"Are we going back?"
Seeing Zhang Tian heading towards the antique shop, Zhang Qilin couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, we need to report back home. After all, we might be gone for a while when we go to Beidong."
Zhang Tian nodded and walked ahead.
"Bring Daddy Tuan Tuan too, Tuan Tuan wants to see Grandpa and Grandma!"
Just as Zhang Tian took a small step, a voice suddenly came from behind.
The little fox looked at Zhang Tian pitifully.
Her big eyes were even more watery.
To get closer, she was willing to shed her fox dignity and say something like this.
Zhang Tian glared at it.
"We'll talk about it later. Besides, if my parents see a talking fox, I might have two more ancestral tablets at home."
Zhang Tian said this and threw the little fox back home.
"Tch, it's not like I haven't seen them."
The little fox pouted. That night, when Zhang Qilin and Zhang Yufei were drinking, the little fox had secretly slipped over.
She had seen Zhang Tian's parents, but unfortunately, the little creature was timid and afraid of being scolded by Zhang Tian.
So, she only peeked from outside for an entire night.
"Hmph, when Tuan Tuan can transform, I'll give Grandpa and Grandma a big surprise."
The little fox thought to herself, her big eyes rolling.
She was thinking about it happily.
Zhang Tian, accompanied by Zhang Qilin, soon arrived at the antique shop.
As soon as they opened the door, Zhang Tian saw his "cheap" dad watching the store at the counter.
And his mom was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, Qilin is here, quickly, quickly come in."
The moment they entered, his dad bypassed Zhang Tian and directly grabbed Zhang Qilin's hand.
He started to ask about his well-being.
Zhang Tian: "???"
"Dad, we're on the same side, remember? Our trash cans are next to each other."
Seeing this, Zhang Tian felt like a comrade had betrayed him.
"What trash cans are next to each other? It's my and Qilin's trash cans that are next to each other!"
His dad said, pulling Zhang Qilin inside, completely betraying Zhang Tian.
"Dad, you're betraying my love!"
Zhang Tian was dejected and walked towards the ancestral tablet shelf.
"I believe Grandpa is definitely on my side!"
"Grandpa is my favorite!"
Zhang Tian was still unwilling.
When he saw that his grandfather's spiritual tablet was broken, he was dumbfounded.
Is it that much of an issue to share a trash can with me?
Did it scare Grandpa to death?
Perhaps he didn't look at the spiritual tablet because Grandpa was captured by the King of Hell and interrogated severely in the underworld.
Back in the house, Li Xueqin was reading.
In this era, there weren't many interesting programs on television, so women preferred to read at home.
Of course, rural women would be spinning cloth or picking cotton.
Life wasn't fast-paced. Although poor, everyone had a sense of fulfillment on their faces.
"Mom, Qilin and I are planning to go see the snow mountains and travel around."
Zhang Tian looked at his mother and said softly.
Li Xueqin put down her book.
"Qilin, you're going to see the snow mountains and travel around?"
His mother asked.
Zhang Tian: "????"
Didn't I just leave for ten days? How did my family status plummet so drastically? I'm not even as important as the potted plant at the door anymore?
"Yes."
Zhang Qilin saw this and could only nod.
"Alright! It's fine to travel around. Do you have enough money? We have a lot saved up for that brat's wedding, but for Qilin, you should spend it."
His mother said generously. Zhang Tian was speechless.
As expected, he had been forgotten once Qilin arrived.
Heh, what a two-faced attitude!
"Mom, don't you want me anymore?"
Zhang Tian was speechless.
"How could I? You're still Mom's good son!"
Li Xueqin said immediately.
Zhang Tian felt something was off with the way she said it, it sounded the same as how she called him "little turtle."
After that, Zhang Tian stayed in the antique shop for a day.
Indeed, he suffered endlessly.
Two days later, at the North Railway Station, Zhang Tian and the others boarded the train to Beidong.
Zhang Tian didn't bring much this time.
A wooden sword, a bagua mirror, a broken wooden sword (from the Qingfeng Mountain Taoist temple), a compass, and so on.
As for Fatty, he carried bags and packages on his back. Fatty was mainly responsible for carrying things.
And in his jade pendant hid the soul of Princess Wang.
The four of them boarded the train.
As they boarded, in the crowd, a figure in red was watching the train carriage.
After watching for a long time, Er Yuehong shook his head slightly and finally left the spot.
Xie Yuchen's departure was very secretive, almost no one knew, except for Huo Xiuxiu who happened to run into him.
At this moment, in the Huo family.
"Xiuxiu, are you saying that the Xie family's young master was with a mysterious man and bought new cotton clothes?"
An elder with white hair but a face that looked like she was in her forties spoke with a hoarse voice and deep eyes.
"Yes, Grandma. Do you think Hua Hua is planning to do something important recently?"
Huo Xiuxiu's voice was crisp and echoed in the small room.
"It's nothing more than the Medicine King's Tomb. However, they won't succeed, because that map is only a fragment."
"No one knows the true location of the Medicine King's Tomb. However, it's surprising that the Xie family wants to pick up their old business."
"Investigate the men who are cooperating with the Xie family. Anyone who can cooperate with the Xie family must be extraordinary."
Grandma Xiu Xiu said, and Huo Xiuxiu nodded and hurried out.
On the train, Xie Yuchen looked at the scenery outside, watching people boarding one after another, his heart felt somewhat complicated.
Each of those people had dark complexions, wore coarse cloth clothing, and some even carried square cloth bags on their backs as they left Beili City.
"Why are so many people boarding the train now?"
Xie Yuchen couldn't help but ask, his voice carrying a hint of confusion.
"It's only a few months until Spring Festival, so naturally, more people are going home. Plus, this is the only railway line from Beili, so there are more people."
Hu Bayi said, and Xie Yuchen nodded.
"Hey, it's a good thing our boss has connections with the train station, otherwise, it would be hard to get a car to Beidong. Hua Ye, you don't even know this common sense."
When Fatty seized an opportunity, he even showed a smile on his face.
He, Fatty, had finally stood up once today.
Xie Yuchen didn't say much, his gaze swept over the coming and going crowd. Perhaps this was the obsession with returning home.
Even if it was two months in advance, it would still be crowded.
Zhang Tian's gaze shifted to the people outside.
"In this era, alas, some starve to death while others feast."
Zhang Tian sighed, and Fatty quickly nodded in agreement.
"Right, if it weren't for Boss, I'm afraid we wouldn't even know where our next meal would come from!"
Fatty said, looking outside. The next moment, he shouted.
"Damn it, a thief!"
He shouted, but with so many people outside, it was impossible to see who the thief was.
Zhang Tian shook his head and said nothing more.
At this moment, in the interrogation room.
Fatty's shout about the thief startled countless people.
[Hypothetically, I'm just saying hypothetically, if the Nine Gates didn't control ninety percent of the tomb raiders in Xia Country, how many of our country's tombs would be lost?]
[Stop hypothesizing. According to investigations, some ancient tombs have indeed been damaged, but many cultural relics have been salvaged.]
[In this broad context, it's already quite good that so many cultural relics have been preserved.]
[In this day and age, children can be stolen, let alone tombs.]
[Damn those traffickers! They should all be killed by vengeful spirits.]
[Wait! Is there a possibility that we're blaming Zhang Tian and the others for the tombs damaged by other tomb raiders?]
[!!!!!!!!]
For a moment, the entire room fell silent.