Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

I don’t know how long I slept, but suddenly Yuyan heard someone calling her.

She shook her head and opened her eyes. It was Hei Xia Zi who was calling her.

There was also a fat man next to him who was pouring water on Wu Xie to try to wake him up.

Well, compared to the Water-Splashing Festival over there, the way Hei Xiazi calls himself is much gentler.

"What's wrong?" Yuyan stood up and watched the children playing in the water running towards the shore. She immediately felt something was wrong. "What's going on? Could there be a Loch Ness Monster in this stream?!"

Hei Xiazi helplessly lifted Yu Yan's head up, so that her sight would shift from the water to the village not far away.

The smoke was curling up. Yuyan walked towards the shore and asked, "What's going on? Is this a hint that I should go back for dinner?"

The fat man slapped his thigh and cried out, "Ouch!" "This isn't a meal, this is a house on fire!"

Yuyan was just about to say, if it’s on fire, then it’s on fire. The villagers are not dead, why do you, an outsider, care about it?

But upon closer inspection, isn't that the direction where Zhang Qiling's stilt house is located?!

The bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger, and Yuyan hurriedly followed the child and rushed towards the fire.

Sure enough, it was Zhang Qiling’s stilt house.

Thick smoke continued to billow out of the house. The fire was so intense that the mountain behind it was also on fire.

Smelling the strong smell of kerosene in the air, Yuyan looked at the villagers who rushed from all directions to put out the forest fire with gloomy eyes.

How long had they been at the stream?

Even if it was struck by lightning several times, it wouldn't burn so quickly.

It was arson!

In an instant, Yuyan felt extremely angry.

Fortunately, they had taken away all the necessary information beforehand.

But in Yuyan's eyes, what was burning was not just a stilt house, but also Zhang Qiling's past.

Taking a deep breath, Yuyan suppressed the urge to burn down the entire village. She turned her back, unable to bear to watch the old house struggling in the fire, making crackling sounds.

"Be careful these days. The people who burned the house must have gone for the photos and information in the house. If we take them, we might be the next ones to be burned."

After saying this, the house behind Yuyan seemed to finally give up and collapsed.

Hei Xia Zi sighed and told the others to stop standing there and go back.

Well, there's no point just standing here.

Several people returned to Agui's house to clean up. Looking at Zhang Qiling who was sitting on the bed in silence, Yuyan opened her mouth but said nothing in the end.

After turning around and walking out, Yuyan looked at the green mountains in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the end, they went to find Wu Xie and Fatty who had taken the photos, and got them back.

Looking at Yuyan who had confiscated the photo, Wu Xie was obviously a little confused, "What's wrong, little aunt? We haven't studied it yet."

Yuyan just shook her head. "Don't study this photo anymore. Remember to set up some small traps in the room when you go to bed at night, so you don't sleep too deeply."

Now that they have been reminded to this point, if Wu Xie and Fatty still don’t understand, they would be fools.

After that, finding a guide went unexpectedly smoothly. Agui said that he had already made an appointment and we could just go to his house to find him tomorrow.

However, this old man has a strange temper. Agui told the old man that if they said they were government officials, the old man might be more proactive and prevent them from revealing the truth.

Because Fatty and Black Blind Man were obviously not fit to be government officials, no one started to act separately.

They first went to the fertilizer store to try to get some sulfuric acid to see if they could dissolve the "iron gourd".

The remaining three followed Agui to find the old hunter.

When they arrived at the place, they found that the old hunter had let them go. He went into the mountains last night and had not returned yet.

The old man's son was a little embarrassed. He said the old man was getting confused and had suddenly started to behave abnormally two years ago. He would go into the mountains without saying goodbye from time to time. He would not listen to anyone and would leave at any time, no matter how important the next day was.

But the old man's son pointed to the hunting rifle hanging on the wall and said soothingly: "It's okay, the hunting rifle is still hanging on the wall. He definitely didn't go hunting. He will be back soon."

As he was speaking, the old man's son invited everyone to sit inside the house.

As soon as I sat down, I heard someone outside the house ask in a Beijing accent, "Is Father Panma here?"

Yuyan didn't pay attention before coming here, but when this person called her like this, Yuyan always felt that the name sounded familiar.

Maybe she had heard someone called this name before, so Yuyan didn't think much about it and put the matter behind her.

Then, a short middle-aged man came in. He was fat and had big ears. He was neatly dressed and did not look like a manual laborer in the village at all.

While Panma's son was coming over to greet them, Agui introduced him to Yuyan and the other two, saying, "This is Panma's father's distant nephew. I heard he's a wealthy man."

Yuyan nodded, as long as it didn't affect their entry into the mountains.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man took the initiative to ask about them.

Half-believing and half-doubting, he walked up to the three people and asked, "Which unit are you from? I'm familiar with everyone in this town, so why haven't I seen you before?"

This was a rude question. Yuyan opened her eyes, raised the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, and looked the middle-aged man up and down.

Finally, he gave a formal smile and extended a hand, "We are from the province, and we want to interview Dad."

"From the provincial government?" Although the middle-aged man was still a little skeptical, Yuyan and the other two did look like they were from government agencies, especially Yuyan's aura, which seemed righteous and self-assured.

Finally, he just muttered something and said goodbye to Panma's son.

Before leaving, he also instructed Panma's son to persuade Panma more and sell any treasures he had.

Pan Ma's son breathed a sigh of relief as he watched him walk away. He smiled apologetically at Yu Yan and the others and said, "This is a distant relative of ours, a scoundrel who's been living in Beijing. We haven't been in touch with each other for a long time."

After saying that, he shook his head and said, "I don't know which boss he followed recently. He came to Guangxi to collect antiques and asked me to introduce him to people everywhere. He is so familiar and pretentious, and we dare not offend him."

Looking at Panma's son's bitter and resentful look, he was probably not lying.

But I was thinking about something else, so I asked, "From what he said, he's taken a fancy to something in your house and wants to take it away. Could it be that your family has some heirlooms?"

When this was mentioned, Yuyan felt that Panma's son's face turned bitter.

"I'm depressed when I think about this. My dad has a piece of scrap iron that he found in the mountains. He keeps it hidden away like a treasure. He always asked me to go to the county and ask if I could sell it to someone."

As he said this, Panma's son slapped his thigh, looking regretful.

"At the time I just thought he was crazy, but then some time ago that guy found out and actually found someone to buy it. But my dad got angry again and refused to sell it. That guy has been hiding in the ravine trying to persuade him the whole time, and it's getting so annoying."

Ah Gui laughed: "Can't you just steal it from your dad and exchange it for money? You won't get a cent when the government comes to collect it later!"

When these words came out, the regret on Panma's son's face was so intense that it could be written into a physical book. He looked like he wanted to slap himself twice.