Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

Wu Sansheng found two families in the village and wanted to borrow a few empty rooms.

The homeowner was a dark-skinned fisherman who initially waved his hand in refusal.

Wu Sansheng didn't waste any more words. He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table.

The man's gaze lingered on the banknotes for a moment, and his expression changed from troubled to enthusiastic.

He grinned from ear to ear, quickly tidied up the house, and even took away the dried fish drying in the yard to prevent them from smelling fishy.

Wu Wei settled Zhang Qiling in the innermost room and carefully placed him on the bed.

Zhang Qiling lay quietly, breathing steadily, and some color had returned to her face.

Wu Wei sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the back of his shirt, and reached out to touch the skin on his back.

The area is now smooth and flat, without a single scar, as if the explosion and the bloody wounds were just a dream.

His fingers lingered on that patch of skin unconsciously for a moment, his eyes somewhat dazed.

"Don't worry, he's fine." 999's voice echoed in my mind.

Wu Wei withdrew his hand, pulled Zhang Qiling's clothes back up, and asked himself:

"Has his innate talent also been restored?"

999 answered readily, "Yes, but I can't remember them all at once."

Wu Wei frowned: "Why?"

"The human brain has its limits. If all memories were flooded in at once, he wouldn't be able to handle it. Memories will gradually resurface in daily life, minimizing the impact on him."

Wu Wei remained silent for a while, then lowered his head to look at Zhang Qiling's calm face.

The divine gift that had trapped him for half his life could finally stop tormenting him.

She reached out and brushed the stray hairs from Zhang Qiling's forehead, whispering, "Brother, wake up soon."

Then he got up, closed the door, and went to find Wu Sansheng.

Wu Sansheng was sitting in the main room drinking water when he saw Wu Wei come in. He was about to ask about Zhang Qiling's situation when Wu Wei cut him off with a single sentence.

"Third Uncle, I saw a sentence inside."

Wu Sansheng paused for a moment, holding his teacup, and looked up at Wu Wei.

After a moment, he put down his teacup and waved to Panzi beside him, "Panzi, you can go out now."

Pan Zi glanced at their expressions, asked no further questions, turned around, and left, closing the door behind him.

Only the uncle and nephew remained in the house.

Wu Sansheng leaned back in his chair, his hands folded on his knees, waiting for Wu Wei to speak.

Wu Wei also looked at Wu Sansheng, then slowly found a chair and sat down, waiting for him to speak.

The two sat facing each other, neither speaking first.

Finally, Wu Sansheng lost his temper first, pointing at Wu Wei with a tone of helplessness and annoyance:

"You and Wu Erbai are just as annoying."

Wu Wei nodded: "I understand. I'll tell my dad when I get back."

Wu Sansheng glared angrily, "Where did you go from crying like that just now?"

Wu Wei remained unfazed: "Limited edition, only available after the deadline."

Wu Sansheng was speechless, so he drank some cold water to calm his anger.

The cup landed softly on the table. He took a deep breath, his tone becoming serious:

"How much do you know?"

Wu Wei raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a light tone, "That depends on how much Third Uncle wants me to know."

Wu Sansheng glared at him again for his ambiguous words.

He paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Do you know someone named Jie Lianhuan?"

Wu Wei's expression was calm, his tone indifferent, but he dropped a bombshell:

"Yes, I know him. I even called him 'Third Uncle' before."

"you--"

Wu Sansheng suddenly stood up, the chair leg scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

He pointed at Wu Wei, "You, you, you..."

Wu Wei raised his hand and pressed it down, making a gesture to calm down:

"Third Uncle, don't be so surprised, keep your voice down."

Wu Sansheng took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions, and sat down again, lowering his voice to ask, "How did you know?"

Wu Wei looked at him helplessly: "Third Uncle, I can tell that your temperament has changed drastically from time to time over the years."

"You're so sure just because of that?" Wu Sansheng couldn't believe it.

Wu Wei took the photo he found in the underwater tomb out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over:

"I happened to see that sentence, and I happened to find this, and I happened to guess a bit of it."

Wu Sansheng took the photo, raised his hand to rub his temples, and spoke with a hint of frustration at his plans being disrupted:

"You brat, you've ruined the place I worked so hard to decorate."

Wu Wei recalled the bloody mess on Zhang Qiling's back, his gaze darkened, and his voice turned cold:

"It's not exactly a nice place."

Wu Sansheng knew he hadn't recovered from the trauma of the explosion, so he didn't press the issue further and changed the subject: "What else do you know?"

Wu Wei said expressionlessly, "I know a little bit."

"You little sly fox, trying to outsmart your third uncle!"

Wu Sansheng instantly lost his composure and slammed his fist on the table in anger.

He had painstakingly planned this scheme for so many years, only to have it seen through by this kid in a flash, and now he's playing riddles with him.

"He's so impatient," 999 thought to herself.

Wu Wei silently added in his mind:

"Why don't you think about what you forgot to give me before you went into hibernation?"

999 paused for a moment, her tone utterly innocent:

"Didn't I already put the Ghost Lotus and Longevity Ginseng in the host's backpack?"

Wu Wei's voice became even more wistful: "For example, I was seriously injured at the time, or I was missing a card..."

"! 』

999 Shocking! My main system! I forgot to put the healing card in!

999's voice trembled several octaves with guilt:

"Um...you guys chat first, I'm going back to the data center to do a virus scan."

After saying that, there was no sound. I don't know if he really went back to the data center or if he was too afraid to speak.

Seeing that Wu Wei remained silent, Wu Sansheng felt a pang of unease, as if being scratched by a cat.

After waiting for a long time without any response, he finally sighed helplessly: "Speak, what exactly do you want?"

Seeing that Wu Sanxing had finally asked the question, Wu Wei stopped beating around the bush and revealed the true purpose of his trip:

"You must have found out something over the years, right? I'd like to know too."

Wu Sansheng's expression turned serious: "You also want to deal with the Wang family?"

Wu Wei curled the corners of his lips, but there was no warmth in that smile: "Third Uncle is joking. Who wouldn't want to deal with the Wang family?"

The original novel does not explicitly show the person in charge of the Wang family, so he cannot determine who that person is.

Moreover, there are too many variables in this world now, so it's hard to say whether the plot will be accurate.

Wu Sansheng stared at him for a while, then asked, "What do you want to know?"

Who is currently in charge of the Wang family?

Wu Sansheng pondered for a moment: "He's very mysterious. All we know is that his name is Wang Shuo, but no one has ever seen what he looks like."

Wu Wei then asked, "Does the family have any common symbols?"

Wu Sansheng shook his head: "Core members have phoenix tattoos, while ordinary members don't have any markings."

Wu Wei nodded, made the information to mind, and then stood up.

Wu Sansheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was finally leaving.

But Wu Wei stopped at the door.

"What else do you want to do?" Wu Sansheng asked warily.

Wu Wei didn't turn around: "There is indeed one more thing."

Wu Sansheng felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples with his fingers: "Speak."

With his back to Wu Sansheng, Wu Wei said softly, "I want my third uncle to be safe."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Wu Sansheng sat in the chair, stunned for a long time.

The little fox, who had just been making him grit his teeth in anger, said this before leaving.

Wu Sansheng's headache was gone, he put down his hand that was rubbing his temples, and the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

"You brat."