Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

The terrifying army of Chi Gu masks was dealt with inexplicably. Lao Yang and Liang Shiye exchanged a glance, then looked at Wu Xie and Su Li, whose expressions remained completely normal, and suddenly they weren't afraid anymore...

With points continuously pouring in, Su Li squinted her eyes in a good mood and revealed a happy smile.

Wu Xie took off the lamp from his head and adjusted the focus so that the light could shine further.

Controlling the light in his hand to shine on the opposite cliff face, the wooden walkway spirals upwards along the cliff. Along the walkway, you can also see some caves, some man-made and some natural, which were probably used as resting places when the bronze tree was excavated.

"Shall we go over there?" Wu Xie asked.

Su Li nodded. "Okay, there's another wave over there. Let's go set up camp."

The pale tree trunk has returned to its original color, and the mask on it has been wrapped up and is heading to another world.

Amidst the horrified gazes of Lao Yang and Liang Shiye, Su Li summoned the companion vines.

The vines seemed to understand him perfectly. Without needing any further instructions, they had already thoughtfully and automatically built a green vine bridge between the bronze tree and the cliffside walkway, complete with handrails.

The bridge is quite sturdy; after all, considering the ghost ship incident, Renxiao Tengman is quite skilled at it. Now, when people walk on it, apart from a slight sway, it's practically like walking on flat ground.

The moment his feet touched the plank road, Liang Shiye, who had been climbing trees for hours, was almost moved to tears. This feeling of being grounded was so wonderful!

Not far from where they stepped onto the plank road, there was a cave of about ten square meters, which was where they planned to rest and set up camp for the day.

Wu Xie carefully inspected the cave and, after confirming that there was no danger, the group entered the cave.

Before the group could even remove their backpacks, the rustling sound of sharp claws scraping against each other rang out again, as if they had already reached the outside of the cave.

Here it comes, here it comes, the little dragon-like creature is here...

Wu Xie seemed oblivious to the commotion. He found the flattest spot in the cave, set up a small stool, and started pulling out a windproof stove, a small copper pot, hot pot base, lamb rolls… He even pulled out a basket of fresh, tender vegetable platters?!

When we were climbing the tree before, Ali said we wanted to find a place to have hot pot, so this is it.

True tourist-style tomb raiding...

As for Zurich...

The child, annoyed that the dragons were crawling too slowly, was using a net to rummage around at the entrance of the hole. Fisherman Li's skin is available for the second time.

Liang Shiye and Lao Yang put down their backpacks and moved closer to Wu Xie to watch him add ingredients and water to the pot, but their eyes couldn't help but peek towards the cave entrance.

Look at that kid's back as he's making those huddling motions, what is he fumbling for?

The pot that Wu Xie prepared wasn't very big, but in no time, a spicy and domineering aroma spread throughout the cave.

Just as Su Li was getting into the swing of things, she smelled the odor and immediately abandoned her work of retrieving the dragon-like creature, then happily went back to wait for dinner.

As for these dragon-like insects... the system obediently took over...

Points, points, love points!!!

……

After eating and drinking his fill and tidying himself up, Wu Xie glanced at his watch; it was almost 10 p.m.

The amount of exercise they did today was enormous. Liang Shiye and Lao Yang each had a sleeping bag and immediately fell asleep, already snoring.

Su Li was half-nested in the sleeping bag, but her head was propped up against Wu Xie. Her hands were clicking away on the keypad of her phone, the black and white Tetris blocks on the screen stacking, disappearing, stacking, and disappearing again...

Wu Xie had been watching from the sidelines for almost ten minutes, and the highest score kept refreshing, showing no sign of the game ending.

"It's time for you to sleep, Ali." Wu Xie poked the little boy's tuft of hair sticking up after he untied his ponytail and still hardened his heart to remind him.

Fortunately, the child was well-behaved. Upon hearing this, he ignored the long string of scores, exited the game, and turned off his phone.

Besides the sleeping bags, there were also thick blankets underneath them, so it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Su Li applied a cleaning spell to the two of them and then lay down comfortably.

The entrance to the cave was covered with a layer of fine, dense green vines, as if a carpet had been laid out in front of their house, so they did not arrange for anyone to keep watch at night.

Inside the cave, only the miner's lamp, dimly lit to its lowest setting, provided a soft glimmer of light as he was wedged in a crevice.

"Little naiveté."

"Ok?"

"I can not sleep."

"..." The child who usually falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow says he can't sleep?

"Tell me a story."

"Um, what do you want to hear?"

What kind of person is Lao Yang's mother?

what kind of person?

Wu Xie thought about it carefully.

"Aunt Jie is a very kind and gentle person. She is very beautiful, although she doesn't dress herself up much. Aunt Jie cooks very well and is also very good at sewing. She made all of Lao Yang's clothes when he was a child. Sometimes..."

In the quiet cave, Wu Xie softly spoke of Aunt Jie from his childhood memories, while Lao Yang, who should have been asleep, nestled in his sleeping bag and silently closed his tear-filled eyes.

"Little naiveté..."

Wu Xie, who had been talking about Aunt Jie and how he almost took Wu Sansheng's treasured dragon-patterned porcelain jar to raise crickets, was interrupted by Su Li.

"You said that Lao Yang was materialized from the bronze tree, so... is the bronze tree Lao Yang's mother?"

Wuxie: ...

? ? ? ? ?

Wu Xie's expression went blank for a moment.

Q: The original Lao Yang is dead. Before he died, due to his obsession and the magical power of the Bronze Tree, he materialized a fake Lao Yang who inherited all the memories and emotions of the original. So, is this fake Lao Yang considered the child of the Bronze Tree?

Feeling like his pig brain was overloaded, Wuxie rubbed his head in pain and was about to speak.

"If the bronze tree is considered Lao Yang's mother, does that mean the bronze tree is equivalent to Aunt Jie?"

What is the bronze tree equivalent to?

What equals Aunt Jie?

What does "bronze tree" mean, Auntie?

"If the bronze tree is like Aunt Jie's words, then Lao Yang living here is also considered to be staying by his mother's side forever."

Wu Xie quickly covered Su Li's mouth, then cautiously peeked at Lao Yang sleeping on the other side. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no movement there.

"Stop stabbing me in the back, go to sleep."

"Oh……"

Su Li secretly gave a mischievous smile, obediently closed her eyes, and the little girl who had just been saying she couldn't sleep and kept chattering away fell asleep within minutes, with occasional soft snores coming from her.

Looks like it's not like it's not tiring after all...

Wu Xie closed his eyes as he thought about it, but...

Aunt Jie...

Bronze Tree...

Aunt Jie...

Bronze Tree...

The bronze tree is like Aunt Jie...

Ali's imagination is toxic! What's he going to do now that his mind is full of Aunt Jie and the bronze tree?