Li Mazi’s obsessive-compulsive disorder chose this moment to flare up. “Old Yao, don’t you feel tired of answering with single words every time? Can’t you just finish a complete sentence? I’m getting old here listening to you!”

Old Yao shot him a glance and then took the book back to his room. Li Mazi continued shouting, “All right, all right. We’ll see what happens when you need my help again in the future!”

Then, Li Mazi spat on the ground and added, “Little Brother Zhang, we should go!”

I shook my head as I looked at Li Mazi’s retreating figure. Then, I bowed toward the inner room of the house as a farewell gesture to the old man. “Senior, goodbye!”

Old Yao suddenly returned to the living room, and he shoved a crumpled piece of paper into my hand. I tilted my head to unfold it and read the content. It was a simple route drawing on the paper; it marked the location where he had unearthed the goldfish bracelet. For a grave robber, a grave he had visited was like a personal possession. He would never share the location if he didn’t completely trust the other party.

I was surprised as I looked back at Old Yao. I didn’t know what made him decide to trust me. After all, it was the first time we had met.

Old Yao still wore his calm and almost indifferent face. Then, he closed his door right in front of me with a loud bang. I couldn’t help but smile. This old man...