Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Wu Xie was eating when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his teeth. He froze, speechless inside, but remained outwardly calm, trying to cover it up.

He planned to secretly put a rich-looking dumpling inside later, hoping to deceive everyone.

But everyone present was shrewd and astute.

Zhang Qilin was the most perceptive; he put down his chopsticks and looked at him. Then everyone else's eyes also turned to him.

Wu Xie was sweating profusely, prepared to deny it to the death, since no one could do anything to him anyway.

I've gained confidence.

Brother Zhang is capable.

Zhang Haiyan grinned wickedly and reached out to pry open his mouth.

"Young Master, no one knows how to hide things in your mouth better than me. I advise you not to struggle, or I won't hold back."

Wu Xie wanted to avoid it.

Evasion is ineffective.

He was held down by Zhang Haike and Hei Xiazi on his left and right.

Black Bear laughed even more wildly, and his words went straight to the heart of the matter: "Third Master, stop struggling. Ever since I met you, you've been a strange person. Everyone else is fine, but you're no exception. You can even fall on flat ground."

Zhang Haike also sighed, "Wu Xie, isn't extreme misfortune a kind of fortune?"

"Get lost! You're all just spouting nonsense!"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at the two of them, and with a sliver of hope, asked Shen Mingchao, who was watching the scene with his chin resting on his hand, "Mingchao, did you really only book one girl who brought money?"

"Of course." Shen Mingchao's expression held a hint of sympathy. "I originally wanted to see who this chosen one was..."

Seeing Wu Xie's pale face, she couldn't help but comfort him: "Third Master, I think there's some truth to what they said. Extreme bad luck can be a blessing in disguise, just like extreme stench can be a fragrance. Some things are just a matter of reversal when things reach an extreme. Take it easy."

"Oh, thank you."

Wu Xie's eyes were vacant, and he forced a smile: "You comforted me very well, I feel much better now."

After hearing the whole story, Li Chu burst into laughter, completely basing his happiness on Wu Xie's suffering, and even asked Shen Mingchao to pass on the message "Serves him right".

After laughing enough, Li Chu sighed, "It's a pity I didn't get to see Wu Xie's embarrassed face in person, otherwise I would definitely have taken a picture, photoshopped it, and used it as a meme."

This guy really is a Wu Xie hater.

but……

"That's a good idea." Shen Mingchao nodded. Spending too much time with these people had made her a little unethical too.

"Feed... I'm still here... I heard you..."

Wu Xie floated over like a ghost, but halfway there, someone suddenly stuck out their foot and deliberately tripped him. He staggered and almost experienced having his mouth full of sand.

He turned around angrily, trying to find the culprit, only to find that everyone was doing their own thing and not even looking at him.

With too many targets, it's easy to wrongly accuse someone if you don't choose well. Wu Xie could only swallow his anger and suffer in silence.

Shen Mingchao, who witnessed the whole thing, suppressed a laugh.

Li Chu in the video was also very satisfied. He had just taken a lot of screenshots, enough to make two pages of memes.

Time passed by, second by second.

As the men's drinks dwindled, the clock struck midnight.

Bai She, Yang Hao, and the others all stood up to help move the fireworks. Zhang Qianjun was in charge of lighting the fuses. Holding the fire talisman, a smirk played on his lips as he simply said, "Everyone, watch closely."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers flew across the paper, and the talisman was engulfed by flames. At the same time, sparks flew from the fuse of the fireworks.

Shen Mingchao subconsciously exclaimed "Wow!"

The others were speechless: Damn it, this kid tricked us.

Fireworks burst into the sky, a tapestry of colors intertwining, turning the night sky into a spilled palette of paint. Streams of light streaked across the horizon, illuminating the city in a dazzling display of fireworks.

Shen Mingchao couldn't take his eyes off him.

Only at this moment did she gain a clearer sense of reality about this unfamiliar world.

The discomfort of being a stranger in a foreign land is slowly fading away; everything is just right, even the smell in the wind is comforting.

There are only four words in my heart: "Peace and tranquility."

After the fireworks ended, they released sky lanterns, which were not prepared by them, but were purchased online by Shen Mingchao.

When the topic was first brought up, they were worried about the safety hazards of Kongming lanterns. Unlike fireworks, Kongming lanterns are open flames, and given the mountainous terrain of Fujian, they could easily get out of control and cause wildfires if they fell into the mountains.

"Don't worry, I've already thought of this problem," Shen Mingchao explained as he demonstrated.

"This isn't a real Kongming lantern with an open flame. It's made by adding a light to an inert gas balloon to create the illusion of a real Kongming lantern. There's also a thin string attached at the bottom so it can be released and retrieved. Just be careful to leave some space, otherwise it'll easily get tangled up."

"Isn't that just like flying a kite?" someone said.

Shen Mingchao nodded: "It's just to set the mood."

Releasing sky lanterns naturally involves sending blessings.

[May the lights always be lit, and may there be peace and joy.]

May time slow down, and may old friends never part.

May all good things arrive as scheduled.

May all your wishes be fulfilled, and may all your desires be granted.

[A thousand lanterns illuminate your wish, may they accompany you in this world and in heaven.]

And so on.

As the Kongming lanterns rise one by one, their warm yellow lights drift slowly into the night, like a galaxy scattered by the wind, gentle yet magnificent.

Everyone looked up and stared for a very, very long time.

People who do this kind of work live a life of constant danger, never knowing when an accident might happen and they'll be gone.

They rarely have such free time.

This year, I can say I'm fortunate to have had her help.

And next year.....

Or even further into the future...

It still seems to be an uncertain unknown.

They were immersed in this illusory illusion, and no one was willing to shatter it. Only inadvertently did they suddenly realize that this was time they had stolen by concealing it.

To alleviate this anxiety, they would think, "The agreed-upon time for confession hasn't arrived yet; she hasn't noticed; maybe we should wait a little longer."

Then it dragged on and on.

A skyscraper built on falsehoods is like a castle in the air; no matter how beautiful it may seem, it will eventually collapse. The higher it is built, the harder it will fall.

This caused them to become increasingly afraid the longer they delayed.

It seems to have fallen into some kind of vicious cycle.

This panic intensifies, especially as they begin to overlook the so-called benefits.

Because they knew that once this matter was exposed, no amount of benefit could bring her back.

So they could only try not to think about it, try to prolong the good times, and immerse themselves in it.

On New Year's Eve, a time for family reunion, they stayed for a long time by the sea in Pingtan. Everyone joked and chatted, their laughter filling the air. When they finally had to leave, everyone was still reluctant to part.

No one could have imagined that things would change so drastically overnight.