Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

"What has he done? Your damn old man has the audacity to steal from others, even daring to rob someone's coffin and hide their skeleton."


Mr. Dabao robbing wealth from a coffin?


Having lived in the village for so many years, Shu Guan knew quite well Wang Dabao's conduct. Although Mr. Dabao muttered some strange things, he was not a greedy man.


Whenever he helped villagers handle their affairs, he would accept any payment made to him cheerfully without fuss—even when no money was given, just like when he handled the funeral affairs of the cripple. He never asked for any payment from Shu Guan.


Shu Guan always felt that when Mr. Dabao did these things, he was motivated by his love for the work.


Now, how could such a man steal funerary objects from a coffin?


At this moment, he subconsciously felt that Mr. Dabao must have been wronged.


Chapter 110: Ah! _2