Wu Erbai looked at Mu Xuehai's back thoughtfully.
He looked around and picked up a photo album on the bedside table.
It was full of photos of the archeological team. He flipped to the first page and found a very important photo.
The person in the photo was the regret of his life.
Wu Er Bai's thoughts returned.
It was a gorgeous face with short hair that reached her ears. When she looked back, her smile was charming. That person had a bright smile and waved at her.
The scene of the two of them going to the cinema together was still vivid in his mind.
Thinking of what had happened back then, Wu Er Bai could only feel his heart ache. He closed his eyes.
Over at Mount Wu Residence.
Everyone retreated from the village and returned to their nest.
In Wuxie's study, Wuxie was sitting in his own seat. Lord Fatty was sitting opposite Wuxie casually, his legs crossed high.
The young men were all cool and handsome as they leaned against the door frame.
Ian paced around the room.
Wu Xie said regretfully.
"This time, the collapse of the ground and the influx of rainwater caused the Yang family's old house to be buried underground. We accidentally found some historical relics, especially those murals. They are memos of history and culture, which are of great value. Fortunately, Ian handled it in time. Otherwise, he would not have been able to keep it.”
Ian was so focused on listening to the tiring things that he did not notice what Wuxie was saying. He kept mumbling.
"Ian…Ian."
Lord Fatty shouted.
"What?"
"Can you stop loitering in front of me? Your eyes are blurry. Sit down. Can't you learn from little brother? Be quiet."
Ian said.
"The discovery of Yang Daguang listening to thunder at the Meteorology Museum originated from the discovery of the archaeological project of the Nanhai King's underground palace by the Three Books and the 04 archaeological team. What exactly happened in the underground palace of King Nan Hai? What did the disappearance of the Three Books have to do with Thunder Listening? This matter really gives me a headache. I can't figure it out.”
When everyone heard this, they all looked worried.
"By the way, didn't we bring back a bamboo slip from the ancestral hall last time? Fatty, where did you put it?"
Lord Fatty slapped his forehead, wondering how he could forget about this matter. He had been in a hurry yesterday and was physically and mentally exhausted.
"Wait a moment."
Wuxie complained.
"Fatty, can you be more reliable? That's an important document. Don't lose it.”
Lord Fatty cried out in grievance.
"Look at what you're saying. Am I such a person? I put it in your room yesterday. I'll go get it."
As he spoke, Ian had already brought the documents over.
"You are too impatient."
Lord Fatty complained.
"This thing is quite old. It's completely sealed with mud and has been professionally processed. We need a professional to interpret it."
Wu Xie thought of Tang Tang. Although this person was usually greedy, his connections and brain were quite smart.
"Let's go find Tang Tang. There's no hurry. He must have a way.”
Wu Xie stood up as he spoke.
Zhang Qilin had already appeared in front of Wu Xie. He pressed down on his shoulder and pushed him back to his seat.
"Have a good rest."
It was just a few short words and a look. Wuxie understood.
Lord Fatty found it strange. From yesterday until now, he hadn't found anything abnormal about Wuxie. What exactly was wrong with him?
"Why, little brother? You've never cared about me so much. How is Wuxie not feeling well?"
Ian tried to smooth things over.
"Fatty, what are you saying? We were all drenched in the heavy rain yesterday and soaked in the water for a long time. And Wuxie, he didn't think I was already an S. He was heartbroken and almost passed out. Just let him take his time."
As expected, when Mr. Fatty heard this, his attention was immediately diverted to Ian's words.
He looked at Ian with disdain.
"Aren't you overestimating yourself? Why would our family's Wu Xie bear the brunt of anger for you? You're too pretentious."
Wu Xie hurriedly stopped the two of them from bickering once a day.
"Alright, I'll rest well first. You guys go to Tang Tang's place to take a look. Decipher the secret in this bamboo scroll as soon as possible. This must be a key clue. It might guide us to the next step.”
The young man flashed out first, and Ian also pushed the fat man out the door.
Along the way, Lord Fatty started his daily nagging again.
"Tianzhen's body is too weak. She got caught in the rain a little and still needs to rest well. Old. You're even worse than my Lord Fatty."
The few of them ignored him.
Lord Fatty continued.
"Actually, I think San Shu, Yang Daguang, and Chen Wenjin are all members of the archaeological team. Moreover, Yang Daguang was found dead in the weather station. They were suspected of embezzling cultural relics and escaping for crime. How could Wuxie not be depressed? I know that he wants to clear his third uncle's name, and I also believe that San Shu isn't the person to do this, but what about this person? It's very troublesome if you can't find it."
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