Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

While resting on the steps of the National Museum, Shen Mingchao could only think of two words: "regret".

It wasn't because the National Museum was too big or had too many exhibition halls that she was tired from visiting. Her physical strength had improved dramatically, so she wasn't physically tired, but mentally tired.

The reason was that she was accompanied by three... outlaws, especially the talkative Zhang Haiyan, who was incredibly unrestrained in his speech.

After rattling off a bunch of stories about the history and origins of the cultural relics along the way, I would always add a few harsh words.

such as--

I've seen this bronze artifact before.

There's a similar Tang tri-color pottery piece in my hometown.

This glass cup looks familiar to me; it seems a foreigner offered a high price for it.

And so on.

Shen Mingchao became increasingly speechless as he listened. Was he afraid that she wouldn't be able to tell that they were pure-blooded tomb raiders?

The translation is:

I've seen it in the tomb.

I own every piece from the Forbidden City.

It almost got exported abroad, but in the end it wasn't sold and now belongs to the country.

Wow~ If the central government heard these words, their future would be completely ruined.

There were too many people at the National Museum, and Shen Mingchao was afraid that someone might overhear him, so he would always cleverly change the subject.

This made her very mentally exhausted.

Midway through, she became so thirsty that she kept turning back to ask the other two people for help, hoping they could cover Zhang Haiyan's mouth. As luck would have it, she overheard the two people whispering to each other.

Zhang Haike: "Can your Five Ghosts Moving Technique be used?"

Zhang Qianjun: "Which one have you taken a fancy to?"

Zhang Haike: "That nine-dragon and nine-phoenix crown looks nice. I remember there was also a kingfisher feather phoenix crown in the ancient building, but it was a bit small and broken. This one is better, it's big and clean."

Zhang Qianjun: "I'm afraid that won't work. This is the museum's prized possession, too valuable. Too many eyes are on it, and taking it would make it easy to get caught. I don't really want to be paid by the government."

Zhang Haike: Oh, that's a real shame.

Zhang Qianjun: "Which one are you referring to as a pity?"

Zhang Haike: "It's a pity. We didn't get the treasure, and you didn't get in either."

Zhang Qianjun: "Damn! If you're so capable, go and get it. I'll personally deliver a silver bracelet to you, with room and board included."

……

Shen Mingchao didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. She silently walked away, giving up on the idea of ​​letting these two people manage Zhang Haiyan. It was useless; all crows are black.

The Zhang family members are all the same; it's just that Zhang Haiyan is a chatterbox and said it out loud, while the others only thought it to themselves and didn't say it aloud. She even felt that if Zhang Qiyan were here, he would probably just casually mention that he had seen that artifact.

[From the Ming Dynasty, would you like that phoenix crown?]

Oh, another outlaw.

Normally, unless something serious happens, she cuts off contact with Zhang Haixia and Wang Can. This was at their request, as they said they didn't want to disturb her life too much.

This time, she planned to come out with the Zhang family so that Zhang Haixia could see these old friends up close.

Zhang Haixia hadn't said anything for a while, so she assumed he wasn't watching. She never expected him to suddenly say something like that.

She asked tentatively, "You don't mean you want me to let you out so you can go steal, do you?"

Zhang Haixia: [If you really want it, I can.]

That's a load of rubbish.

Stealing a national treasure from the National Museum? Are you out of your mind? If you get caught, you'll be locked up for life.

She refused, saying, "No, let the artifacts stay in their display cases, becoming a microcosm of history for future generations to visit."

Remembering something, Shen Mingchao asked again: "Zhang Haixia, do you know what the Five Ghosts Moving Technique is all about?"

[It is known that many people believe the Zhang family possesses the "Five Ghosts Moving Technique," enabling them to transport items without the recipient's knowledge. The most famous example is the enormous Buddha head that Zhang Qishan possessed, its origins unknown. This has led many to marvel at the idea, believing Zhang Qishan has mastered the "Five Ghosts Moving Technique," hence the respectful title "Great Buddha Zhang."]

Shen Mingchao's curiosity was piqued: [Is it really that amazing?]

[No, the Zhang family members are human too, just people who live longer. It's not actually that mystical. The Five Ghosts Transporting Technique used by the Zhang family requires someone to cooperate in the shadows, creating the illusion of transporting items without their knowledge.]

[Personally, I don't think this is a spell, but rather a magic trick.]

[These are all just excuses that add to the mystique surrounding the Zhang family.]

Shen Mingchao understood, and an involuntary smile curled his lips: [So, those two were just...talking nonsense?]

Zhang Haixia paused, then gave a vague answer: "Not really, but the phoenix crown is definitely not suitable."

etc--

So, is it just that the phoenix crown is no good? Then everything else is fine?

It was torture, very torture.

Shen Mingchao didn't dare to ask any further questions. Regardless of the actual situation, it was better to know as little as possible about these things.

After finishing the last exhibition area, Shen Mingchao suddenly realized that one of them was missing. She asked, "Where did Brother Zhang go? Did he go to the restroom?"

"He..." Zhang Haike's expression turned strange for a moment before he replied, "He went to wait for us in the car first."

Shen Mingchao nodded. The Zhang family members were all very busy, and he guessed that Zhang Haiyan had left first to get busy in the car.

But after she sat in the passenger seat, she realized that the driver was not Zhang Haiyan. The face looked familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, she remembered who he was.

Just then, the other person turned their head and asked her, "Little girl, don't you remember me?"

Shen Mingchao was somewhat surprised: "You're Uncle Zhong? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, faint laughter came from Zhang Qianjun and Zhang Haike in the back seat.

That's a really nice way to address someone as "uncle."

Shen Mingchao heard the laughter and felt a little strange. Fortunately, Zhang Haixia quickly cleared up her confusion and told her that the driver was Zhang Haiyan in disguise. She suddenly understood.

No wonder she always felt something was off.

Zhang Haiyan couldn't wait any longer and ripped off his mask. He turned to look at Shen Mingchao, his tone somewhat resentful: "If you call me uncle, then you have to call them all uncle."

"them?"

Zhang Haiyan gave a wicked smile: "For example, these two in the back row, Wu Xie and Hei Xiazi, and our clan leader..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Qianjun interrupted him urgently, "Hey, you're the one who gets called 'uncle,' there's no need to drag everyone else into this, is there?"

Zhang Haike made an extremely rude remark: "It is undeniable that you are indeed the oldest among us."

That's really heartbreaking.

Zhang Haiyan was about to swear when he caught Shen Mingchao's mocking gaze. He calmed down, picked up the human skin mask, and said, "Mingchao, want to learn? I can teach you. In the Zhang family, my disguise skills are among the best."

Zhang Qianjun, sitting in the back row, also volunteered: "Mingchao, I can also teach you how to draw talismans. Once you've learned it, if you don't like someone, just burn their hair with a fire talisman."

That was indeed a bit malicious.

Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up: "I'll learn!"

There was still one person left who hadn't spoken. He pondered for a long time, realizing that many of his skills were related to tomb raiding, which weren't suitable for teaching Shen Mingchao. Finally, a thought struck him: "I'm a good swimmer, I can teach you to swim."

This is not a good way to promote education.

Zhang Haike's suggestion was ultimately rejected by everyone.

Everyone else had only one thought: "He's old and still has a clever mind; he's even trying to benefit himself."