My name is Wu Xie. I’m retired for now, living in Yucun, Fujian, with two roommates.
One is a fatty who’s always eyeing the chickens at Old Li’s next door. The other is a taciturn, ruthless, century-old brand of a man who’s great at chopping firewood.
Life is so peaceful that I’ve started noticing things I shouldn’t.
Like how Zhang Qiling’s fingertips linger half a second longer on the back of my hand when he passes me a teacup.
The Iron Triangle’s retirement days are heading in an indescribable direction.
Wang Pangzi says he saw it coming ages ago. Damn it.
Note: This story has nothing to do with The Grave Robbers' Chronicles.
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