Wu Yu Saves the World

Chapter 151: Grave Robbers' Chronicles Qi Yu 33

The past events that Qi Yu recounted were as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on Xie Yuchen, causing him to stagger a few steps and almost fall.

"No wonder! No wonder, before Master died, he kept warning me not to marry a woman from the Huo family."

"So...hahaha! Grandpa...Dad, Mom, I am sorry for you."

"Xiao Yu'er, the Huo family must disappear!"

Only then did Xie Yuchen understand Xie Lianhuan's good intentions. He chose to let himself hate him rather than allow himself to be exposed to this hatred.

In a pair of bright red eyes, there was mist filled with hatred.

Tears fall silently in memory of our deceased loved ones.

Pain and suffocation, all because the murderer who caused the blood feud is still at large and planning for the future.

Qi Yu looked at Xie Yuchen, who was filled with hatred, and pulled his hand with heartache, and comforted him softly as if he were a child.

"Brother Xiaohua, I will work with you to make those people pay with blood."

The sunlight shone through the gaps onto Qi Yu and Jie Yuchen, as gentle as a mother's hand, gently soothing the hearts that wanted to kill someone.

After Xie Yuchen's mood returned to normal, Qi Yu arranged for the people from the Seventeenth Inn to pick up Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, while she and Xie Yuchen returned to Beijing first.

Ten minutes later, the people from Inn 17 found Wu Xie and Fatty Wang and took them back to Inn 17.

At the same time, they also learned that Qi Yu and Xie Yuchen had already gone to Beijing.

After returning to the Seventeenth Inn and washing up briefly, Fatty Wang proudly took out a round stone.

Wu Xie looked at it intently, thinking secretly in his heart.

"Is this a night-shining pearl?"

I saw that the object in front of me was round and smooth, emitting a faint and mysterious light.

When Fatty Wang on the side saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up, his face was full of joy, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Oh my God! We are so lucky this time! With such a big night-shining pearl, we are going to get rich!"

When Wu Xie heard this, he became curious and reached out to take the so-called "night pearl".

However, after taking a closer look, he couldn't help but smile disdainfully, and said with disdain.

"What night-shining pearl? It's just an ordinary fish-eye stone! There are all kinds of things like this on the street. They are not worth much money at all. At most, they are enough for the two of us to have a simple meal."

Fatty Wang was originally filled with joy, but at this moment he felt as if struck by lightning, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He stared at the fish-eye stone in his hand with wide eyes and muttered in disbelief.

"No way... How is that possible? I thought I could really make a fortune this time..."

The disappointment was beyond words, as if all the energy had been drained out of him.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xie treated Fatty Wang to a big meal, which helped him recover.

After returning to the room, Wu Xie sat at the desk, closed his eyes, and tried hard to recall every detail in the underwater tomb.

Gradually, a clear picture emerged in his mind.

He picked up a pen and paper and began to carefully draw a map of the mysterious underwater tomb.

Every passage, every tomb chamber, and even every mechanism and trap were carefully described by him.

This map is not only extremely detailed, but also marks various places where secrets may be hidden.

After finishing, Wu Xie took a deep breath, handed the map to Fatty Wang beside him, and whispered.

"Fatty, take a look at this picture. I think there must be a lot of things in here that we haven't discovered yet."

Fatty Wang took the map, looked at it carefully, and exclaimed from time to time.

"Oh my god, you drew this really well."

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at Fatty Wang and asked his own question.

"Have you ever wondered why the young man has always remained young, while the archaeologists who went to the tomb with him have all grown old? There must be a reason!"

When it comes to Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie's heart is full of doubts.

This taciturn man seems to carry countless secrets, but he always helps them at critical moments.

Wu Xie also has many questions about the archaeological team of that year.

After the two discussed for a while, the topic naturally turned to the Yunding Palace.

Fatty Wang frowned and said.

"How naive! Whether this Yunding Palace actually exists is still unknown! If there really is such a place, where is it hidden? We can't blindly believe those legends!"

Wu Xie nodded, indicating that he agreed with Fatty's opinion.

However, deep down in his heart, there was an irrepressible curiosity that drove him to find the truth.

After all, the bizarre events they have experienced are already hard to believe. If the Yunding Palace really exists, perhaps it can solve the huge conspiracy behind these mysteries.

After a night's rest, the two said goodbye to each other at the airport.

Wu Xie rushed back to Hangzhou exhausted and went straight to Wu Sanxing's residence without stopping.

However, what he didn't expect was that he would meet Pan Zi unexpectedly here.

As soon as he saw Pan Zi, Wu Xie couldn't wait to ask about the whereabouts of Wu Sansheng's laptop.

After searching for a while, the two finally found a laptop that seemed to be the target.

But when Wu Xie looked at it carefully, he was disappointed to find that this was not Wu Sansheng's item.

"Whose is this?"

Wu Xie put the laptop into his backpack and then tried.

"By the way, Pan Zi, has my third uncle ever been to Hainan before?"

"Third Master has never been to Hainan."

As Pan Zi spoke, he looked at Wu Xie with a conflicted expression.

Seeing that Pan Zi looked strange, Wu Xie continued to ask.

"In that case, where did Third Uncle go?"

Pan Zi's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing this, Wu Xie knew that Pan Ziding had something difficult to say, so he stopped forcing him and just nodded silently to show his understanding.

Afterwards, Wu Xie took the laptop and left.

After watching Wu Xie leave, Pan Zicai picked up his phone and sent a message.

As night fell, everything was quiet. Wu Xie lay on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

However, this dream was different from the previous ones. He did not see his uncle, but instead a group of hideous and wet witches pounced on him.

They had long hair draped over their shoulders, their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were lifeless, and they let out bursts of shrill cries from their mouths.

Wu Xie was terrified and struggled desperately to escape, but the forbidden women held him tightly and made him unable to move.

Just when Wu Xie was feeling desperate, a sudden scream woke him up from his nightmare.

He sat up, breathing heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, and his heart beating so rapidly that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat.

Wu Xie calmed himself down and recalled the terrible dream he had just had, still feeling a lingering fear.

He couldn't help but recall his previous experiences in the underwater tomb.

Mysterious ancient tombs, strange and terrifying mechanisms, and the dangers hidden in the darkness.

Every scene was vivid in his mind, making his hair stand on end.

Wu Xie secretly wondered where he got the courage and guts to face these unknown fears.

Is it really true, as people often say, that everything is destined?