Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

The next day, Wu Wei woke up early without setting an alarm, which was unusual for him.

As dawn broke, the morning light had not yet fully spread across the Gobi Desert, and the air carried a crisp, cool chill.

He had planned to wash up and then go down to the tomb to take a look, but he didn't expect that Professor Cao had arrived earlier than him and sent a large stack of documents through Yin Fengjue.

Along with them came a batch of bamboo slips and pottery shards, wrapped in soft cloth and carefully piled in a corner of the tent, taking up almost half of the folding table.

Wu Wei stared in disbelief at Yin Fengjue, exclaiming, "These are all mine?"

Yin Fengjue also looked distressed: "Senior brother, the capable are always given more work."

He then sighed and slowly began to explain to Wu Wei.

The team's translators were quite nervous this time.

A while ago, a new imperial tomb was discovered in Shaanxi. It was extremely large and yielded a large number and variety of unearthed cultural relics.

Most of the staff were transferred there, including Professor Yang and his students.

In this industry, if you jump ship before a project is finished, your reputation will be ruined.

Therefore, even though the archaeological team had sufficient funds, they could not find any people in a short time.

Besides Wu Wei and Yin Fengjue, the only other translators for this mass burial site were Professor Cao's three students.

Those three students haven't even graduated yet, and their progress is pitifully slow.

Although Professor Cao is an expert in ancient script translation, he is also one of the main persons in charge of this project. He is too busy to provide any support, as he is in charge of overall coordination.

This is why, even though not many texts were unearthed, Professor Cao still asked Professor Yang to invite Wu Wei over.

There's nobody here!

"Senior brother, just consider this a favor in an emergency," Yin Fengjue said, becoming increasingly guilty.

"Once I'm done with this, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Wu Wei looked up at the sky speechlessly: "This isn't about being capable or incapable; they're treating me like a donkey in the production team."

Upon hearing this, Yin Fengjue's face fell even more.

He was Professor Yang's student, and in theory, he should have been on the same project as Professor Yang.

But when I heard that an imperial tomb had been opened in Shaanxi, I felt that the workload of building an imperial tomb was too complicated, so I didn't go.

Like Wu Wei, he came from a good family and had no desire for fame or fortune.

Professor Yang didn't force him and recommended him to Professor Cao's project team.

Yin Fengjue was quite pleased with himself at the time, thinking to himself, how much stuff could a mass burial tomb possibly contain?

They arrived with their luggage, full of enthusiasm.

To their surprise, once they got started, they discovered that there were only four translators for a single burial site, and three of them were still in the training stage.

He was devastated, but he managed to keep working only because of his professional ethics.

He was overjoyed when he learned a few days ago that Wu Wei was coming.

My senior brother is highly talented and fast; if the two of them work together, they'll definitely be free in no time.

"Good luck, senior!"

Yin Fengjue encouraged Wu Wei and went back to work hard, determined to escape his suffering as soon as possible.

Wu Wei looked back at Zhang Qiling with a miserable expression and said plaintively, "Brother, I'm so miserable."

Zhang Qiling picked up his coat from the bedside and handed it to him, saying, "Go eat first. I'll watch it with you later."

Wu Wei was taken aback, then his eyes lit up.

Yes, the young man should be able to understand it.

999 also popped up at this moment, silently raising its hand in its mind: "Me too."

Wu Wei straightened his back instantly.

999 had been dormant for so long that it had completely forgotten it could "cheat" like this.

With two heavyweight helpers in place at the same time, what kind of donkey is this? He's clearly a translation machine with a cheat code.

Humming a little tune, he put his bowl and chopsticks away and walked towards the cafeteria with Zhang Qiling.

Go eat dry rice!

After breakfast, Wu Wei sat down in front of the pile of bamboo slips and pottery shards and officially began his work.

With Zhang Qiling by his side, Wu Wei didn't dare let 999 help him too openly.

I only had 999 translate some obscure symbols that required a lot of research, and I filled in the rest of the stumbling parts myself.

Zhang Qiling had not systematically studied ancient script translation; he could only understand the general meaning. So he helped Wu Wei sort out the order of the characters.

With two "cheat codes," Wu Wei's speed became astonishing.

By the end of the morning, he had processed most of the pottery shards piled on the table.

Outside the tent, the sun was already high in the sky, making the tent fabric slightly hot.

Wu Wei rubbed his slightly sore neck, looked up and saw that Yin Fengjue had brought another batch of bamboo slips and was standing expectantly at the door.

"Senior brother..."

Wu Wei waved his hand impatiently: "Put it down, put it down, we'll talk about it this afternoon."

Yin Fengjue felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he left the bamboo slips behind and ran away.

Lunch was still terrible.

The menu was different today. Wu Wei casually ordered a portion, but before he had even eaten a few bites, he gave it all to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling knew that he couldn't get used to the food, and he was also sure that Wu Wei wouldn't go hungry, so he let him be.

He accepted all the food that Wu Wei shared with him.

After finishing their meal, Wu Wei yawned and pulled Zhang Qiling toward the tent.

"Work belongs to others, but your body is your own. Enjoy yourself for a while."

Zhang Qiling nodded in deep agreement.

The two then returned to their respective cots.

A breeze was blowing outside the tent, making the curtains rustle.

Zhang Qiling didn't draw the curtains tightly; she just lay on the outside, blocking the light leaking in from the doorway for Wu Wei.

Listening to Wu Wei's breathing quickly become even, she slowly closed her eyes as well.

In his vision, Wu Wei needed to enjoy this forever.

There's no need to touch those dark and heavy things.

Wu Wei was lucky; he wasn't born into the Zhang family and wasn't forced into the destiny of "Qilin blood" before he even became aware of things.

He has a loving father, close friends, and the right to freely choose his own life.

Zhang Qiling was always grateful for this.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Zhang family treats Wu Wei with utmost care now. Besides Wu Wei himself being quite likable, it's mostly because of his Qilin bloodline.

The Zhang family's lineage traces back to the blood of the Qilin. After the destruction of their main branch in the Northeast, the pure-blooded Qilin lineage nearly disappeared.

They desperately wanted a little Qilin.

Wu Wei was, in their eyes, a treasure bestowed by heaven.

He was young, of pure blood, and had a likable personality.

Perhaps over time, the Zhang family developed genuine feelings for him, which even began to transcend blood ties and gradually transformed into a kind of affection akin to that for a cub.

But Zhang Qiling had experienced the same period as his family.

His childhood, adolescence, and youth were all imprisoned within a curse called bloodline.

He had personally experienced all those cold rules, inhuman trials, and the shackles of the bronze gate.

Therefore, even though the Zhang family is treating Wu Wei very well now, he still instinctively resists those people getting too close.

Whether you say he was once bitten by a snake and is afraid of ropes for ten years, or that he judges others by his own standards, he didn't want Wu Wei to be harmed in any way.

Wu Weihe should always be happy.

Even if it means he has to pay a price.

He has lived alone for so long, so it doesn't matter if he lives alone a little longer.

Wu said he wanted to always be happy.

Eating ice cream in winter and watching stars in spring, there is never a gloom.