The three of them chatted for a long time, as if they had reunited with old friends for many years.
I invite you warmly.
I see that this little brother is not bad material. Why don't you follow us in the future?
Lord Fatty chimed in.
"Little brother, you saved my life today. From then on, we brothers will go to the tomb and fight together, and become rich together.”
This was exactly what Ian was looking forward to. He wanted to see what the ultimate mission was.
"Alright, come, let me toast the two of you.”
The three of them laughed heartily, and their laughter echoed throughout the entire restaurant.
Early in the morning, inside the antique shop.
Lord Fatty was still sleeping in his room, snoring loudly.
Wuxie woke up early in the morning. Last night, he tossed and turned, thinking about Ian's words. He couldn't fall asleep and lay on the recliner in the courtyard, thinking about something.
Last night, Ian said that he was sick.
The suspicion in Wu Xie's heart grew deeper and deeper. Recently, he had been coughing frequently and thought that it was a problem with his smoking.
However, Ian definitely did not look like an ordinary person. Everything he said seemed to be true.
Thinking of this, Wu Xie casually packed up and left.
Ian stood at the corner of the door and saw her walking out.
Through this matter, he should be able to gain their trust.
Although he had experienced countless hardships over the years, which time had he not walked through the gates of hell?
Wu Xie was bored as he waited for the results outside. The process was too long.
The pressure was getting stronger and stronger. In the next second, he would be judged by someone.
Although he was mentally prepared, when he heard the results, Wu Xie felt like the sky had collapsed.
Countless images flashed through his mind. The tombs that the Iron Triangle had visited, the dangerous images they had encountered, and the third uncle that had not been heard from until now.
"Is there any possibility of curing my illness?”
"Your lungs have already been coagulated, and the cancer cells have already spread. It's probably in the late stages, and there's no need for treatment anymore!”
"How much time do I have?"
"Looking at your current situation, you will be transplanted in about three to six months. There were three medicines that could temporarily suppress it.”
Along the way, he was in a daze as he returned to Mountain Wu Residence.
Lord Fatty had been looking for Wuxie for a long time and was about to pull Ian out to look for him.
She heard the door being pushed open.
"Aiyo, my Little Third Master, you're finally back. Where did you go? You…"
Lord Fatty shouted and rushed forward with a hint of urgency in his voice.
Wu Xie walked straight to the study with a depressed expression.
Ian completely understood. He was right.
"If you have something on your mind, tell me. Don't hide it, okay? Why don't you cover it up? Everyone else has postnatal depression, but you have depression at the next grave. What's wrong with being scared?”
Lord Fatty followed Wu Xie in but was mercilessly rejected by Wu Xie.
Lord Fatty had a resentful look on his face.
"What do you think happened to him? He was fine yesterday."
Ian looked in the direction of the study.
"I guess she's heartbroken! I was dumped."
Mr. Fatty pretended to hit Ian.
"Heh, you little brat, you actually dare to make fun of Little Third Master.”
At this moment.
Ding, ding, ding.
The sound of text messages kept ringing.
Wu Xie shouted.
"Lord Fatty, your phone is ringing."
Lord Fatty saw that Wuxie was finally paying attention to him, so he eagerly rushed into the study.
"Oh, I found it. It's the crappy phone that your third uncle gave you. I charged it, but there was nothing. Your third uncle is really something.”
Wu Xie rushed forward and immediately turned the cardboard box upside down.
Lord Fatty was so angry that he almost jumped up and went forward to stop him.
"Eh, I just finished packing. You don't work, but you destroy things."
Ian went forward to take a look.
A lot of text messages from Uncle Ian suddenly appeared on her phone.
"Third Uncle has appeared. Why are you still receiving his messages?"
Lord Fatty stopped shouting. It seemed that things were not ordinary.
"What is this? This is like a love letter. However, he really didn't understand what it meant.”
Ian blurted out thoughtfully.
" This should be a secret text. Its meaning can't be seen from the surface. It needs a special method to reassemble the strokes to unlock the secret.”
Lord Fatty teased at the side. This kid still had some capabilities.
"You're still an expert. You can even understand this.”
A trace of surprise and appreciation flashed across Wuxie's eyes. In the past, he had always been responsible for solving riddles.
If one wasn't an expert, one wouldn't be able to tell at a glance.
Ian was feeling smug when a familiar text message notification suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Ding ~"
Congratulations to the host for successfully activating the Meteorology Museum mission.
Please choose whether to accept the mission?
Option 1: Accept. There is a possibility of obtaining mission clues.
Option 2: Refuse. Reward: A mansion.
Ian did not hesitate and chose to accept the mission.
After all, he had already obtained clues about his third uncle, so he was one step closer to unraveling the secret. Only by following Wuxie and the others could he find a way back.
accept
The system sent another notification.
The big gift bag has been distributed. Please check and accept it.
Ian opened the gift bag and a skill dropped.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Ancient Cipher Skill. The side mission has been successfully activated.
Special warning, danger
Lord Fatty's voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you laughing about? Would he know how to decipher such a password? It couldn't be that he only said it and didn't practice it, right?”
Ian looked at the two of them with a determined gaze.
"You don't believe me? Watch me."
It was written clearly in the message.
"New North Bridge, bamboo smoke, locust tree rain, cold lantern night return, deep in the stranger.”
Ian looked at the line of words and his mind spun rapidly. Every word was broken down into strokes, and every stroke corresponded to the corresponding letter. All the strokes were broken up in his mind and then reassembled into new words.
"Alright. There's an answer."
The system was really something. It was indeed fast. This skill was too useful.
Lord Fatty was in disbelief.
In the past, it was probably not that fast even if it was a portable encryption. Who knew where this kid came from, but he actually had such ability.
Wu Xie couldn't care less anymore. When he heard that there was already a clue, he hurriedly urged.
"Third Uncle, what did they say?"
Ian wrote a few words on the paper.
"Arctic Meteorology Museum, locker 221.”
Wu Xie was deep in thought.
"The answer is in this place? Third Uncle asked us to go over and get something.”
Lord Fatty was overjoyed. Could it be?
"Your third uncle sent you a message to get the goods. Could it be that your third uncle has been making a fortune all these years? There might be some big treasure, right? There must be some treasure. Go, go now."
Three black lines slid down Ian's forehead. As expected, he was still the familiar Mr. Fatty.
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