Tomb Raiding: At Seven, I Became a Celestial Official, Starting with Twin-Finger Cave Exploration

Let me first state that I am not a gangster or a scumbag, nor am I targeting this book. I just don't understand why there are books in this series where the children are seven or eight years old or even four or five years old. How come they are all so powerful? It doesn't make sense. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's take this book as an example. The protagonist is seven years old and can explore a cave with two fingers before his bones are fully developed? Not to mention that this kung fu is a child's kung fu, but it requires repeated training until the adult skeleton is fully developed. It must be known that human bone development will gradually become mature and finalized with age. Then the question arises, even if the protagonist has a system to fully learn this kung fu, then how long should the protagonist's fingers be. This doesn't make sense. No matter how powerful the protagonist is, I'm asking you who would listen to the instructions of a seven or eight-year-old child. Normal people should just let this child cool down.

I can do caving with two fingers, and I can do it with three fingers.

No brainer from the start. A 7-year-old child is very good at caving with two fingers, and his fingers are not as long as those of an adult. Is it enough to explore the cave with two fingers to get to the trap?

Everything else is easy to say, but you are mentally ill when you write about Pingshan. Who is the Partridge Whistle? Shirley Young's grandfather died long ago. You might as well finish writing "Return to the Ruins of the South China Sea" and directly connect "Tomb Robbery Notes". I won't see the Pingshan Mountain behind Nanhai Guixu. It's a waste of money and boring.

Does the protagonist not go to school when he is 7 years old?

Seven years old, you can be outrageous but don't be too outrageous

Writing this kind of thing for a seven-year-old is something a normal person would do**

I was really speechless for a while. I was like a nanny taking care of others. When others were done, I was afraid that you would call you a devil and alienate me. You would lick me and die.

After drinking several bottles of stamina potion, it was still in vain at ten o'clock?

There is a book about Fatty Wang's uncle, and now there is a book about Hu Bayi's uncle. Will there be another book about Shirley Yang's uncle?