Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

Wu Xie.

Hai Shao lay sprawled on the edge of the cliff, utterly stunned, as if struck by lightning. He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Wu Xie, but it was too late.

"Ah, help."

At this moment, Wu Xie had already fallen off the cliff and was plummeting through the air, screaming for help. Just when he thought he was going to die, a hand suddenly grabbed him. Turning his head, he saw that it was Wu Tianjiao.

Moreover, he felt as if he wasn't descending anymore, but rather ascending. Looking up, he saw an umbrella spinning rapidly overhead. It was the same umbrella that he had seen Wu Tianjiao holding earlier, the one that was bulletproof.

Wu Xie was no longer frightened; instead, he became particularly interested in the umbrella.

This umbrella is amazing!

Not only can it fight, it can also fly; I've never seen such an amazing umbrella before. After Wu Tianjiao carried Wu Xie up the cliff...

Ah Ning and his men were also dumbfounded. To fall from such a high cliff and still survive and climb back up—they wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

Wu Tianjiao put away the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella. The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella immediately transformed into another form. Originally nearly two meters long, the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella now grew to the length of an ancient sword, which Wu Tianjiao carried on his back.

It could actually be shorter, but because the black gold ancient sword is inserted inside the umbrella, it cannot be made shorter.

However, even so, it still leaves people speechless.

Wu Tianjiao's weapons are like those of a Transformer.

So, do you still want the bull's head?

Wu Tianjiao stepped forward and looked at A Ning, asking her a question.

Ah Ning glanced at the cliff; she knew Old K was dead and would never return. She frowned and made a difficult decision.

"Walk."

He then led everyone away from there.

Although the mission is not yet complete, staying alive is the most important thing right now.

If they continue to insist on completing the tasks assigned to them by their boss, their fate will likely be the same as Old K's.

"Brother, your umbrella is amazing! May I take a look?"

"Hey, Shao ran over and said."

Wu Tianjiao's Thousand Manifestations Umbrella was the most powerful, awesome, and coolest weapon he had ever seen in his life, without exception. As he spoke, he reached out to touch the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella that Wu Tianjiao carried on his back.

But Wu Xie stopped him.

"Hey, what are you doing? You can't just touch other people's things. Didn't your teachers teach you that when you were in school?" Although Wu Xie also wanted to see Wu Tianjiao's Thousand Chance Umbrella, he remained relatively calm.

Hi Shao could only withdraw his hand in displeasure. Wu Xie looked at Wu Tianjiao, "Brother, thank you, thank you for saving us just now. May we ask your name? Would you be willing to have a drink nearby to express our gratitude?"

Wu Tianjiao saved Wu Xie today, and given Wu Xie's personality, he certainly wouldn't just invite Wu Tianjiao for a drink.

Even a drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude in return, let alone a life-saving favor.

Wu Xie's plan was to invite Wu Tianjiao for a drink first, so they could get to know each other, since there would be plenty of time in the future. He could repay Wu Tianjiao's life-saving grace later. But Wu Tianjiao was somewhat absent-minded, staring intently into the distance, searching for something.

Wu Xie was a little confused. "Brother, what are you looking for? Why don't you tell us, and we can help you look for it?" "No need."

A hint of disappointment lingered in Wu Tianjiao's words. He remembered that Zhang Qiling would also come here in the TV series adapted from the original novel. That's why he was here today at 7:20. But he had searched for a long time without finding any trace of Zhang Qiling. Wu Tianjiao couldn't help but feel disappointed.

However, Wu Tianjiao believed that he and Xiao Ge would eventually meet again. Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Qiling, dressed in a trench coat, stood on a rooftop not far away. He carried a long, black-gold ancient sword on his back and held the spiral umbrella Wu Tianjiao had given him. His expression remained as cold as ever.

At that moment, he was on the phone with Wu Sansheng. Actually, Zhang Qiling wasn't used to using cell phones. But Wu Sansheng had asked him for a favor and given him a cell phone, saying it would be more convenient. If he helped him with this favor, he would tell him the truth about what happened back then.

"Hey buddy, have you found my nephew? How is he now? Did you rescue him from those people?" Wu Sansheng asked on the phone.

“It wasn’t me. But your nephew is safe now,” Zhang Qiling said in a cool tone. His words were concise, but sometimes they were really hard to understand.

Fortunately, Wu Sansheng had spent some time with Xiao Ge when he was young.

So even though he didn't finish his sentence, he could roughly guess what he meant. "What? Not you, bro? How could that be?!"

Chapter 173: Little Fatty, Wang Yueban

I've already investigated the group that was chasing Wu Xie. They're an extremely powerful overseas tomb raiding gang. Besides you, Brother, who else could have rescued my nephew? Could it be that the police have gotten involved?"

Zhang Qiling didn't speak, but hung up the phone and looked at Wu Tianjiao standing on the edge of the cliff. Brother Wu, we finally meet again.

Wu Tianjiao, Wu Xie, and Hai Shao arrived at a local restaurant. Since they were in Mongolia, they followed local customs and ordered a whole mutton, milk tea, and mare's milk wine, which were also indispensable.

Wu Xie and Hai Shao were holding wine bowls.

"Brother Wu, have a drink. Thank you for saving us today."

Wu Tianjiao picked up his wine bowl, the three of them clinked glasses, and then all three tilted their heads back and drank it all in one gulp. Only Wu Tianjiao finished the wine in his bowl.

But Wu Xie and Hai Shao almost choked on the strong mare's milk liquor. It was so spicy!

That's absolutely not something a human should drink.

Wu Tianjiao smiled, then picked up the wine bowl, shook his head, and drank the wine in one gulp. Wu Xie's appearance reminded him of his own youth.

He seemed to be in the same state the first time he drank such strong liquor. Shirley Yang even told him not to show off.

Wu Xie is still too young.

Lacking social experience, he immediately asked the owner for the strongest liquor. After drinking for a while, the group had become quite familiar with each other. Wu Xie then took out the artifact he had almost risked his life to protect. Looking at the item in his hand, Wu Xie frowned deeply.

"This isn't the ox head from the Chinese zodiac; it's just an ordinary ox head passed down from the Qing Dynasty. Why did those people..."

"It doesn't make sense that they would go to such lengths, sending so many people to chase us for thousands of kilometers just to take this back. Since they have so many people, they must be very wealthy."

"There's no need to make such a fuss over something worth four or five million. Aren't they afraid of the police?" Wu Xie couldn't understand it more and more.

But something just felt off. Wu Tianjiao smiled. "Perhaps what they're after isn't this bull's head, perhaps there's some hidden secret within the bull's head you have?"

"Is there a hidden secret?" Wu Xie was taken aback. He then carefully examined the bull's head. Sure enough, Wu Xie found something resembling a silk scroll inside the bull's head.

There are also words on it, one of which seems to be the script of the Jurchen people of the Eastern Xia Kingdom.

However, Wu Xie saw these words as if they were a book written in a foreign language; they recognized him, but he did not recognize them.

As for Hai Shao, having grown up abroad, he's even less likely to recognize these characters. Brother Wu, do you recognize the characters on these?"

Wu Xie handed the Warring States silk scroll to Wu Tianjiao.

Just as Wu Tianjiao was about to speak, a portly man walked over from the opposite table. Not exactly obese, just rather heavy, but with a sturdy build. He spoke with a thick Beijing accent.

"Friends, may I take a look at this thing you're holding?" Upon seeing this stranger, Wu Xie immediately became wary, fearing that this man was in cahoots with A Ning and the others.

"Young man, why are you looking at me like that? I'm really not a bad person. I'm an antique enthusiast. I just came here without realizing it because I saw some old things here."

As he spoke, the fat man pulled out his ID card.

"If you don't believe me, you can look at my ID card. Really, I'm definitely not a bad person."

Wu Xie was skeptical of his words, but in the end he still took his ID card.

I carefully compared the photo on the ID card with the man himself.

"Wang Yueban?"

Just as Wang Yueban was about to nod, Hai Shao spat out a mouthful of milk tea. He then clutched his stomach and burst into laughter. "Wang Yueban, Wang Yueban, how can anyone have such a strange name?" he laughed incessantly.

Wang Yueban slapped the table. "Hey buddy, are you seriously ill? Is the name your parents gave you really something to make you laugh like this?"

Wu Xie also felt that Hai had gone unusually far.

He hurriedly apologized to Wang Yueban, "Don't be angry, buddy. My friend didn't mean it that way."

Wang Yueban looked at Wu Xie.

Look at him, so humble and polite. He's clearly a positive and hardworking person who hasn't forgotten his roots. Unlike some people who think that just because they've studied abroad for a few days, they've forgotten their own surnames. And what about "Hai Shao"? Are there any surnames like "Hai" in our country's Hundred Family Surnames?

"You..." Hai Shao slammed his hand on the table, also somewhat angry.

However, Wu Xie stopped him.

"Wang...Wang Yueban..." Wu Xie called out awkwardly.

Even Wang Yueban herself found it awkward to listen to. Troublesome.

"Actually, I have another name. In the martial arts world, everyone calls me Fatty Wang. You can just call me Fatty. Of course, if you'd like to call me Fatty Master, I have no objection."

Wu Xie's lips twitched twice, thinking to himself that this fat man was really not polite.

They had barely met when he made them call him "Grandpa".

Wu Xie glanced at Wu Tianjiao, and Wu Tianjiao nodded at him.

Wu Xie immediately felt relieved.

"Fatty, you just said you're an antique enthusiast, right? I suppose you're quite knowledgeable about history. Could you please help me figure out what's written on this silk scroll?"

The fat man patted Wu Xie on the shoulder.

"Young comrade, let me tell you, you have a good eye for talent. Although I, Fatty, can't be considered a scholar with extensive knowledge, I am well-read."

"I know the history of China for five thousand years, no matter which dynasty or era it is."

Wu Tianjiao shook his head helplessly after hearing what the fat man said.

Well, I've run into another braggart.

This fat guy seems to enjoy bragging even more than that fat guy.

The key point is that Wu Xie actually believed him.