Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

In a private room of a 24-hour teahouse owned by Wu Erbai, the sound of mahjong came from next door.

"What's wrong with your waist, little fatty?"

Hu Ming took a sip of tea and asked with a grin.

"Ugh..., get out!"

The fat man knew that his uncle was asking this question even though he knew the answer, so he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

After all, I'm old, so it's not that I can't do it, but I can't compare with when I was young.

Ignoring Yin Nanfeng's undisguised contempt

The fat man rubbed his waist secretly and fell into deep thought.

Maybe I can ask an old Chinese doctor to prescribe some medicine tomorrow?

"Let's talk business..Have you two been working in the fields these days? You smell like dirt, and even...?"

Hu Ming chuckled and stopped talking. Then his face suddenly changed and he asked solemnly, "It smells like a strong rotten and fermented smell, and also the smell of disinfectant from the hospital?"

“…What the hell?”

Wu Xie and Fatty were immediately shocked, and they looked at Hu Ming in disbelief.

They knew that Hu Ming's five senses were all extremely sharp, but that was nearly a week ago, right?

During this period, the two of them took showers many times, how could they smell this?

"Some time ago, a small earthquake occurred in Hangzhou. The ground of a warehouse collapsed, and there was an ancient tomb inside."

"The boss came to me and asked me to handle it. Fatty and I went down and took a look. It was a musician's tomb and might be related to the mysterious King of the South China Sea in the rumors."

"There are hanging coffins in the tombs, and red bowls are used to hold the coffins on the ground. Uncle Lu, do you know the coffins?"

Wu Xie paused.

"Nonsense, of course I know. That makes sense. The smell of decay and fermentation on your body comes from the coffin dew. Did you knock over the coffin dew?"

"Go on."

Hu Ming subconsciously took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and Yin Nanfeng helped him light it.

"Well, after that, there was a small accident. The coffin was knocked over, and the mist was everywhere. I accidentally inhaled some of it, so I was sent to the hospital for two days."

"That's it."

Wu Xie briefly introduced his and Fatty's experiences some time ago.

"..The Tomb of the Musician of the King of Nanhai..Nanhai is not within your business scope. If there is no need, you cannot suddenly study the traces of Nanhai, a country that is almost impossible to find traces of in history."

"So, you are so sure that this is the tomb of the musician of the King of Nanhai. You must have some basis for it. Wu Sanxing contacted you?"

Hu Ming thought about it and said firmly.

"Uncle, didn't you discuss this with that bastard Wu Sanxing?"

"He ran away from Queen Mother of the West without even meeting Tian Zhen. Then he sent me some inexplicable messages. What does that mean?"

"Does he know that Tian Zhen's health is already failing? Why does he still have to let him suffer?"

The fat man secretly sighed. He didn't like Wu Sansheng in the first place, and now he was even more dissatisfied.

"This time it's not the case. Wu Sanxing didn't contact me, but he contacted Wu Erbai."

"Anyway, I have been paying attention to the matter of the King of the South China Sea before, and I am looking for an opportunity, that's all."

"As for Wu Sanxing contacting you, Wu Xie, and providing you with some key clues..."

"Hey, nephew, you know what, the people in your Wu family are really interesting."

"Back then, your third uncle lied to you in various ways, which is why you don't trust him anymore. Your second uncle loves you and doesn't want to take any risks. Your third uncle doesn't trust your second uncle to succeed, so he told you the key information..."

As he spoke, Hu Ming suddenly laughed.

The way Wu Erbai, Wu Sanxing and Wu Xie get along with each other is quite interesting.

"You mean, my third uncle also told my second uncle some news? Have you met my second uncle?"

Wu Xie keenly grasped the key point.

I can only say that as expected of a descendant of the Wu family, he is born to use his brain.

"Well, your third uncle probably wants your second uncle to tell you that you two should work together to investigate this King of the South China Sea."

"Now it seems that your second uncle is indeed a typical Chinese parent. No matter how old his children and nephews are, they are just children in their eyes and need their careful care..."

"So, Uncle Ming, I wanted to ask you at noon, what on earth were you planning to do in that place you were planning to go to?"

"Also, why is he connected with Wu Xie again? He is a sickly person now. Does he have to go?"

Yin Nanfeng asked at the right time.

"It is rumored that the King of the South Sea built a Thunder City in a secret place, and the Thunder City is said to have a mysterious power that can heal all regrets!"

Hu Ming looked at Wu Xie and said meaningfully.

"To heal all regrets? That's nonsense. This isn't a fantasy novel. Wait!"

Hearing this, Wu Xie sneered and was about to refute, but suddenly thought of something.

"Have you thought of that?"

"This world is never as simple as you think. It's not like you haven't come into contact with inexplicable mysterious forces before."

"Before, could you imagine that with just a bronze branch, you could embody the deepest obsession in people's hearts, and even create flesh-and-blood humans out of thin air?"

Hu Ming chuckled.

"Itchy..."

Wu Xie finally remembered his childhood friend who had lost contact with him ten years ago and now lives on the other side of the ocean.

"And, to put it more closely, my eyes, which are capable of creating things!"

Hu Ming's pupils stretched to become vertically long and narrow.

"So, Leicheng, is there really a mysterious power that can cure pulmonary fibrosis?"

"This is an incurable disease!"

Wu Xie's eyes, which had originally seemed a little depressed, suddenly blossomed with brilliance.

He had already accepted his fate and just wanted to enjoy his last few years.

But since there was a chance to survive, how could he not be tempted?

No one can remain indifferent in the face of death that is visible to the naked eye.

Hysteria and calm resignation are nothing but despair in the face of inevitable death.

"That thing is not a magical skill after all. It should be impossible to completely cure you. But it is more than enough to greatly alleviate your condition and let you enjoy your old age."

After carefully recalling Wu Xie's ending in the original novel, Hu Ming nodded with certainty.