Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

If over twenty years of pampering were all fake, then what about him? Is Wu Xie still the real one?

What does his twenty-six years amount to?

Wang Yueban, standing to the side, looked at Wu Xie with concern and said, "You can't blame Tianzhen for this. Who knew it would turn out like this? Even a normal person wouldn't think to suspect their own family, right?"

Old Nine turned his gaze back to the window and muttered, "You really can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep."

Wang Yueban choked, "No, Ninth Brother, Ninth Master! That's enough!"

Don't you even see how innocent her face is, as white as paper?

The child is going crazy. He doesn't need you to comfort him, but can't you just say a few less words?

Ninth Brother: Oh.

Wang Yueban: **********

"Innocent....."

"I'm fine."

Wu Xie lowered his eyes slightly, his tone tinged with bitterness: "This is the price, the price of being a member of the Wu family of the Nine Gates."

"Old Jiu is right. I was too stupid, so stupid that I didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to believe it, and didn't dare to investigate."

"I was afraid of overturning all the impressions I had formed over the past twenty years."

Wu Xie leaned back, closed his eyes, raised his hand to cover them, and after a long while said, "Lately, I've been thinking a lot about who I really am. What is the meaning of my life?"

"Naive, don't say that. Don't you still have me, Fatty? I would never betray you."

Wu Xie hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything more.

Old Nine suddenly spoke up: "Wu Xie, are you feeling very upset, very sad, and want to ask, what is real and what is fake?"

Wu Xie opened his eyes. Wang Yueban was about to speak when Wu Xie pulled him aside. Wu Xie looked at him and said, "I know that in your eyes, I'm being pretentious right now."

"No."

Old Nine said softly, "Everyone has the right to be sad, but Wu Xie, although your personality was deliberately cultivated..."

"But you should change."

Lao Jiu calmly turned to look at Wu Xie: "If what happened to you today happened to me, I would be sad, but after the sadness, I would only want to find a way to escape this kind of life."

"If it were Brother Yan, after learning the truth, he would first break Uncle San's legs, then slap Uncle Er twice, and finally tell his father: If you treat your father as a pawn, you should be prepared to be devoured by the pawn."

"Leaving aside the two of us, ask Wang Yueban. If it were him, what would he do? Would he be like you, constantly wallowing in sadness?"

Wu Xie subconsciously looked at Wang Yueban, whose eyes darted away for a moment, and Wu Xie instantly understood.

will not.

Even a fat person wouldn't be as fragile as me.

The ninth brother continued, "I understand all your emotions, which stem from the Wu family's deliberate upbringing of you. But you've grown up now; you're no longer a child."

"The Wu family isn't trying to fool you anymore, are they?"

"So, how long do you plan to hide?"

Wu Xie closed his eyes for a long while, then wiped his face, opened his eyes, looked at Lao Jiu, and said in a much firmer tone, "After saying so much, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

A hint of a smile flashed in Lao Jiu's eyes as he turned back and said, "I need you to go and trespass on a grave."

"address?"

Medog.

"good...."

"Wait a moment!"

Wang Yueban sensed something was amiss, interrupting Wu Xie and leaning back in his chair to ask, "Ninth, can you tell us about this tomb first?"

The ninth brother calmly replied, "Ten deaths without a chance of survival."

"What the hell?! Are you all crazy? A tomb with a certain death sentence, and you're letting Tianzhen wade through it? Fourth Master, that's a waste!"

"Fatty, can't you at least consider that I'm standing here when you say that?"

Wu Xie looked at Wang Yueban with a hint of helplessness. Wang Yueban chuckled and said, "Naive, you know what, Fourth Master is a businessman. A businessman won't do business at a loss. Fourth Master saved your parents and made you his apprentice for three years. He certainly wouldn't let you get killed in the very first tomb."

As he spoke, Wang Yueban patted the chair: "Don't you think so, Ninth Brother?"

Lao Jiu ignored Wang Yueban's words and continued, "Let's go to the Golmud Sanatorium in Qinghai first."

He casually handed over a paper package, which Wu Xie took and opened suspiciously: "What's this?"

Wang Yueban also looked at the paper package with curiosity.

Upon opening the package, I found a stack of photos inside, all of them of Golmud, Qinghai, along with two videotapes and a letter.

"Where did this come from?"

Wu Xie looked at Lao Jiu curiously, and Lao Jiu's tone carried a hint of playfulness: "The videotape was found in Zhang Rishan's Qiongqi Company, and the photos were taken from the videotape."

"Where is this letter?"

Wang Yueban looked at the letter, wondering whether or not to open it.

Then Lao Jiu said, "That letter was written by Chen Wenjing to your third uncle."

"What?"

Wu Xie looked at Wang Yueban in shock, immediately put down the photos and videotapes, and took the letter: "Can I open it?"

"random."

Wu Xie hesitated for a moment, then tore it open and pulled out the letter. Wu Xie and Wang Yueban huddled together to look at the words on the letter.

"It's Chen Wenjing's handwriting."

The letter contained only a few short sentences.

However, the amount of information is enormous.

{Sanxing, I know you've already discovered my identity.}

{Something's wrong with the archaeological team from the three provinces, but Huo Ling and I received a secret order and have already arrived at Changbai Mountain.}

{Sansheng, wait for me. I've secretly transferred the fake me and Huo Ling away, and we're preparing to infiltrate the archaeological team.}

{Three provinces, I've noticed something's wrong. The archaeological team members' identities are suspicious; it's Zhang...}

That's all.

Wu Xie and Wang Yueban both looked up. Wu Xie asked anxiously, "Why is there only this much? Zhang what? Is it Zhang Qishan or Little Brother?"

Old Nine shrugged: "I don't know. This was all we got when we received it, but we all agree that it belongs to Zhang Qishan's people."

"After all, this letter was obtained from Zhang Rishan."

"Chairman Zhang? Why would he keep this?"

"Then you'll have to ask Zhang Rishan."

Wu Xie stared silently at the letter, turning it over and over, his mind racing as he tried to understand what Chen Yan had said and what was on the letter.

"Tianzhen, what did you see?"

Wu Xie said in a heavy tone, "It's obvious that Chen Wenjing is someone from above. My third uncle didn't know about this at first, but later, during the Xisha archaeological team, my third uncle, who was not part of the team, discovered Chen Wenjing's identity."

The ninth brother calmly added, "The secret order that Chen Wenjing and Huo Ling received was a false message from your third uncle."

"What is Third Master trying to do?!"

Wang Yueban was confused and looked at Wu Xie. Wu Xie frowned and said, "My third uncle probably already knows that these people have problems and wants to transfer Chen Wenjing and Huo Ling to Changbai Mountain. That way, even if he feeds everyone the Corpse Pill later, at least Chen Wenjing and Huo Ling will be fine."