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"Okay, Little Flower Brother!" Ling Xiao looked up and gave Xie Yuhua a sweet smile.

When the two arrived at Wushanju in Hangzhou, Wang Meng was still playing Minesweeper. When he saw Wu Xie come in, he raised his eyes and greeted him, "Boss."

Wang Meng's eyes lit up the moment she saw Ling Xiao! After all, this was the person who could play Minesweeper with her for a whole day without making a mistake—he was her idol! She greeted him enthusiastically, "Ling Xiao! What brings you here?"

Ling Xiao saw Wang Meng's starry eyes, nodded to him, and smiled slightly, saying, "I was feeling cooped up at home, so your boss brought me here to relax."

Wu Xie asked Wang Meng, "Has Lao Yang arrived?"

"They came in the morning, saying they'd treat you to xx barbecue skewers tonight."

Wu Xie nodded. He wanted Ling Xiao to go upstairs and rest for a while. Ling Xiao glanced at Wang Meng and said to Wu Xie, "You go up first. I'm not tired either. I'll let Master Hua know I'm safe and sound, and then I'll play with Wang Meng for a while."

When Wu Xie came downstairs that night, he saw Wang Meng and Ling Xiao squatting on the ground playing on their phones.

"Why don't you sit down and play? Don't your legs go numb from squatting?" Wu Xie asked.

Ling Xiao and Wang Meng exchanged a glance, then helped each other up, only to find that neither of them could stand up...

"Numb, numb, numb!" Ling Xiao cried out.

"I can't stand up! Boss! Help!" Wang Meng cried out.

Wu Xie: These two idiots...

Wu Xie helped them both up and said to Ling Xiao, "Ling Zi, it's time for us to set off."

"Now?" Ling Xiaoma's eyes welled up with tears. He leaned against Wu Xie, looking miserable, and said, "I can't move my legs now..."

Ten minutes later...

"Can you move now?" Wu Xie asked him.

Ling Xiao nodded.

Wu Xie... his shoulder is numb...

"Let's go!" Ling Xiao pulled him along, and Wu Xie felt an unprecedented tingling, numb sensation...

The two arrived at the barbecue restaurant, where Lao Yang was already sitting and waiting. Upon seeing Wu Xie, he greeted him, "Wu...Wu Xie! I...I'm here!"

"Old Yang!" Wu Xie ran up and hugged him.

"You've gotten a little chubby!" Lao Yang said innocently.

"Get the hell out of here! You're speechless now, aren't you?" Wu Xie cursed at him.

He then introduced to Lao Yang, "This is my good brother, Ling Xiao, whom I met while tomb raiding together."

He then said to Ling Xiao, "This is another childhood friend of mine, Lao Yang."

"Seeing is believing, hello, Lao Yang." Ling Xiao extended his hand to Lao Yang.

"Where...where did you find such a...so scholarly pretty boy to go...to the tomb?" Lao Yang asked, holding Ling Xiao's hand and looking at Wu Xie.

Ling Xiao withdrew his hand, his expression not very pleasant. Lao Yang said to him again, "I...I'm sorry, I'm used to...talking to Wu Xie like this!"

"This isn't a very good habit," Ling Xiao said to Lao Yang with a gentle smile.

Wu Xie noticed that Ling Xiao was acting strangely. Remembering that the last time Ling Xiao had this expression was because of Hei Xiazi's comment about a great beauty, he chuckled and said, "Hey, what are you standing there for? I'm starving! Let's order quickly!"

Lao Yang nodded and said, "Yes, yes! Let's... let's... order some skewers."

While eating, Ling Xiao suddenly had a slightly wicked thought: What happens when a material thing takes those medications? Does it react the same way as a normal person? Do material things also have needs? It can eat, but does it need to use the toilet?

Wu Xie, clearly having drunk a bit too much, started berating Lao Yang: "Tell me the truth, you bastard! What the hell did you pour out?"

Old Yang chuckled mysteriously and said, "Hehe, my thing, hiccup, it's really... really weird! I mean, even if I told you, you... you wouldn't know!"

Wu Xie was a little angry. Was Lao Yang deliberately trying to make him lose face in front of Ling Xiao? He immediately said, "I'm not the naive kid I was three years ago! Name me what I look like, whether it's from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, or Qing dynasties, I can tell you!"

Ling Xiao gave him a thumbs up, and Wu Xie proudly raised his chin, looking like a rooster that had won a victory.

Lao Yang showed him no respect whatsoever, immediately dipping his brush in the wine and starting to draw on the table. Wu Xie, already quite drunk, couldn't make out what he was drawing at all and angrily cursed, "You donkey dung! You've been in prison for three years and your drawing is still this bad! It looks like a tree branch! It's terrible! Start over!"

Old Yang smiled mysteriously and said, "This is... a tree branch, a bronze tree branch as thick as a wrist!"

Seeing that the two were chatting enthusiastically, Ling Xiao said he needed to go to the restroom, and as he left, he threw a pill into Lao Yang's wine bottle.

Ling Xiao then observed Lao Yang from a short distance away. Seeing that Lao Yang had drunk quite a bit, Ling Xiao returned.

When he returned, he listened to Lao Yang recount his tomb raiding experiences, which left Wu Xie completely bewildered.