Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

This night was destined to be a sleepless one for many.

The first to go mad was Li Cu.

The words Shen Mingchao said before leaving lingered in his mind.

According to Mingchao, there were hidden reasons why she left home back then, which she was unaware of, and it was very likely that she had had a bad experience.

They even said they had met Wu Xie a few years ago.

This process is all too familiar!!

Thinking of this, he didn't say a word, turned around and went into the house. A little while later, he rushed out carrying a thing with a fuse attached.

He let out a sinister, cackling laugh and shouted, "Wu Xie, you kidnapper! Did you kidnap the Ming Dynasty years ago and now you're pretending to be innocent? I'll blow you up!!"

After shouting a few words, he lit a lighter with a snap, as if to set it on fire.

The black bear, who was halfway through his self-imposed isolation while clutching his knife, saw this scene, and his eyes went black and black again as some unpleasant memories flooded his mind.

He practically blurted out, "Holy crap! Where did this little brat get his C4 from?! Stop him! Otherwise, he'll blow up the whole village!"

His words stirred up a huge wave of discussion.

Everyone in the open space was thrown into chaos.

Wu Xie, the person involved, reacted quickly, grabbed Li Cu's arm, and began to patiently persuade him.

"Li Chu, I understand how you feel, but you only have one life. Once it's gone, everything is gone. You're just ashes, who will recognize you? If you really have any backbone, live well and settle all the scores you owe. If you really want to atone with your life, we'll have to wait until tomorrow!"

Li Cu's eyes were bloodshot and he roared back, "You don't understand anything!"

Wu Xie couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed directly in. He got angry too: "Damn it! You won't listen when I'm talking to you properly? I'm completely clueless about what's going on in the future!"

As he spoke, he started to fight.

Things seem to be spiraling out of control.

Fearing he might get caught in the crossfire, Zhang Haiyan threw down his cigarette and yelled, "Damn it! What kind of show are you all watching? Go stop them! Do you want to get blown up?"

Zhang Haike clicked his tongue and stepped forward to help Hei Xiazi forcibly pull the two people apart.

Before Zhang Haiyan could finish speaking, he suddenly jerked his head, and the blade, which was originally aimed straight at Li Cu's wrist, shot straight away.

With lightning speed, Su Wan grabbed Li Chu's right leg and yanked it sharply, sending the blade grazing Li Chu's cheek before striking Wu Xie and... the innocent Wang Meng behind him.

"Ouch!" Wu Xie clutched his cut hand, a torrent of curses swirling in his mind.

Damn, after all these years, his bad luck really won't go away.

Wang Meng fared even worse; he did nothing, simply stood still, and still won the bid.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

"Ah!" Wang Meng clutched his disfigured face, wincing in pain, and immediately vented his anger on Wu Xie: "Boss, it's all your fault! I shouldn't have stood behind you!"

Wu Xie was incredulous and slapped Wang Meng on the back of the head: "What does this have to do with me? You've got water in your head, go and clear your head."

"I don't care, it's all your fault."

Wang Meng lowered his voice, secretly uttered this complaint, and then turned and sneakily ran towards the corner of the wall.

He planned to stay away and avoid trouble for a while.

But just as he reached the corner, his steps suddenly stopped.

A figure was already crouching in the darkness, surrounded by an impenetrable layer of cold mist, deathly still and oppressive, clearly having been withdrawn for quite some time.

Their eyes met suddenly.

Wang Meng was startled and instinctively raised his hand to greet him: "...Hi?"

The white snake only glanced at him coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

His gaze swept over the bloodstains on Wang Meng's face, and a sneer escaped his nostrils as he coldly uttered two words: "Serves you right."

After saying that, she ignored him and turned her gaze back to the scene, coldly observing the chaos.

He thought maliciously: It's good that they're fighting; every one that dies is one less to kill.

Wang Meng: "..."

Seeing the fierce glint in the white snake's eyes, he silently moved his feet further away, fearing that the other party might strike without warning.

Of course, he wasn't the only one who suffered.

Yang Hao clung tightly to Li Cu's waist, and in the chaos, he was elbowed in the face, instantly seeing stars and unable to recover for a long time.

The remote players off the field are in an even more difficult situation.

Xie Yuchen held the iron ball between his fingers, unsure whether to flick it or not.

He held the slingshot in a vest and aimed for a long time, but with so many people around, he couldn't find the right angle.

Luo Que casually flicked his fishing rod and hit the target with a single stroke, hooking the bomb in Li Cu's hand into the air. With another flick of the rod, the bomb landed steadily in Zhang Qianjun's arms.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The fat man immediately waved his hand and said, "Leave it to me! I know this thing like the back of my hand, I'll make sure you take it apart completely!"

But the next second—

"hiss……"

A tiny flame suddenly shot up in the darkness.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats again.

Zhang Haike's eyes widened, and he cursed, "Idiot! You're holding a bomb and you still dare to pull out a fire talisman? Do you think we're too old to live, or that the scene isn't chaotic enough?"

Zhang Qianjun was stunned by the sight of the sparks. In a panic, he threw the bomb away, yelling, "I just wanted to burn that kid's hair in the chaos! Who knew a bomb would fall from the sky!"

"Then why the hell did you throw it at me?!" Hordorff swore, then casually handed the item over.

The money ended up in Zhang Rishan's arms. He was in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving around, making him the unluckiest person to take the fall.

"Hahahaha~" Qi Qiu laughed so hard he bent over, then added with a chilling sneer, "You guys are having a good time, are you playing a game of passing a bomb while drumming?"

Zhang Rishan: "?"

He sighed helplessly, just as he was about to sacrifice himself and forcefully extinguish the sparks with his hand, the person who had been silent the whole time finally moved.

Zhang Qilin's figure flashed, and the bomb was snatched away in mid-air. Then, it flew in a perfect parabola and crashed straight into the pond in the yard.

Upon seeing this, everyone immediately lay down again.

Only the fat man's mournful wail pierced the night sky: "Aaaaaah—my fish—my newly raised koi!"

"Thump!"

The bomb fell into the water, and the sound was clear.

And then... no more.

The expected deafening roar did not occur; the pool remained quiet, with hardly a splash.

The crowd gradually realized what was going on.

It turned out to be a silent bomb that wouldn't explode.

An awkward atmosphere gradually filled the air.

If it had exploded, that would have been fine; if it hadn't, it would have made them look really stupid.

The fat man sat on the ground, speechless, looking up at the sky. He felt that his premonition from a long time ago was really accurate. It wasn't just a mess; it was a complete disaster, with the pot and stove all rolled onto the ground, a truly pathetic sight.

Just then, several clicking sounds suddenly rang out, and even a few flashes of light appeared.

"Uh...sorry, I accidentally clicked it."

Xie Yuchen frowned: "Xiuxiu? What's wrong with you...?"

The others heard the sound and looked over as well.

The pressure from dozens of pairs of eyes was so intense that Huo Xiuxiu coughed awkwardly.

Not daring to admit that he was just enjoying the drama, he pretended to answer a phone call and walked out while talking.

"Feed? You mean that shipment from the north? Yes, I've already arranged for my assistant to handle it..."