Boom... boom...
As the motorbike entered the village market, Big Face Cat also slowed down the speed, and the two of them were able to converse without yelling:
"Brother, your brain isn't all that sharp, is it?"
Big Face Cat parked the motorbike behind the roast chicken shop and looked at Lin Xian:
"My father's book is indeed a 600-year-old ancient manuscript, but it's not the one dug up from a tomb! My son even has a set of 'Journey to the West,' can you say that it was dug up from a thousand years ago?"
"It's definitely printed later! Not to mention, where would my father get the ability to dig up a 600-year-old tomb... Even if he really did dig up a book, who would dare to keep such an ominous thing at home? The tomb-digging story came from something my dad saw in the book cover, whether it's true or false who knows."
Having said that, he went to buy roast chicken cheerfully.
Lin Xian also understood what he meant.
