Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye. Tomorrow is the day when the superiors will arrange for us to go down to the tomb.

Huang Yu, the head of the immortals in the hall, stroked his short sword "Morning Enlightenment" with a worried expression.

(The treasure given by Huang Zuo, the head of the Huang family, is detailed in Chapter 0152 of this book: Brother Dog, you are too cruel.)

"Yu Hongtu, as the last person to be cut in half at the waist, is no ordinary vengeful ghost."

"Quantum, this journey will be difficult!"

As Zhao Youliang tidied up the odds and ends he had brought, he nodded slightly.

"I know it's dangerous, Brother Yu, and I also know I might not come back, but I have to go!"

"Even if it weren't for my unlucky Sparrow Spirit, I have to go for Granny Wenmi and Uncle Sun!"

“This time, nobody needs to come with me, not even Xiao Liao. He has to stay home and watch over this wretched shop.”

"I'll just bring Big Yellow and Egg Boy."

Upon hearing that his name had been called, the big yellow dog, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, immediately became alert and began to growl as it slowly approached Zhao Youliang.

His eyes were full of hostility.

Fortunately, Xiaojiaozi intervened, saving Zhao Youliang from a severe beating.

As for the other party involved, Chang Jie, he remained the same as always: listless and seemingly uninterested in everything.

He was lying on his memorial tablet, puffing on his cigarette, his large and small eyes filled with confusion.

"My parents are dragons, but I'm just a maggot. How can you explain this to me...?"

Zhao Youliang had carefully considered why he only brought Big Yellow Dog and Chang Jie with him.

Chang Jie goes without saying; he comes from a distinguished family and is incredibly capable, so he won't actually lose his life even if he encounters danger.

The big yellow dog is a tough nut to crack, and its strength is far more than it appears on the surface.

If it weren't for the fact that the big yellow dog was such a scoundrel, always bullying female dogs, Zhao Youliang would have even suspected that it was a reclusive master who enjoyed the pleasures of the world.

Just like Zhou Botong, the mischievous old man in TV dramas.

Unfortunately, it wasn't... After all, there wasn't that reclusive master who would have the hobby of pampering female dogs and giving birth to a whole town of puppies.

......

Upon hearing Zhao Youliang's decision, Liao Zhiyuan wanted to "argue with reason," but he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone just as he was about to speak. It was a call from the organization.

After the call connected, he said impatiently, "Can you stop rushing us? We've got it in mind, get ready to die!"

"Oh, by the way, where are the other archaeological team members? Where do we meet tomorrow?!"

"What?! Nobody else? Just the two of us?!"

"Holy crap..."

After hanging up the phone, Liao Zhiyuan's face showed even more helplessness.

Zhao Youliang, who was willing to risk everything, didn't care. On the contrary, he felt it was better not to be burdened by ordinary people.

So that we don't have to be distracted by taking care of them when we encounter danger.

After confirming that the talismans, paper figures, paper horses, and ritual implements were all prepared, Zhao Youliang left the paper shop alone and went straight to the bank.

She transferred all the money in her own card to her adoptive father's card, leaving only four thousand.

This four thousand yuan wasn't for myself, but to be given to Sister Yingchun as food money for Big Yellow Dog and Little Dumpling for the next period of time.

If I really can't come back, someone will have to take care of them.

This was a promise Zhao Youliang had made long ago...

After transferring the money, Zhao Youliang took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Only after he felt that he was in a stable state and that no one would hear him "giving his last words" did he take out his phone and call his adoptive father.

Zhao Youliang's biggest worry was his adoptive father and younger sister.

"Hello, Dad? This is Quantum. Did I disturb your nap?"

"I'm fine, I just wanted to ask if you're doing well?"

"Oh, oh, oh, that's fine, I'm fine too."

"Dad, it's getting colder and colder. Remember to wear more clothes. You've only just recovered from your illness."

"Also, don't be too stingy with what you eat and drink, just take good care of yourself..."

As he spoke, Zhao Youliang was already in tears.

However, he could only barely bear it and try not to let his voice change.

Even so, the elderly person on the other end of the phone sensed something was wrong and immediately asked with concern.

"Quantum, what's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen to you?!"

"Did your boss upset you? If it's really unbearable, let's quit."

"Quit your job and come back. Dad won't need money anymore, and you can go out to work and earn money to supplement the family income. You don't have to work too hard!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang's eyes welled up with even more tears.

He quickly replied in a calmer tone, "Dad, what could possibly be wrong with me? Don't overthink it."

"It's just that the wind outside is strong, and it's making my throat a little uncomfortable."

"Alright, Dad, I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to get back to work!"

After speaking, Zhao Youliang hurriedly hung up the phone to prevent himself from choking up.

Seeing that no one was around, she quickly wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve.

"Damn it, why am I so unlucky? One thing after another keeps happening."

"Before, we were just poor, but now, it's terrible!"

While wiping away his tears, Zhao Youliang tried to calm himself down again, and then dialed his sister's number.

After the call connected, a sweet voice came from the other end: "Hello, brother!"

"Haha, I was just about to call you when you called me! Aren't we telepathically connected?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang subconsciously smiled and said, "Of course!"

"Who else could I miss if not my sister? Haha!"

"By the way, Wenzi, are you doing well? Are you busy with your studies?"

Hearing Zhao Youliang inquire about her studies, Zhao Wenzi on the other end felt a little guilty.

In order to ease Zhao Youliang's burden and help him share the pressure of life, Zhao Wenzi gave up taking the postgraduate entrance examination after graduating from undergraduate studies, and is now waiting for an interview with her resume in hand.

Feeling guilty, Zhao Wenzi hesitated for a moment before quickly trying to change the subject.

"What? Bro, what did you say? My signal is bad, I can't hear you!"

"Are you doing well? Oh, that's good!"

"I'll hang up now if there's nothing else, bro... Oh right, one of my roommates has seen your photos and knows about our family situation. He said he really admires you."

"I'll introduce you to him in a few days, haha!"

Looking at the phone that had been hung up, Zhao Youliang felt helpless, but as long as he heard his sister was happy, that was enough.

As for the female classmate Zhao Youliang, she showed absolutely no interest, perhaps because she had lost the Sparrow's Soul...

On the other end, Zhao Wenzi, after hanging up the phone, patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, clutching his resume, he waited for his turn for the interview.

At the same time, I secretly encouraged myself: This is a big company, and they pay high salaries.

As long as I get hired, I'm not afraid of any hardship or fatigue... If my brother isn't afraid of hardship, I can't be either!

This is the reality of children from poor families maturing early, a kind of helplessness in real life... just like the author.