Chapter 043 Wuxie: My Poor Third Uncle
He originally planned not to get too involved with the other people here. These people looked difficult to get along with, and there would definitely be a lot of trouble if he got involved. He hated trouble the most.
But seeing the expectation in his own little Qilin's eyes and the enthusiasm of other little dogs, he couldn't just turn around and leave, so he simply flew down and stood in front of them.
Wu Sansheng looked at Zhang Moyu in surprise. This man had many similarities with Zhang Qiling. Even Wuxie felt that they might be related, and Wu Sansheng thought even more.
After all, there is still a member of the Zhang family living in the Crescent Hotel, and he knows some bits and pieces about the Zhang family's affairs overseas.
However, no one from the Zhang family had contacted Zhang Qiling in all these years. How could he suddenly appear? Where did this person come from, and what was his purpose in contacting them at this time?
Zhang Moyu didn't like the way Wu Sanxing was looking at him, so he casually bowed to these people.
"Zhang Moyu, I came with my family leader, so don't worry about it."
Although times have changed a long time ago, Zhang Moyu has been struggling in the horror world for most of his life, so it stands to reason that he would not follow these etiquette anymore.
Zhang Moyu also felt that such etiquette was a bit troublesome, but he was still polite and considerate.
In fact, if he was alone like in the horror world, it wouldn't matter if no one knew where he came from.
But with his family members around him, he unconsciously brought out all the etiquette he had used before and gave his family members enough face in front of outsiders.
The Zhang family has always valued family and etiquette.
Systems and etiquette have always been ingrained in the bones of every member of the Zhang family.
The former is because only a strict system can consolidate the strength of the entire family and make the family last forever. Family continuation has always been a matter of concern to all members of the Zhang family.
The latter is because the Zhang family is arrogant. As members of a large family, they must adhere to etiquette and cannot let the family lose face in front of outsiders.
Just like now, Zhang Moyu might call Zhang Qiling "small official" in private, but when there are outsiders around, he will definitely call him "clan leader".
After Zhang Moyu finished speaking, he walked towards Zhang Qiling.
Zhang Qiling didn't like being too close to others, so he kept a distance from the others. Zhang Moyu stood next to Zhang Qiling, clearly giving the power to Zhang Qiling.
This made Wu Sansheng, who wanted to test his background, at a loss for words.
Although Wu Sansheng had a smile on his face, there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes as he looked at him. This smile with a dagger in it made Zhang Moyu feel that Wu Sansheng seemed a little neurotic, so he put on a calm face and ignored Wu Sansheng's inquiring gaze.
Seeing Wuxie looking at him eagerly, he just nodded slightly at Wuxie as a greeting.
Seeing that Zhang Moyu had no intention of talking to him, and that his uncle San was looking at him with ill intentions, Wuxie gave up his eager heart, but his mind inadvertently recalled an idea from the past.
His brother Mo is such a powerful person, but the place where he hid was not even noticed by the master like the younger brother, but his third uncle actually noticed it!
Is this reasonable?
That makes sense!!!
Wuxie's eyes were deep as he recalled the time when he took his grandfather's notes to question Wu Sansheng, asking whether their family had hidden any secret manuals on cultivation or something like that.
Seeing his third uncle's reaction at that time, he felt that his third and second uncles must be hiding something from him. Unfortunately, his third uncle rejected his suggestion outright and fooled him with just a few words.
Now it seems that their family does have some family heritage, and his third uncle is probably the pig who usually hides his true colors and pretends to be a pig to eat the tiger!
Thinking about how my third uncle tried so hard to hide this fact, and how my second uncle was particularly concerned about my marriage.
Wuxie's face looked a little heavy, and he was probably certain in his heart that the book passed down in their family was a book similar to the Sunflower Manual.
Otherwise, why haven’t my second and third uncles gotten married yet at such an old age?
It's fine if they don't get married, but after all these years, there's not even a female mosquito around these two people!
Don't they have any physical needs? How could a normal man endure this for so long?
Ever since he was born, his parents have been busy with their own things. It doesn't look like their relationship is broken, but they haven't given him a brother or sister in all these years.
Thinking of the famous saying "If you want to practice this skill, you must castrate yourself first", Wuxie swallowed his saliva and felt uncomfortable all over.
Uncle San and the others were right not to pass on the skills to him. Wuxie believed that he did not have the courage to cut himself, not to mention that he had to carry on the Wu family's lineage.
Grandma has been wanting to have a baby for years, but Uncle and the others can't count on it. Grandma loves him so much, he can't let her down.
After comforting himself, Wuxie looked at Wu Sansheng with sympathy as he was trying to strike up a conversation with Zhang Moyu, and decided to be nicer to his uncle in the future.
Zhang Moyu was getting a little impatient with Wu Sansheng's constant probing, and his eyes became increasingly cold as he looked at him.
Facing the coldness he released, Wu Sansheng squinted his eyes and smiled amiably. He decided to stop there and finish talking to Wuxie about the silk book first, and then go up and carefully investigate Zhang Moyu's background.
Then he turned around and saw Wuxie looking at him with pity, and the silk book was already in the hands of the fat man next to him.
Ignoring Wuxie's strange look, Wu Sansheng snatched the silk book back.
"Hey, Third Master, you're not being righteous. What's wrong with looking at me a few more times?"
Fatty Wang had a face full of resentment, but he had no obsession with the silk book. This thing only had high cultural value, but was actually not worth much money.
"Humph, what's the point of holding it? Do you understand it?"
Wu Sansheng rolled his eyes at him, stuffed the silk book into Wuxie's hands, and gave him some instructions.
"This is a valuable item. It records the life story of the tomb's owner. You're the only one with the highest level of education here. Take a look at what's written on it."
"oh."
Wuxie responded muffledly, then turned the silk book over and over several times before he could haltingly tell the story recorded in it.
After listening to Wuxie's story, several people guessed that the body lying in the jade figurine was Prince Lu, but Zhang Qiling denied it and said that the person inside was Tie Miansheng.
Then Zhang Qiling recited the manuscript that Wu Sansheng had written for him in advance word for word with an expressionless face.
The emotionless recitation made Wu Sansheng's eyelids twitch, but Wuxie and Fatty Wang listened with great interest and believed in what he said.
Although Zhang Qiling had no expression on his face and his voice was cold, because of his always aloof image, the few people who did not know the truth not only had no doubts, but also felt it was natural.
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