Tomb Robber: Oops, I think I met a tomb robber.

As he walked towards the village, he was thinking about the two people behind him.

Qiuyue, the gorgeous beauty whom he had caught a glimpse of twenty years ago, the little beauty who was reported missing on the day he left, the first object of his affection whom he still couldn't help but think of today, was still young and beautiful after being missing for twenty years, and seemed to have immortality. She was in Kyoto before she disappeared, but now she appeared in Guangxi, and even lost her memory.

The beggar-like man has an unknown appearance, is taciturn, highly alert, and walks silently. He is suspected to have super strong martial arts and needs to be tested. Someone in the team knows him and says he is a ghost, so we have to ask around.

Hei Xiazi pondered the whole journey and brought Qiuyue and the other person to a small house in the corner of the village. He pushed open the gate and walked in. "We're here, Xiaoyue'er. You can rest here first. There are things for washing up in the house. You can use the water in the big vat. When you run out, there's a stream behind the house. You can go there and get water directly. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen and make something. Although there's not much, it's enough for a meal."

He turned to look at Qiuyue and said, "Don't wander around here. The people in this village are not easy to get along with. I'll close the door later. Don't open it unless I come back."

After listening to his instructions, Qiuyue suddenly remembered something and whispered, "I, I have a small request..."

Hei Xiazi was stunned, as if he didn't expect Qiuyue to make a request, but he still said: "Xiaoyue, just say it directly. There is no need to be polite with me, a blind man."

Qiuyue raised her hand awkwardly and pointed at the person next to her. She lowered her voice and said, "He, he has no clothes. Can you lend him a set?"

When Hei Xia Zi heard this, he was a little suspicious that he had heard it wrongly: "What did you say? He has no clothes?"

He turned to look at A Kun next to Qiuyue, and this time he finally took a closer look at his clothes.

Because the cloak originally belonged to Qiuyue, it became much shorter when it was worn by A Kun, so Hei Xia Zi could immediately see his bare legs and feet.

When he saw the dirt and blood stains on it, Hei Xia Zi subconsciously reached out to lift the cloak on his body. A Kun almost took two steps back in an instant to avoid his hand, but because his movement was too big, the cloak was lifted up by itself. Hei Xia Zi took the opportunity to see inside through the gap in the cloak. When he saw that A Kun really had no clothes inside, Hei Xia Zi's eyes widened under his sunglasses.

"No, he went up to the mountains to become a savage, didn't he?"

Hei Xiazi looked at Qiuyue in disbelief. Qiuyue was so embarrassed that she turned her eyes away to avoid his sight and said, "It's not his idea. It was done by bad people. Just tell me whether you want to lend it to me or not."

"Okay, okay, lend it to me. I'll lend it to you."

Hei Xiazi's face twitched for a moment, and he said, "There are clothes in the house, Xiaoyue'er, just take them. Is there anything else you need?"

Qiuyue quickly shook her head and thanked him, "No more, that's all. Thank you, Black Glasses."

Black Blind Man pretended to be sad and said, "Xiao Yue'er really has forgotten me completely. She used to call me blind man, but now she has forgotten the old one and keeps calling me Black Glasses~"

Someone in the livestream room was so anxious that he almost crawled over to start the microphone: "You're bullshit! Xiaoyue'er has been calling you Black Glasses, but only the blind person is calling me! And you dare to imitate me and call me Xiaoyue'er, you shameless bastard!"

When Qiuyue heard the familiar tone of the blind man, she felt a little dazed. She remembered the blind man who came to her house. She subconsciously said, "I'm sorry, blind man, I didn't mean to do that. I..."

"Shh~ Xiaoyue, there's no need to apologize to me, the blind man. After all, we're all friends. It's okay if you forget me. There will be plenty of opportunities to get along with each other in the future~"

Hei Xiazi raised his finger and made a hushing sound to his lips, then grinned at Qiuyue. A Kun, who had been silent all the time, took two steps forward again, blocking Qiuyue behind him, staring at him as if warning him. Hei Xiazi was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

"Xiao Yue'er, your friend is quite wary of me."

Qiuyue hadn't expected that Zhang Qiling would be so wary of Hei Xiazi, and was even more touched that he would actually protect her. She couldn't help but raise her little hand and gently pat the back of his hand, comforting him, saying, "Brother, A Kun, it's okay, the blind man is not a bad person."

The blind man's eyes flickered slightly under his sunglasses, and the smile on his face widened. He said, "It's okay. With him protecting you like this, I can leave with peace of mind. Xiaoyue'er, I'm leaving first. You two stay here and open the door when I come back."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, then turned and walked out of the courtyard door, closing it behind him. Qiuyue then raised the hand that wasn't holding A Kun's and waved at him as well: "Okay, I got it. Goodbye, blind man."

"Goodbye, Xiaoyue~"

Hei Xia Zi's slightly rippling voice was isolated outside as the door closed, and suddenly only Qiuyue and A Kun were left in the yard.

Qiuyue pulled his hand and said, "Let's go and wash up first. You're all dirty now. Wash yourself clean before getting dressed."

After Hei Xia Zi left, his sharp eyes returned to calmness, and he was obediently pulled by her to the big water tank in the yard. Qiuyue asked him to wait here and went into the house to find what Hei Xia Zi said.

The room was very simple. Qiuyue immediately saw the basin and towel on the ground, the soap on the small chair next to it, and the cup, toothbrush and other things. Further in was a bedroom with a single bed. There were several pieces of Hei Xia Zi's clothes on the bed. I guess they were the clothes Hei Xia Zi had just mentioned.

Qiuyue didn't go to get clothes, but turned back outside to get a basin of water, soap and a towel, and helped him clean himself before putting on his clothes.

When the men in the live broadcast room saw this scene, their eyes widened and they started shouting frantically.

Hei Xia Zi: Group leader! Yunyun! Come out! Where have you been?! Tell Yue Er that there's something called the Whitening Talisman! No need to do it yourself!

Wu Lao Gou: Group owner! Group owner!

Chenpi: How can I let my sister serve others? Group leader, please come out!

Er Yuehong: Group leader!!

Zhang Hailou: Yue'er is our cherished baby, how could we let her do such a thing! Even if she were the patriarch from another time, this wouldn't be allowed! Group leader, come out now!

Zhang Jinshan: Group leader, where are you? I don’t believe you are not here!

Yunyun looked at the barrage of comments that were popping up crazily in the live broadcast room, whistling and slowly drifting away.

Ah, it's not here, it's not here, it's busy looking for the mastermind behind this.

Qiuyue had no idea that her every move was being watched. She put everything in a basin of water and carried it out. There was a small stool outside that she could sit on, so she didn't need to move another one.

"A-Kun, please sit on the stool and I'll wash your hair first."

Qiuyue pointed at the small stool, and A Kun sat on it obediently. He watched Qiuyue carry the basin of water to the big water tank, take out the things inside, and add water into the basin.

Qiuyue took the gourd ladle from the big water tank. She scooped the water from the tank into the basin one ladle at a time. She also did not forget to test the water temperature. The water temperature was a little cold, but it was okay. Fortunately, it was late summer, otherwise she would have to boil water before washing.

After scooping up the water, Qiuyue placed the basin next to him, raised her hand and patted him, saying, "A Kun, bend down. I'll wet your hair first, otherwise it will be difficult to wash."

He nodded obediently and bent down. Qiuyue took the gourd ladle and scooped up some water, reminding him, "I'm pouring some water. It might be a little cold. Remember to close your eyes and don't let the dirty water get into your eyes."

After saying this, Qiuyue poured the water in the gourd ladle on his head, but she did not pour it all at once. Instead, she started with a little bit and gradually increased the amount to allow him to adapt to the water temperature.

A Kun tensed up the moment the cold water hit the back of his head, but he quickly relaxed, closed his eyes, and felt the sensation coming from above his head.

Because his hair was really a mess, long and dirty, covered with dirt and blood, either stuck together or tangled into clumps, Qiuyue had to pour several buckets of water to make his hair completely wet, and the water flowing from his hair had completely changed color, either red or yellow, which looked terrible.

After his hair was completely wet, Qiuyue put down the gourd ladle, picked up the soap, wet it in water, and began to scrub his hair.

Because of her height, Qiuyue was standing. She lowered her head and looked at Zhang Qiling's messy hair. She took the soap and began to lather and wash it little by little. With the help of water, the soap quickly produced foam. The originally rough hair began to become slippery, and the dirt on it began to be washed away.

Qiuyue held the soap in one hand and lifted his hanging hair with the other hand. She scooped all the hair up and rubbed it all with soap. Then she put the soap on the ground aside and began to rub his hair with both hands. It was not until this time that she realized that there was sand mixed in his hair, which was rough to the touch when she rubbed it.

Qiuyue's once white and tender hands were now stained with dark red water and foam. The people watching in the live studio felt terribly distressed and wished they could come over and wash her. She was their cherished little girl, how could she do such a thing? Not even Zhang Qiling could allow it!

"A-Kun, if you think my grip is too strong, you have to tell me."

Qiuyue spoke softly, rubbing the top of his head with her fingertips to loosen the blood stains that were stuck on it, and then she bent down to pick up the gourd ladle and poured water on it again to wash away all the dirt.

A Kun still didn't speak, with his eyes closed, but his hands hanging at his sides had unconsciously clenched.

The soft little hands rubbed the top of his head bit by bit, without much force, as if massaging. A Kun pursed his lips unconsciously.

Qiuyue didn't hear his response and didn't care. After rubbing most of the dirt off his head, Qiuyue picked up the gourd ladle and scooped up water to wash it all away. When there was no water in the basin, she turned around and scooped from the water tank.

In order to clean it thoroughly, Qiuyue washed him back and forth four times, until the foam was white and the water was no longer black. Qiuyue stopped, put down the gourd ladle in her hand, and reached out to pick up a dry towel beside her, wrapped it around his hair and wiped it, saying, "A Kun, you can stand up straight now. Your hair is washed."

After hearing this, A Kun finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was that Qiuyue's originally white skirt was completely wet, as if it was splashed with a lot of dirty water. The originally moon-white color turned yellow and gray. He pursed his lips again.

He stood up straight, and Qiuyue raised her hand as well, still wiping his hair very carefully. When she felt it was almost done, she threw the towel into the basin, then conjured up a hairband and tied up his wet hair.

After washing his hair, Qiuyue looked at his face. His face was also dirty. Because of washing his hair, his hairline was clean, revealing a circle of his original skin color, which formed a strong contrast with the dark face below. Qiuyue couldn't help but burst out laughing, with curved eyebrows. A Kun raised his eyes and looked at her, not knowing why she was laughing.