagging.
He often says things that make people confused.
Could it be said that he is really a fortune teller?
And the string of tarnished cinnabar in his pocket, why did he give it to himself?
Wu Xie gradually became immersed in his own questions
"Hey! Wake up!"
Wu Xie suddenly came to his senses and found that his third uncle was calling him, looking like a fool.
"You can even get distracted even if you don't fucking do it. If you encounter any trap, you will be the first to die."
"Oh, Third Uncle, how can anything happen to me if I don't have you here?"
Wu Xie's ability to flatter horses was very useful to Wu Sansheng. As soon as he went back and forth, he was flattered to the sky.
"Okay, I guess you know your character, your third uncle, I used to..."
Seeing Wu Sansheng bragging about how he passed five levels and killed six generals, Wu Xie walked away. He had heard enough for so many years.
He didn't know how many versions of one version of the story his third uncle would tell him.
It was really hard to hear the truth from his third uncle's mouth.
"Third uncle, do you know who the fortune teller is?"
It took Wu Sansheng a while to realize that he was talking about Xie Yiyu.
"You don't even know his name, how can you tell that he is a fortune teller?"
"Don't you think, you can't be some outsider who can give us some pointers and help us defeat monsters and upgrade to gain experience."
Seeing that the more Wu Xie talked, the more he talked, Wu Sansheng immediately gave him a slap on the head.
"I asked you to come back to look at the shop and learn about the family culture. It's a damn good thing for you. You just sit in front of the computer and play games. What the hell do you think you are going to do?"
Wu Sansheng turned to Pan Zidao, who was shrinking his head sideways.
"Go back to Wushanju and unplug this guy's internet cable."
"Understood, Third Master."
Xie Yiyu naturally didn't care what they were arguing about, he only wanted to find the treasure.
His goal is much simpler than Wu Xie's, which is to dig for gold, collect money, and retreat.
Indispensable.
Turning a corner, Zhang Qiling leaned against the wall, half of his face hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"Hi~"
Xie Yiyu simply said hello and wanted to jump over him and leave, but was stopped.
The smell of money and copper was so close, but it couldn't go any further. Xie Yiyu fell ill.
"you......"
Unexpectedly, before the words were spoken, Xie Yiyu rolled to the ground, squirmed, rolled, and screamed in pain.
Zhang Qiling was at a loss for a while and wanted to step forward to see what caused his illness.
Xie Yiyu grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard, with a ferocious expression on his face.
"Why...why are you stopping me...I'm just a passerby with eight children to raise at home. Why are you stopping me from digging for gold to support my family!"
Zhang Qiling's tone softened, not knowing how to deal with such sick people.
"I have no idea.."
"You don't know?! How could you not know!"
Xie Yiyu messed up his hair and made extremely weird cries and laughter.
Zhang Qiling shoved the valuable things she had into his arms, and sure enough, Xie Yiyu stopped crying.
"If I had taken it out earlier, it would have been over. Look at you."
Xie Yiyu stood up leisurely, straightened his messed up hair, and then moved forward.
Zhang Qiling had never seen such a person before, and was extremely speechless.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly uttered two words:
"ill."
