Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

Ah Ning ignored the two big men groaning on the ground. In her opinion, one was fat and the other was a fragile expert, so it was normal that their physical fitness was inferior to hers. She hadn't suffered for nothing during her training since childhood.

To her surprise, the two boys squatted together chatting as if nothing had happened.

Although the younger one seemed to have some strange abilities according to his subordinates, the two of them together were able to save him from the dangerous ghost ship.

However, it is human nature to judge by appearances, and without seeing them in person, she always regarded them as weaklings.

Now it seems she really needs to change her mind.

"What is this?" Ah Ning suddenly frowned and asked, looking at a string of footprints on the ground.

“Footprints, aren’t they obvious?” Wu Xie was examining the small bead Su Li had given him. The bead was about the size of a little finger, crystal clear, and it looked like there was a small fish swimming inside. Hearing A Ning’s words, he replied without even looking up.

"What what what?" Upon hearing that something was wrong, Fatty Wang nimbly scrambled to his feet, showing no trace of the pain he had just been writhing in agony.

The fake bald guy didn't follow immediately. He actually stayed in the water for a while before slowly getting up. He didn't have any of the vigor of Fatty Wang and weakly followed the two of them.

Su Li: Is Brother Zhang not planning to reveal his true identity? His persona is so well-developed, won't it be awkward later?

“I think you need to come and take another look,” Ah Ning said.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie realized that he might have missed some details, so he quickly got up and went to A Ning's side. Upon closer inspection, he could indeed see that something was wrong.

He hadn't looked closely when he looked around because the dizziness had just subsided. Now, however, he noticed that something else seemed to have mixed in with the messy footprints.

Among this pile of large footprints, some over forty yards long, there was one particularly small footprint. It looked like it belonged to a small child; the size of the footprint was at most three years old.

These tiny footprints were mixed in with a bunch of adult men's footprints, and if you didn't look closely, they could easily be mistaken for water stains and overlooked.

"With such small feet, who would bring a child along when tomb raiding?" Wu Xie muttered to himself.

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the people around him were all staring at him in silence.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Very scary.

Ah Ning rolled her eyes.

Fatty Wang chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Isn't it you, Little Innocent, who took the child down to the tomb?"

"I..." Wu Xie was speechless.

Ah Li insisted on following along, what could I do? Besides, with Ah Li's abilities, I felt like I was the one who was brought in.

"I'm not kidding, naive. Look at this footprint, look closely."

Su Li squeezed past Zhang the Bald to join in the fun and squatted down next to the small footprint with Wu Xie.

As soon as you get close, a smell mixed with grease, spices and the stench of corpses fills your nostrils.

yue~~

How can something be so uniquely smelly and disgustingly fragrant?

Wu Xie was scraping away the oily substance from the small footprint with a knife, then brought it close to his nose to smell it, and immediately regretted it. "This is... adipocere!"

Adipocere usually forms only on corpses that are submerged in water or buried in moist, damp soil.

The so-called wax is formed by the reaction of fat and minerals present in the body of a corpse, which solidify.

The adipocere on this footprint also had a unique spice scent, which was quite distinctive.

There was more than one such footprint; rather, it resembled the footprints of a child walking, extending into a corner of the tomb.

That corner was blocked by a large blue-and-white porcelain jar with a dragon motif.

Wu Xie felt a little nervous. Could there be a little rice dumpling hiding behind this?

The fat man carefully raised the air gun and aimed it at the large porcelain jar. "That thing should be hiding behind this large porcelain jar."

"What is it?" Zhang the Bald suddenly asked sincerely.

The fat man rolled his eyes at him. "Zongzi (sticky rice dumpling)."

"Zongzi? What flavor? Jiaxing Wufangzhai?" Zhang the Bald looked like he didn't understand.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a steaming hot, palm-sized zongzi was shoved in front of him.

"Red bean filling, want some?"

Fatty Wang: ...

Wuxie: ...

Aning:......

"Oh, there really is one, thank you, little friend." Zhang the Bald paused for a second, then naturally took it and began to carefully unwrap the zongzi leaves.

Seeing that Wu Xie and the other two were still staring at her, Su Li rummaged around in her backpack and pulled out a few more items.

"Do you want to eat too?"

Ah Ning shook her head speechlessly.

Wu Xie & Fatty Wang: Shaking their heads... They've only shaken halfway through.

'Gululu'

A familiar sound echoed between the two, who exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously…

It's no wonder they didn't eat breakfast and only had seafood porridge for lunch. That stuff was digested in the time it takes to use the toilet, let alone the amount of underwater work they did.

Su Li happily stuffed a red bean zongzi into Wu Xie's mouth and a meat one into Fatty's mouth.

He continued to look at A Ning with sincere eyes, the meaning was clear: really don't you want it?

Aning remained silent.

"I want...a sweet one."

"Okay, five hundred for the sweet ones."

Aning:......

"What about meat?"

"one thousand."

Wu Xie & Fatty: My Li is amazing!

Unable to react (Zhang Qiling version): Is it really impossible to change back?

“You…” Ah Ning was speechless with anger. As expected of someone trained by Hei Xiazi, he had learned the money-grubbing attitude perfectly.

Su Li didn't give her a chance to back out and stuffed a red bean rice dumpling into her mouth.

Hmm, little girls probably prefer sweeter things.

The eerie and terrifying atmosphere created by the small footprints was completely ruined.

A group of people, whose name is written as "exploration team" but read as "tomb raiders," squatted together, happily munching on zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) in front of the "little zongzi."

To be honest, the food that Su Li managed to stuff into her space was all incredibly delicious.

Besides the various high-end delicacies made by the largest supplier, Hei Xiazi, there are all kinds of delicious snacks and desserts with outstanding flavors, as well as various spiritual fruits and liquids fed by relatives and friends.

If the child weren't still young, and if his master, with his deeply ingrained Chinese beliefs, didn't allow him to drink alcohol, even the sect leader's private stash of spirit wine probably wouldn't have been preserved.

Suddenly, the group started eating and drinking, no longer in a hurry, while a little creature hiding behind a large porcelain jar grew anxious.

"Bang."

The large blue-and-white porcelain jar with a dragon design suddenly shook, producing a crisp sound characteristic of porcelain, which attracted the attention of several people.

"Hey! Little Zongzi's getting impatient?" When the fat man's loud voice carries the special mocking tone of old Beijing, it's really annoying.

Wu Xie felt that if this fatso talked to him like that, he would definitely not be able to resist giving him a good beating.

Whether the little creature hiding behind could understand human speech or had received the fat man's mocking intent, the large porcelain jar shook again, and this time the sound was even louder than before, like a child throwing something in anger.

"Hey, this little guy has quite a temper, throwing things and breaking bowls. He must have gotten a lot of spankings from his parents." Fatty Wang continued to mock.

Wu Xie tugged at Fatty Wang silently. "Say less, or you'll piss him off and he'll bite you."

"It's alright, those little feet, Fatty reckons they're not even as tall as my calf. If they dare to come out, I'll kick them one by one."