Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

Wu Xie unleashed a barrage of attacks, maxing out his taunt skills. The effect was surprisingly good.

No man can accept being called weak. Lao Qiang, who was panting like a dead dog, suddenly stood up.

While desperately trying to control his breathing, he timidly cleared the way ahead with a tree branch, putting on a live performance of "beating the grass to scare the snake."

Su Li gave Wu Xie a thumbs up, saying, "You're such a naive little thing."

They hadn't gone far when they unexpectedly found a dilapidated temple deep in the mountains. There were several middle-aged women dressed as locals in front of and behind the temple, doing something unknown.

If it were any darker, this scene would be enough to stage a rural version of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Lao Yang hesitated before looking at Wu Xie, his meaning quite clear.

When they were doing something together, Wu Xie would usually step in and handle the middle-aged women or elderly people. He had a face that made him look like a good boy that elders liked.

Wu Xie shook her head and gestured with her chin, indicating for him to go...

Lao Yang was also unhappy. With his appearance, how could he possibly find out anything by trying to gather information?

Wu Xie thought about it and agreed, then led Su Li a little closer.

As soon as they approached, they attracted the attention of several middle-aged women, who all looked over warily. When they saw that they were two fair-skinned young men, they looked away and went about their work.

This dilapidated temple is in the middle of nowhere, standing in the deep mountains, yet there are several middle-aged women weaving straw sandals here. Their lookout post is quite obvious.

However, Wu Xie still symbolically approached an older woman who looked kinder.

Before the aunt could speak, he slipped a red bill into the basket next to her.

The already kind-looking auntie's expression became even more amiable, and she took the initiative to speak.

"Young man, are you asking for directions?" The auntie asked directly, seeing that the two brothers, one big and one small, were dressed like backpackers and had scholarly looks, like they were into the outdoor hiking or something that had become popular in recent years.

In the past, besides the villagers, the most frequent visitors to this remote mountain forest were tomb raiders and police officers.

But things are different now. In the past two years, some rich people in the city have become bored and have come up with something called "backpackers," who carry a backpack and venture into the deep mountains and forests.

They've developed such sharp eyesight now that they can spot hikers, tomb raiders, or police officers with a single glance...

"No, I'd like to ask you, did you see five men pass by here today?" Wu Xie replied.

The auntie who had just made a boast in her mind: ...

The slap in the face came unexpectedly.

He was about to turn hostile and curse, but then he remembered the red bills in the basket, forced a smile, and pointed to the road to the left of the dilapidated temple.

"They just passed by not long ago, heading towards our village. There was an old man, three middle-aged men, and a rather sturdy young man, right?"

Wu Xie nodded, clapping his hands excitedly. "Yes, those are the same few bastards."

The older woman, seeing his expression, instinctively felt there was something fishy going on, and her eyes lit up as she leaned closer to ask.

“What’s wrong, young man? What’s going on? That old man is an acquaintance of our village. He comes to stay for four or five months every year. He doesn’t look like a good person.”

Wu Xie waved his hand and said angrily.

"I don't know that old man. There's a bastard named Wang in that group who owes my third uncle over four million yuan. In the end, that bastard ran away, which made my uncle so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage and is still lying in the hospital!"

Wu Sansheng: You've truly become powerful through filial piety. Thank you so much, my dear nephew.

As Wu Xie spoke, he patted Su Li on the shoulder beside him.

"Well, my brother and I were traveling nearby when a friend called and said he saw that bastard surnamed Wang in this area."

I didn't even have time to take my brother back before I had to chase after him. That little rascal is really good at hiding; no wonder my uncle couldn't find him.

Wu Xie already had a youthful face, and since he started cultivating, he looks even younger, like he's in his early twenties. The two of them standing together now look like naive young people just starting out, running around for their uncle.

When Su Li realized he had been called on, he quickly put on a pitiful expression, looking at the auntie as if he was exhausted from climbing the mountain.

When the old woman heard that it was more than four million yuan, she almost tore the straw sandals she was weaving in her hands to pieces with her bare hands. She had lived in the mountains all her life, and a few hundred yuan could have been used to hire her to guard a dilapidated temple for half a year. When had she ever seen so much money?

This old man has lived in their village for so many years, and he usually only pays them a pittance, a few dozen yuan at a time, when he hires them to stand guard in this dilapidated temple. It turns out he knows such a rich boss.

The middle-aged women who were listening nearby thought the same thing, and they unconsciously stopped what they were doing.

That's just how people are; when they don't know what the other person has, they're satisfied with just a little bit.

But when they learned that the other party actually had a lot of money, and that he didn't seem to have much fighting ability in their eyes...

The saying "bad people come from poor and remote areas" isn't always derogatory; it can sometimes be true.

The group of middle-aged women exchanged glances and simultaneously began packing up their belongings.

“Young man, auntie suddenly remembered that she needs to go back to her parents’ home. Just follow this road on the left. If you walk fast, you will reach our village before dark.”

The kind-looking woman hurriedly gave Wuxie some instructions, and then walked off with the others down another road.

Su Li stared at their departing figures, speechless.

"My master said not to judge a book by its cover..."

Then he looked at Wuxie.

"This auntie looked kind, but I never expected her to try and scam us before she left! What grudge do they hold against us?!"

Wu Xie ruffled Su Li's ponytail and laughed. "They're afraid we'll compete with them for it, after all, that 'four million' is mine."

Su Li, though puzzled, nodded in agreement.

"Master said that some people, when faced with absolute self-interest, consider morality and conscience as utter nonsense."

Wu Xie: Um... Did Master Yunqing, who is so upright and honest, say these words?

Although the words are crude, the principle is sound... but...

Great, another filter has been shattered.

Old Yang, who was waiting not far away, saw that Wu Xie had said something to these middle-aged women and managed to seduce them all.

Only after they had gone far away did he emerge from his hiding place and walk to Wu Xie's side.

"Old Wu, what did you say? How did they all leave?" Old Yang asked.

Wu Xie smiled innocently. "It's nothing, I was just reminding them it's going to rain soon, they're in a hurry to get home and collect their laundry."

The aunties who were preparing to return to the village to gather the villagers and make a fortune: ...

“Let’s follow, that auntie said that Uncle Tai and his group are in their village, they just arrived.” Wu Xie said, pulling Su Li forward.

Lao Yang was completely stunned and grabbed Wu Xie.

Wu Xie looked at Lao Yang. "What are you doing, Lao Yang? If you don't keep up, you'll lose us again."

"No, I can't, I can't go..."