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Seeing that Wu Xie couldn't come up with a coherent explanation after a long while, the fat man said anxiously, "Tianzhen, you don't actually want Lingzi to get out of bed, do you?" But he didn't finish his sentence. He had already caused quite a bit of trouble in front of outsiders, and he couldn't continue talking, lest he just give people something to watch.

He turned to look at Black Bear and saw that the man was standing with his hands on his hips, watching the show. He was so angry that he wanted to punch him.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just tomb raiding. I never thought it would be so embarrassing. Since Master Wu specifically asked me to go, how could I refuse?" Ling Xiao always put himself in a weaker position. He was the one who started the fire, but now he seemed to be compromising.

Jieyuhua hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to send the child to work in the fields, but if Wu Sansheng specifically requested it, the child was clearly a key part of his plan. So he asked Boss Chu to delay as long as possible, and to give him enough time to make a decision since it was a difficult situation.

“Ling Xiao has a blood clotting disorder. If he needs to get out of bed, we’ll have to prepare a blood clotting agent. He also has a stomach ailment, so we’ll need to bring enough dry food. Just preparing equipment won’t be enough.”

Boss Chu clearly hadn't considered these things, and Wu Sansheng hadn't told him at all that Ling Xiao's situation was so special. No wonder these people were so opposed to him going to the fields; Wu Sansheng was just setting him up for failure...

But it was no use saying anything now; the matter had already been brought to this point, so Boss Chu could only nod and go out to instruct people to prepare things.

After Boss Chu left, Ling Xiao looked at Xiao Ge. Xiao Ge knew what he wanted to ask, lowered his eyes, and said to him, "It chose you."

Ling Xiao understood. The young man's meaning was very clear: he was already involved and couldn't back out now. It was always the situation that chose him. Even if Ling Xiao had many excuses to avoid it, the situation would still drag him in. Moreover, Wu Sansheng needed him now.

Ling Xiao curled his lip. He thought he had already been involved in the game, or at least he had already pulled them into his game.

"Him? Who is he? Third Uncle? Who should we choose?" Wu Xie and Fatty both looked puzzled.

"Of course they chose me! But there are seven shovels in total, which means all seven of us were chosen. We're the Calabash Brothers, and now we're going to save Grandpa Wu Sansheng..." Ling Xiao gave a vague answer, diverting the attention of the two men. Sure enough, their focus shifted to the Calabash Brothers.

"Tonight, I'll take you away from Changsha," Xie Yuhua whispered to Ling Xiao. After hesitating for a long time, Xie Yuhua still chose to take the child away from Changsha. She knew that Third Master had a plan, but even if it offended Third Master, Xie Yuhua was not afraid.

Ling Xiao looked at him, wanting to tell him that they probably couldn't get out. The Heavenly Dao had awakened and would spare no effort to bring everything back on track. He had no chance of escaping for the time being.

But when Ling Xiao saw the determined look in Jie Yuhua's eyes, he decided to try it with him. What if it succeeded? If it succeeded, it would mean that it wasn't actually that hard to control, and there was always a way to break through.

Sure enough, that night, Xie Yuhua and Ling Xiao were in a car accident. The explosion shattered the car into pieces. Ling Xiao stood by the roadside, holding a milk tea, drinking it while waiting for the police.

The two of them were completely unharmed in such a huge explosion; they themselves found it hard to believe.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Just a quick note: Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and I've been writing this book for a year now. I'll be giving away three pig's trotters to my followers! Pupu made them herself. Leave a comment if you want some, otherwise just pretend I wasn't here.