Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

A few days after the magic spell ended, and Shen Mingchao was fully recovered, he had to face certain issues.

In the dead of night, his aunt's last words kept echoing in Shen Mingchao's mind.

Find her lost memories and abilities? Find out who she is? What does this mean?

Who could she be? She is Shen Mingchao.

Who else could it be? Qin Shi Huang?

The idea was too outrageous. Shen Mingchao laughed and lamented the decline of morality, that even his aunt had started making riddles.

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Speaking of riddle tellers, she thought of someone.

It was Zhang Haixia, the system she had forgotten for a long time. Since returning from Tokyo, she hadn't encountered any danger, so she naturally hadn't summoned the two people again.

However, Zhang Haixia clearly knows a lot, and this person may be the key to solving all the problems.

Having made up his mind, Shen Mingchao locked his door from the inside after making sure no one else was in the village house.

She spoke the two names to the jade bracelet on her wrist.

The ground in front of us was shrouded in mist.

Before the white smoke had even dissipated, the words "stupid woman" landed squarely on Shen Mingchao's face.

Without even thinking, I knew who was speaking.

Wang Can appeared with a livid face, as if someone owed him money. "How could you let yourself get into such a mess? You really brought this on yourself!"

That little mouth looks like it's been smeared with poison.

Shen Mingchao threw a cushion at Wang Can's face: "If you can't speak properly, then don't! I only asked you out here as a side thing. If you keep nagging, go back!"

"Incidentally?!" Wang Can's voice changed tone, and he felt that these two words were particularly grating. He could not accept that he was someone else's appendage, especially his love rival.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mingchao raised an eyebrow.

Wang Can was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

The man's gaze was so oppressive that Shen Mingchao unconsciously took a step back, thinking to herself that if Wang Can suddenly went crazy, she would have to slap him a few times to bring him back to his senses.

My hand hurts a little.

Next time, maybe we should prepare a whip. It seems perfect for people like them; a mad dog that doesn't obey deserves a beating.

Zhang Haixia stepped directly between the two men, warning them in a deep voice, "Wang Can, watch your step."

"Tsk."

Wang Can pouted unhappily, then looked away, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and said impatiently, "Just say what you want to say, don't worry about me."

Now that the other party had spoken, Shen Mingchao stopped paying attention to Wang Can and turned to Zhang Haixia, repeating her questions from beginning to end before finally asking, "Zhang Haixia, you still can't tell me? Can't you even give me a direction?"

Zhang Haixia was incredibly insightful.

He reached out and refilled the teapot on the table with hot water, the steam obscuring his features.

"The temporary confusion is because the path under your feet is obscured by fog, but don't worry too much, the fog will dissipate in an instant."

Alright, alright, the riddle master is back again.

Shen Mingchao took the teacup Zhang Haixia handed him and blew on it to cool it down: "What you said is as good as saying nothing. I don't think this fog will dissipate anytime soon."

"It will fall apart."

Zhang Haixia's voice was very firm.

It gives people a sense of security.

As the hot water flowed down my esophagus, all my anxiety was miraculously soothed.

Shen Mingchao looked at the handsome man in front of him. Time and hardship seemed to have left no trace on him. He was as clear as a pool of water.

After reading the Southern Archives, she learned about the bond between Zhang Haiyan and Zhang Haixia; they were more like family than partners.

My gaze fell on Zhang Haixia's wrist, where there was an old-fashioned white hermit crab watch. It was said to be a standard item in the Nanyang Archives back then, and each staff member would be given one. Zhang Haiyan's watch was blue.

Over the years, this once priceless watch has become nothing more than a vessel for emotions.

Shen Mingchao smiled faintly, becoming a riddle himself.

"Last night I listened to the spring rain in my little building; how many years have passed since the chivalrous men of Xianyang roamed? It's been a hundred years since we last met. Don't you want to see what your old friend looks like now? I can help you, Xia Zai."

This passage contains a lot of information.

Zhang Haixia's hand trembled slightly as he held the teacup. His thoughts raced through his mind before he finally calmed down.

"You knew all along?"

"I suppose so." Shen Mingchao sighed, "I didn't expect your experience to be even more tragic than I imagined. It was more bitter than the Chinese medicine I drank. If it were someone else, they probably would have gone crazy by now."

Zhang Haixia chuckled lightly: "I'll take that as a compliment."

He poured himself another cup of tea and said, "It's fine, I don't need to explain anymore. After all, it's a very, very long story. This pot of water wouldn't be enough to tell it all."

"So you're not going to see him?" Shen Mingchao asked.

Zhang Haixia shook his head.

"Why?" Shen Mingchao was confused. "Are you afraid of scaring him? Hmm... I think the Zhang family's tolerance level should be able to accept something like the dead coming back to life, right? Especially Zhang Haiyan, he's the kind of person who does whatever he wants."

Otherwise, who would dress up as a woman and fool people for no reason?

Zhang Haixia shook his head again: "When the time is right, we will meet."

Shen Mingchao looked over and found that Zhang Haixia's eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, all his emotions were hidden inside, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

She said admiringly, "You're so calm. I was just out of options. Otherwise, I would have carried the train through the night to see my family no matter what."

This sentence is very vivid.

Zhang Haixia unconsciously smiled, finally reassuring Shen Mingchao: "The problem that's been troubling you will be resolved soon."

Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up: "You should have said so earlier! Thank you for your guidance."

Wang Can, who had been standing in the background, spoke up at the opportune moment: "Now that you've finished talking, shouldn't you give me a cup of tea?"

"Of course." It's just a cup of tea; she wouldn't be so stingy.

Wang Can took a sip of tea and said seemingly casually, "Health is the foundation of everything. If you lose your life, you really lose everything."

Perhaps only those who have died once can truly understand the weight of life. Shen Mingchao had already disappeared from his sight once, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao sighed inwardly.

She could hear the concern beneath Wang Can's harsh tone.

Ever since she read the original work, she knew that this was a plant growing in a deformed environment.

In the eyes of the Wang family, emotions are the most useless thing in the world; not only are they superfluous, but they are also a burden.

Wang Can is bad at expressing his emotions, so his outpouring of concern instantly turned into a barrage of harsh words.

How unfortunate it was to be born into the Wang family.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao fiddled with his phone for a while, then handed it to Wang Can.

"Although I don't remember when I promised to help you find your brother, I believe you didn't lie to me."

"I've been in contact with him these past few days. Your brother's name is Liu Sang. This is his WeChat Moments. I saw the photos, and he looks exactly like you."

"You..." Wang Can was stunned.

Shen Mingchao awkwardly looked away. "No need for thanks. Just say nice things next time."