Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

A day has passed since they returned to Changsha. The weather in Changsha is sunny now. Wu Xie took Wang Pangzi and the other man to the hospital for a check-up yesterday and texted to say they would be coming over this afternoon. Qin Henian, who knew that they would be staying in Changsha for a long time, had already instructed people to purchase two consecutive three-story detached villas with gardens in Changsha while he was on his way back from Changbai Mountain. It just so happened that these two villas were located far away from other villas.

Currently, their group lives in Villa No. 14, while about thirty of Qin Henian's subordinates live in Villa No. 15. In the large garden below Villa No. 14, Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin personally crafted numerous mechanisms and hidden weapons today, to be used in Wu Xie's training later.

In the master bedroom on the third floor of building number fourteen, with its floor-to-ceiling windows, Qin Henian was lying face down on the bed, his face deeply embedded in the two-meter-wide bed, limbs spread wide, long hair disheveled, unwilling to get up...

Boom boom boom!

A knock sounded at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"He Nian! Lunch is ready! Get up! The blind man is cooking lunch himself today!"

Outside, a smiling man named Black Bear leaned against the wall at the doorway, knocking with one hand and beginning to untie the apron straps from his back with the other...

"coming!"

Qin Henian, who didn't want to get out of bed but had to, was urged to get up. The next second, he sprang out of bed, went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, washed his face, and then, with his long, messy hair, walked to the door, opened it, and "drifted" downstairs like a ghost.

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The Third People's Hospital of Changsha, inpatient area.

"After taking the medicine, having X-rays, receiving several injections, and being observed overnight, Comrade Wu Tianzhen! Congratulations on your successful recovery! You can be discharged!!!"

In a private hospital room, Fatty Wang was smiling broadly as he held a discounted bouquet of sunflowers he had bought from a flower shop across from the hospital. With one hand, he twirled the other hand twice, bowed slightly, and made a silly gesture towards Wu Xie as he handed over the flowers.

Snapped!

With a thud, Wu Xie raised one hand and slapped away Wang Pangzi's clowning hand, a helpless smile on his face as he spoke...

"Alright, Fatty, let's hurry up and go get discharged. We still need to go to Kanjian's place later to check on his condition. Time is of the essence, so don't dawdle!"

"I know, I know…"

After leaving the hospital, a black Santana sedan picked up Wu Xie and his companion at the intersection and then drove south along the road towards Changsha.

After navigating countless streets and alleys, as the bustling crowds gradually thinned out, the black Santana drove into a narrow alley, just wide enough for one car to pass at a time...

Drop drop!

crunch...

The car braked. Across the street to the left of the car window was a small hotel, which appeared to be only two stories high from the outside. After arriving there, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang got out of the car, and the man in the vest, who was wearing a suit jacket today, got out of the driver's seat.

The three parked their car and entered the hotel called "Night Fragrance". As soon as they entered, they saw a middle-aged man with a slightly balding head sitting at the front desk.

"Young Master! You've arrived, this way please~"

The middle-aged man was the acting owner of the inn and a former subordinate of Wu Sanxing. The inn was considered a relatively safe place. Wu Xie had chosen it after considering various factors.

"Is the basement all set up? Have those medical devices been moved in yet?"

Wu glanced at the shop owner and asked expressionlessly, maintaining a mysterious aura around him.

This imposing aura was something Wu Xie had developed after experiencing numerous attacks, both large and small, before going to Shangsha. However, he hadn't quite mastered it yet, and it was sometimes effective and sometimes not. It could be said that Wu Xie had a lot to learn, and it was like a sudden enlightenment; he was still adapting.

"It's been transported in, and everything is being done as you instructed, Third Master."

The innkeeper walked at the front of the group, leading them through the shops outside the inn, into the large courtyard at the back, through several corridors to the backyard, then through a pile of scrap metal, and finally to the kitchen in the courtyard where cooking was done.

Crunch!

Opening the kitchen door, the innkeeper led Wu Xie and the others directly to the spot opposite the stove where firewood was stored. He bent down and pushed all the firewood aside with a rustling sound, clearing away the obstruction. In the place where it had been, an underground iron door was revealed, which was tightly locked with a palm-sized padlock.

The innkeeper raised his hand, took out two keys from his shirt pocket, and handed them to Wu Xie.

"Young Master, this is it!"

Wu nodded as he looked at the iron gate in front of him, gesturing for the other person to go outside for some fresh air, while he himself squatted down and began inserting the key into the large iron lock.

Click-clack... Buzz...

The iron gate opened, revealing a square underground passage about 1.2 meters wide. Lights turned on the moment the iron gate opened, revealing layers of stone steps inside the passage.

Da da da...

Da da da...

The heavy footsteps of the group echoed in the basement. After walking up about ten steps, Wu Xiekanjian and Wang Pangzi arrived at the basement. What they saw were thirty or forty people doing their jobs, organizing various documents. Countless computers and machines were running, and lab technicians in white coats were conducting experiments, each followed by a gun-wielding guard.

After Wu Xie and his two companions arrived, a middle-aged woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and heavy makeup walked up to Wu Xie.

"Young Master, you've finally arrived. We've caught a lot of snakes these past few days and conducted all sorts of research using pheromones."

"Of the other eighteen people we screened earlier, we've captured one. He's currently unconscious and we're preparing to experiment on him!"

The woman's nickname is Sister Lei. She used to be a manager at Wu Sanxing's gambling den. She is decisive and ruthless in her actions, but she is also one of the few people who are loyal to the Wu family. Now, because of her strong abilities, Wu Xie has arranged for her to be a manager here.

"Have you brought everyone back? Have they been examined? Are they fit for experiments now? If not, give me a few portions of the black-haired snake; I want to try it."

After listening to the woman's arrangement, Wu Xie's heart softened somewhat, but after thinking about the current situation of the Nine Gates, his heart hardened again. After thinking for two seconds, he finally decided to try it himself.

Will it really work if we try it out and see who they choose?

"Ah? This..."

Lei Jie glanced at Wu Xie with disapproval, but seeing the serious look in her boss's eyes, she swallowed her words and turned to lead the people into the basement.

A dozen minutes later, in a dungeon, Wu Xie sat on the only bed, looking at the seven-inch snake he was holding in his hand, and cheering himself up.

He, Wu Xie, is capable!

He was chosen by all of them. He couldn't believe that he could be chosen without anything special about him. Perhaps he was destined to be with this snake!