In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shyly peeked out of the horizon, Wu Erbai, Fatty Wang and their group were quietly sitting around Wu Xie's bed. To the people waiting, this coma seemed as long as it spanned centuries; but to Wu Xie, it was just a short shuttle between dream and reality. When he woke up, his exhaustion was gone.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the sight in front of him made him slightly startled. The faces of Wu Erbai, the younger brother, the fat man, and the professional manager Er Jing looked particularly solemn in the morning light. Apparently, they had received the news about his coma. A warm current surged in Wu Xie's heart, but it was also mixed with a bit of confusion. He never expected that his deep sleep would touch the heartstrings of so many people.
"Second Uncle, the oxygen below has been exhausted. The fire will be extinguished soon. We need to send someone to investigate quickly." Wu Erbai wiped the corner of his eyes and thought to himself. Although this boy was concerned about the ancient tomb, he didn't know that he had been asleep for a long time. The exploration trip of the Nanhaiwang Underground Palace has come to a successful conclusion. The mud has been backfilled, the archaeological team has evacuated, and everything seems to have returned to peace. However, the reason why everyone stayed here was because Wu Xie had not yet awakened. Their waiting had become a silent watch.
