Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

Although Lao Yang didn't have the same good mindset as the two of them, he knew that he would really need to have some physical strength to get through the arduous journey ahead.

They hadn't eaten breakfast or bought any dry food; he was afraid he might faint on the way.

In the end, he gave in and finished the egg pancake in a few bites.

When they set off again, the team ahead was no longer visible, but the trampled marks on the weeds along the way were very obvious, indicating a clear direction.

For the rest of the journey, Lao Yang didn't see anyone ahead, and he walked and stopped, relying entirely on the traces of weeds to guide him.

These two will either rest when one is tired, or when the other is thirsty, or when they are both hungry...

Old Yang was so anxious that he wished he could whip them and send them on their way.

This idea reached its peak before sunset, when Wu Xie actually found a small stone stall, lit a fire, and cooked noodles.

Finely hand-pulled noodles, paired with a good seasoning packet, and fresh, crisp bok choy...

Watching Wuxie keep pulling things out made me so itchy my skin felt numb...

"Old, Old Wu, you, you..." Old Yang pointed at Wu Xie and then at the direction the pedestrians had walked. "They, they haven't stopped yet!"

What, are you already planning to set up camp right here?

Who would be so kind as to stalk someone like that?

What a joke! Who's a good person who stalks others?

Lao Yang wondered, "Is this unreliable guy going to start taking tents out next?"

Thankfully, Wu Xie didn't do that, otherwise he might have witnessed what it means for a clone to explode on the spot...

I was so angry...

The water in the pot was bubbling and steaming. Wu Xie skillfully threw the noodles into the pot, and the hot water boiled, causing the thin white noodles to tumble around.

The hand-pulled noodles were cut extremely thin, and they were cooked in almost two minutes after being put into the pot. Wuxie quickly threw in a handful of bok choy, added seasonings, and it was done.

Wu Xie wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. This was too much trouble. Instant noodles were much more convenient.

"The sun is about to set, and they need to rest too. If you go now, we won't even be able to start a fire. Are you planning to eat grass roots?"

The noodles were ready, and Wu Xie could finally focus on answering Lao Yang's question. Despite his practiced demeanor, he could easily mess things up if he lost focus even slightly…

"Then, then we, we..."

Wu Xie first served Su Li a bowl of noodles, then served himself a bowl, and sat on the rock to start slurping the noodles. As for Lao Yang, he would serve himself when he got hungry.

"After we finish eating, let's walk forward a bit. They'll probably be setting up camp by then."

Su Li held her large bowl of noodles and slurped up a mouthful of soup.

Hmm~ Today I'm being a virtuous little naiveté!!!

He was here for a picnic, so he didn't have to worry about anything. The blind man even secretly gave him a bad idea: to make things more difficult for Xiao Tianzhen by having him carry him up the Qinling Mountains...

That’s outrageous…

In the end, the blind man who came up with the bad idea was taken away by Zhang Qiling, who happened to be passing by, for a sparring session. He didn't know exactly how they sparred, but he knew that on the way to Hangzhou, the usually energetic blind man had been listless and dejected.

Old Yang, who was indeed hungry, couldn't resist the temptation and ate dinner with a slurping sound.

The three of them digested their food for a while, then walked further inside.

Sure enough, after walking for less than half an hour, they saw a fire in the distance, presumably the five people were resting and preparing to eat.

It was completely dark by now, and the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter. It was definitely not okay to keep walking forward so carelessly; we would be discovered in no time.

Wu Xie carefully crouched down, signaling the two to follow, and sneaked over.

They didn't stop until they were close enough to hear their voices.

What Wu Xie didn't consider was that he could hear the voices over there, but Lao Yang couldn't. Although Lao Yang wasn't a human being in essence, his overall physical data was that of an ordinary person, so he couldn't possibly hear the voices from that far away.

Finally, with Lao Yang's help, they moved a little further in before stopping, and this time Lao Yang could finally hear the sounds from the other side...

Then I listened intently as one of the burly young men bragged for over ten minutes...

By the end, his fists were clenched so tightly I really wanted to punch him, grab him by the collar, and yell at him, "Can't you say something useful? Who wants to listen to your bragging about how many times you can do it in one night?!"

Of course, he only thought about it in his mind. He wasn't blind. Those guys had bulging lower backs, which meant they had a lot of equipment, and it was highly likely they were hot. He wasn't that reckless.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who couldn't take it anymore; his companions also didn't want to listen to him continue.

They changed the subject and started talking about something else.

After carefully listening for a while, Lao Yang realized that their current topic was exactly what he wanted to know, so he quickly pulled Wu Xie aside, signaling him to listen attentively.

Besides the old man with a very strong southern accent, the group also included two middle-aged men who clearly spoke with a broad accent and looked like bosses.

Sometimes you have to listen carefully to understand what they're saying.

The two middle-aged men who looked like bosses were experts at making grand promises. They started by painting a beautiful picture of the future for the group. Even though they hadn't gotten their hands on the treasure yet, that didn't stop them from planning how to spend it, did it?

As they talked, they all became amused by their own words and burst into laughter.

The young man's voice, filled with hope and complaint, rang out again as he asked the old man with a southern accent.

"Uncle Tai, could you give us an estimate? This still needs..."

How many days will it take to get there? My legs are about to break today.

He wanted the treasure, but he didn't want to suffer. He wished Uncle Tai would order them to dig right there, and that two shovelfuls would unearth a priceless treasure so he could immediately lie down and enjoy a life of luxury.

However, daydreaming is quick; now that it's dark, the daydream is over, but the old man's love remains.

The old man he called Uncle Tai cursed.

"Are you all grown up for nothing? All you do is complain and whine. You're good at eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring all day long, but when it comes to doing anything serious, you just keep yelling."

Let me tell you, we'll be walking this mountain road for at least three more days. After that, we might have to go through caves, cross a river, or climb a cliff or something—who knows?

"If you can't take it now, then you'd better get the hell down the mountain and stop holding me back."

Uncle Tai meant to scare and warn this young man who couldn't endure any hardship but was still thinking about getting rich. Unexpectedly, the young man in the same team did not back down. Instead, he scared Lao Yang, who was eavesdropping, so much that he wanted to leave.

When Lao Yang heard that it would take so long to walk, he didn't want to go anymore and tried to pull Wu Xie away.

Wu Xie couldn't possibly leave now; he hadn't even seen the thing he was interested in yet.

He grabbed Lao Yang and forced him to sit next to him.

While trying to control Lao Yang, who was about the same size as him but much fatter, Wu Xie continued to listen attentively.

The main event is coming soon...