Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 694 Hope for Life!

In a 24-hour teahouse owned by Wu Erbai, the sound of mahjong tiles could be heard from the next room.

"Little fatty, what happened to your back?"

Hu Ming took a sip of tea and grinned as he asked.

"Uh... get lost!"

The fat man knew his uncle was asking a question he already knew the answer to, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

After all, I'm getting older. It's not that I'm completely powerless, but I certainly can't compare to when I was younger.

Ignoring Yin Nanfeng's undisguised contempt

His eyes darted around, and the fat man rubbed his lower back, lost in thought.

Perhaps I should find an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor tomorrow to prescribe some medicine?
"Let's get down to business... Have you two been working in the fields these past few days? You smell of dirt on you, and even... um?"

Hu Ming chuckled, stopping there, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said solemnly, "There's a strong smell of rot and fermentation, and also the smell of hospital disinfectant?"

"...Holy crap?"

Wu Xie and Fatty were immediately shocked, and they looked at Hu Ming in disbelief.

They knew Hu Ming's five senses were exceptionally sharp, but that was almost a week ago, wasn't it?
During that time, the two of them took showers many times, how could they still smell it?
"A while ago, a small earthquake occurred in Hangzhou. The ground of a warehouse collapsed, and inside was an ancient tomb."

"The boss approached me and asked me to handle it. Fatty and I went down there and found that it was a musician's tomb that might be related to the legendary mysterious King of the South China Sea."

"The tombs are all hanging coffins, and the coffins are covered with red bowls on the ground to catch the coffin contents. You know what 'coffin contents' means, right?"

Wu Xie paused for a moment.

"Nonsense, of course I know. That matches up. The rotten, fermenting smell on you comes from the coffin dew. You spilled the coffin dew?"

"Go on."

Hu Ming subconsciously took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and Yin Nanfeng helped him light it.

"Oh, then, a small accident happened. The coffin was overturned, and the fog filled the air. I accidentally inhaled some of it, so I was sent to the hospital and stayed for two days."

That's exactly what happened.

Wu Xie briefly described his and Fatty's experiences from the previous period.

"...The musician's tomb of the King of the South China Sea...Your business scope doesn't even cover that area. It's unnecessary and impossible to suddenly research the traces of that country in the South China Sea, which is almost impossible to find in history."

"So, you're so sure it's the tomb of the musician of the King of the South Sea, there must be some evidence that Wu Sansheng contacted you?"

Hu Ming thought for a moment and said firmly.

"Uncle, you didn't actually conspire with that bastard Wu Sansheng, did you?"

"Damn it, it slipped away from the Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West and didn't even see Tianzhen. Then it inexplicably sent some messages. What does it mean?"

"Does he even know that Tianzhen's health is already failing? Why do he still have to make him go through all that trouble?"

The fat man clicked his tongue in disapproval. He already disliked Wu Sansheng, and now he was even more dissatisfied.

"This time it really wasn't me; Wu Sansheng didn't contact me, but he did contact Wu Erbai."

"In short, I've been paying attention to the matter of the King of the South Sea for a while now, and I've been looking for an opportunity, that's all."

"As for Wu Sansheng contacting you, Wu Xie, and providing you with some crucial clues..."

"Hey, nephew, I must say, the Wu family is really quite interesting."

“Back then, your third uncle lied to you in all sorts of ways, which is why you don’t trust him now. Your second uncle feels sorry for you and is unwilling to take any risks. Your third uncle doesn’t trust your second uncle to succeed, so he told you the crucial information…” As he spoke, Hu Ming suddenly laughed.

The way Wu Erbai, Wu Sansheng, and Wu Xie get along is quite interesting.

"You mean, my third uncle also told my second uncle some information? You've met my second uncle?"

Wu Xie astutely grasped the key point.

All I can say is that they are truly descendants of the Wu family, born to use their brains.

"Well, your third uncle probably wants your second uncle to pass on a message to you, asking you two to work together to investigate this King of the South Sea."

"Now it seems that your second uncle is indeed a typical Chinese parent. No matter how old his nephews and nieces are, they are still just children in their eyes, needing their careful care..."

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that your health condition makes your second uncle afraid to let you take any more risks."

Hu Ming explained casually.

"So, Uncle Ming, I wanted to ask you this at noon: what exactly are you planning to do at that place you've been so determined to go to?"

"Also, why is this being linked to Wu Xie again? He's sickly right now, is it really necessary for him to go?"

Yin Nanfeng asked at the opportune moment.

"Legend has it that the King of the South Sea built a Thunder City in a secret location, and that the Thunder City is said to possess a mysterious power to smooth over all regrets!"

Hu Ming looked at Wu Xie and said meaningfully.

"Smooth over all regrets? That's bullshit, this isn't a fantasy novel. Wait a minute!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie scoffed and was about to retort when he suddenly remembered something.

"Got it?"

"The world is never as simple as you think. You've encountered inexplicable and mysterious forces before."

"Could you have imagined that a single bronze tree branch could be used to embody the deepest obsessions in people's hearts, and even create flesh-and-blood human beings out of thin air?"

Hu Ming chuckled.

"Old Itch..."

Wu Xie finally remembered his childhood friend who had lost contact ten years ago and went far away to the other side of the ocean.

"And, to put it more directly, my eyes are capable of creating all things!"

Hu Ming's pupils stretched to a vertical, narrow shape.

"So, does Lei Cheng really possess a mysterious power capable of curing pulmonary fibrosis?"

"This is an incurable disease!"

Wu Xie's previously somewhat dejected eyes suddenly lit up.

He had already resigned himself to his fate and just wanted to enjoy his last few years.

But given the chance to live, how could he not be tempted?
No one can remain indifferent to death that is visible to the naked eye.

Hysteria and calm resignation are nothing more than despair in the face of inevitable death.

"That thing isn't a miracle cure, after all. It's probably impossible for it to completely cure your condition, but it's more than enough to significantly alleviate your symptoms and allow you to enjoy your later years in peace."

After carefully recalling Wu Xie's ending in the original novel, Hu Ming nodded with certainty.