Nuoyan poked his forehead angrily enough and then realized and spoke up.
"Weren't you just chasing after Ziqi? Where is she?"
Xiao Moli pressed his lips, "I didn't catch up to her."
"Didn't catch up? Don't you want your wife anymore?"
Nuoyan was still angry, glaring at him fiercely.
"There was a door in the wall, she disappeared as soon as she went in." Xiao Moli replied.
"She could open it, why can't you?" Nuoyan looked at him with disdain.
Her daughter-in-law, so weak, could open the door, but her son, a grown man, couldn't?
"I did open it, but then the corridor broke off."
Nuoyan was speechless.
However, the wisdom of the ancients far exceeds the imagination of modern people. The mechanisms in ancient tombs have always been peculiar, and even she couldn't claim to fully understand them one hundred percent.
Moli must have encountered one of those one-time irreversible ones, so this was really just bad luck.
