Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Hei Xiazi didn't want to dwell on the matter any longer and immediately changed the subject.

"By the way, what were the last things Ming Chao said when he left? Wu Xie, did you really meet him before?"

When this matter was brought up, Wu Xie was more confused than anyone else. He had been trying to recall it over and over again these past few days, but he couldn't find a single clue.

He shook his head in frustration: "I don't know, I can't remember, but I don't think she was lying."

The conversation reached a stalemate.

It wasn't until the fat man spoke up, "Where would that girl go?" that he couldn't help but worry. "She doesn't know anyone around her. What if something happens to her..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Qilin glanced at him.

Wu Xie stubbed out his cigarette, his expression grim: "Fatty, don't jinx it. Mingchao, she's very powerful now. Ordinary people can't get close to her."

"only...."

Wu Xie turned his gaze to Xie Yuchen. On the first day after Shen Mingchao left, they had sent out spies, not to monitor her, but to find out how she was doing and whether she was doing well.

Xie Yuchen nodded.

It means there were no problems.

"I've already called the informant back, otherwise I'm afraid she'll find out and it will offend her."

Shen Mingchao's blocking on WeChat wasn't just a simple tantrum; it was a way of implying that she didn't want to be bothered and had no contact with them.

They are not young anymore. If they were teenagers or young adults in their twenties, they might have been like a persistent leech, pestering and nagging the other person until they had worn them down to nothing.

Now that they've matured, such unscrupulous tactics have been excluded from their consideration.

It's cute when children throw tantrums and act like brats.

Adults doing this will only annoy and disgust people.

Hei Xiazi looked at Wu Xie and suddenly teased, "Young Master Wu, you're quick-witted. You were able to untangle such a complex situation as the destruction of the Wang family. You can also come up with many ingenious solutions when you encounter problems that you can't solve."

"So this time, could you use your intelligence to show us the way?"

"Oh."

Wu Xie closed his eyes, a deep frown forming between his brows.

These days, his mind is a complete mess, constantly replaying Shen Mingchao's resolute figure on his back.

"Blind man, you really know how to make things difficult for people."

He sneered, his eyes filled with weariness and self-mockery. "If I could point out the right path, what would I be doing here? Don't overestimate me."

Xie Yuchen, who was standing to the side, raised his hand and loosened his tie.

These days, he experienced the feeling of losing control of his emotions for the first time in a long time, and even his breathing was somewhat suppressed.

Unconsciously, he clenched his fists tighter and tighter until his nails dug into his flesh, and the sharp pain brought him back to his senses.

Looking down at the deep red marks on his palm, his voice was so calm it was devoid of emotion: "A car will pick me up tomorrow."

Xie Yuchen is leaving too.

The others simply gave a perfunctory "hmm," and no one asked him where he was going or what he was going to do. At this point, the destination and the reason were no longer important.

"Then give me a ride along the way."

Hei Xiazi glanced around at the empty Yucun Village and felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, inexplicably not wanting to stay any longer.

The next day, after the two left, Yucun was left with only the Iron Triangle again.

After a while, the fat man gradually realized that his two brothers were acting strangely.

Wu Xie locked himself in his room all day. Fatty was all too familiar with this scene; the last time, it was he who knocked on the door, urging Wu Xie to pull himself together and stop being a coward. That's how that horrifying plan came about.

However, Shen Mingchao and the destruction of the Wang family are two completely different things, with fundamental differences, and cannot be confused.

Every time the fat man passed by that tightly closed door, he could only sigh. He didn't know how to offer advice, or what advice to give.

As for Zhang Qilin, the biggest change in him is that he spends more and more time spacing out.

He often sat outside Shen Mingchao's room for a whole day, his eyes vacant and silent.

He was already a man of few words, but now he was almost speechless. His aura grew fainter and fainter, almost merging into the surrounding mountains and forests, turning him into a motionless stone statue.

The group that had gathered around Shen Mingchao quickly fell apart after he left.

They never acknowledged each other's existence; they only maintained a delicate and fragile balance out of necessity.

The balance has now been broken.

The owner of the chessboard overturned the game, and the scattered pieces were left with nowhere to go.

Another piece, however, was eliminated before it even entered the game. This piece was confused and wandered around the village for several days.

I eavesdropped for several days.

He has had excellent hearing since childhood, able to hear sounds that others cannot, and naturally knows knowledge that others do not.

For example, everyone's heartbeat is different.

One type of person has a very special heartbeat, like a huge mountain range—steady, majestic, and awe-inspiring.

He had heard that kind of heartbeat in a crowd before, and when he looked at that kind of person, the other person would immediately notice and make eye contact with him.

This person is most likely surnamed Zhang.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what's happening to him now.

The man who had been sitting in the yard in a daze for a long time finally couldn't stand the flies outside. He was curious about the other party's intentions, so he went straight to the bushes where the other party was squatting.

They looked down at each other from their vantage point, their eyes meeting.

Liu Sang unconsciously swallowed, the Zhang family's gaze as oppressive as ever.

"What is your purpose in coming here?" Zhang Qilan asked directly.

Liu Sang spoke frankly: "I've come to find the answer."

"What's the answer?" Zhang Qilan pressed.

Just as Liu Sang was about to answer, a loud, carefree voice came from inside the courtyard.

"Hey bro, you've finally moved! I've been so bored these past few days, it's just the three of us, one of us is withdrawn and the other is petrified. If this keeps up, my speech is definitely going to decline."

The fat man stepped forward and put his arm around Zhang Qilu's shoulder. At first, he didn't notice Liu Sang squatting on the ground. It was only when he saw Zhang Qilu not speaking and just staring down that he realized something was wrong.

When the fat man followed Zhang Qilan's gaze, his brow twitched suddenly, and his anger flared up. He said coldly, "What are you doing here, kid?"

Liu's face also darkened. He did have a grudge against the fat man, which was one of the reasons why he hadn't shown up these past few days.

The main problem is that this person is too unreasonable.

"Hey! Still not saying anything? You think you can just give me the silent treatment, Fatty? Let me tell you, we haven't settled our score yet. What? Wasn't picking a fight at Panjiayuan enough? Now you've followed me all the way to Yucun?"

The fat man got angrier and angrier, and rolled up his sleeves to start a fight, but Zhang Qilin stopped him.