"I say 'villages' but it might have been just a large family group too." Wu Xie shrugged; he often didn't listen to that part of his Uncle Three's tales, wanting to hear more about the monsters and weird artifacts they guarded.

"What did he do? Fought them, or tricked them, or ran away. When he was a child, he ran from a blood zombie and was marked when that zombie ran over his back. The southern families tend towards trickery and force according to the northern families, while they relied on spiritual cleanliness and prayers. But if you ask me, we're all just a bunch of tricky bastards with no moral standards that are too hard-headed for honest living."

Wu Xie admits that he wasn't the best at the fighting but he was good at figuring things out to make up for his lack. That was why he'd never gone alone, especially once he met Fatty and Kylin. Kylin especially was the best person to have by his side; the older graverobber was better experienced and was hard to kill plus he knew how ti fight off creatures Wu Xie did not even have names for.

"Usually though, I just figure out weaknesses by how they act, and am very very lucky."