Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

With her slightly chubby little face tilted up to look at Su Li, she forced a smile very seriously.

He saw that Xiao Lichu smiled like that and he thought it was very cute.

Su Li happily pinched the other's little cheek, then took out a pair of crystal-clear little ornaments.

The master of the wishing well is always responsive to requests; he can give you anything you want, and he made what he asked for in just two or three days.

Moreover, it's clear that a lot of thought went into this design; it's compact, not bulky, and aesthetically pleasing.

Xiao Liu looked blankly at the thing lying in Su Li's palm, but dared not touch it.

This thing looks really nice...

Seeing that the child was just looking at her with bright eyes but didn't reach out, Su Li pulled her closer and put the two little things that her senior brother had made into earrings on the child's ears.

After making sure it was on properly, he casually took the earplugs off Xiao Liu's ears.

Feeling a bit disoriented without the earplugs, Xiao Liu instinctively reached out to cover his ears, but then stopped abruptly, opening his eyes wide with a hint of surprise as he looked at Su Li.

How does it feel?

Xiao Liu touched the place where the earplugs should have been, and then touched the ear hooks hanging on his ears. The cool and refreshing feel was particularly comfortable.

"Very, very clear!!!" The child's surprised voice was filled with a hint of joy, and he seemed much more lively.

"I can hear it very clearly, and it feels very comfortable to my ears." He then shook his head to signal Su Li to look at him.

The delicate and small ear hooks fit securely on the child's ears, showing no signs of loosening no matter how much they are shaken.

There was no foreign object feeling in my ears, but the sound that entered my ears seemed to have been filtered out. Although it was clear, it was not harsh, as if something had isolated the noisy sounds.

This isolation is unlike earplugs or cotton balls, which can indiscriminately reduce all sounds entering the ear.

It was as if a filter had been installed in his ears, deleting meaningless noise and leaving only the sound he needed to hear, while also keeping the volume well controlled at a level that he found clear and not harsh.

Touching his still somewhat unfamiliar, empty ears, Xiao Liu's face flushed with excitement.

Su Li patted the other's head, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "Do you like it?"

"I like it, thank you, Brother Ali." The little radish head spoke in such a loud voice for the first time, looking at the tall and thin boy in front of him, his eyes seemed to be sparkling with stars.

The two little ones, still squatting by the wall, didn't seem to care much about the small gift their friend had received.

They all knew that Sang Sang had a hearing problem, and now that Brother Ali had probably solved it, they were just happy for their friend.

The two little ones, who were happy for their friend, looked at the small pendant that Xiao Liu had handed to them with delight and happily hung it around their necks.

Seeing the identical pendants around the necks of their two friends, the three smiled at each other, and their wonderful friendship seemed to have become even stronger.

Su Li imitated her master's mannerisms, putting her hands behind her back and looking inscrutable, perfectly mimicking her master's usual way of carrying water.

………………

In the old Wu family residence, in the courtyard belonging to Wu Sansheng.

Wu Sansheng and Xie Lianhuan stood under the eaves of the covered walkway, looking at the coffin that had just been pulled out of the secret room by several people, their expressions indescribable.

These little rascals...

Are they really serious?!

To be honest, when they heard the talk about using that person's ashes to set off fireworks, they really thought these little brats were just messing around.

but now……

This looks like they're preparing for a barbecue. Are you kidding me?

Wu Sansheng stroked the small mustache he had grown specifically to distinguish himself from Xie Lianhuan, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

Xie Lianhuan felt a headache coming on as he watched his upright and honest son get involved with this group of unruly and foolish people...

The key is that these one or two are so powerful that they're afraid of being targeted again if they even say a few extra words, let alone point fingers.

They're almost sick of copying that booklet every day; they really don't want anything else to be done.

I didn't realize it when I said it before, but now the more I copy it, the more I feel like I was out of my mind saying those things...

"A coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood, this thing's got something." Fatty Wang tapped the coffin in front of him and rubbed his hands together.

"Judging from the age of this coffin, the old man is not particular, actually taking up someone else's bed space."

The coffin is at least several hundred years old, yet it contains fillings that are only a few decades old. You can easily guess how it came to be.

As he spoke, Hei Xiazi drew his dagger and began to open the coffin.

Their goal is ashes; there's no need to use such high-quality Phoebe zhennan wood to bury this old man.

When the well-preserved body was pulled from the coffin and placed on the iron rack, the two people still in the corridor were already considering the feasibility of asking their mother (aunt) to intervene.

Old Mrs. Wu, who had just arranged to play mahjong with some old friends at Wu's Teahouse, thought: "Those two unfilial sons, don't even come near me! Just seeing those two identical old faces makes my eyes hurt..."

When I get Alzheimer's in the future, I hope I won't think I gave birth to twins...

Why does it feel a little creepy...?

As the temperature in the courtyard gradually rose, Panzi walked in from outside.

First, I saw the two who insisted on joining in the fun, not afraid of being punished by the Third Master again. Then I saw the other gentlemen barbecuing in the yard... no, burning people for fun.

Who to report to first... This is a very difficult decision.

Pan Zi hadn't been turned against his own Third Master; his heart still belonged to the two Third Masters. But... if he reported to the others first, he was afraid the Third Master would punish them again.

Ah! This is so difficult, it's so hard to choose!!!

Jie Lianhuan, however, happened to turn around and see Pan Zi's conflicted face. He thought of something, and immediately turned around and dragged Wu Sansheng back to the study.

With Wu Xie's bizarre thought process, does he really think he can gamble that he'll be in a good mood today and have a change of heart and not cause them any trouble?

He didn't want to gamble at all; there was no benefit in winning and only suffering in losing.

That was real suffering, without a trace of fakery...

Pan Zi breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two figures walk away, finally able to run off to report the situation to Young Master San and the others without any hesitation.

"Young Master, Magan'er and the others have sent word that they have returned from Gutongjing."

Despite the pressure of being watched by various parties, Ma Gan'er and his companions stayed in the desert for almost a month, hoping to get the promises Wu Xie made.

These past two days, they've been traveling a long way, sneaking around in a few deliberately wrecked vans.

How dilapidated are these vans?

It was so dilapidated that if those who were tailing it had a little patience and followed it for a couple of days, they could see the metal box hidden inside the car by a tarpaulin.