Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

However, the Zhang family is not the only group with outside help.

Huo Xiuxiu stood in the courtyard of the Xie family mansion, her gaze fixed on the window that was completely covered by a black cloth, and she sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

Jie Da stood to the side, his face full of worry.

"Master Huo, could you please persuade the head of the family? If he keeps locking himself in his room like this, not speaking, not eating, and not seeing anyone, he'll eventually break down."

Huo Xiuxiu turned her head and asked, "How long has he been like this?"

"It's been about a week," Jie Da said bitterly. "I've followed the master for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen him like this. He's expressionless, deathly pale, and there's not a trace of life in him."

"To be honest, I'm afraid that my husband might have a moment of despair and take his own life."

Upon hearing this, Huo Xiuxiu let out another long sigh.

In the corner of the courtyard, a plant that should have been sprouting and blooming suddenly caught my eye.

It's supposed to be the season of vibrant spring, yet this flower has withered completely in the spring breeze, devoid of any vitality.

She looked at the withered branch, her heart heavy.

She felt that Xie Yuchen's current appearance was like this withered branch, lifeless and withered.

Just a week ago, while she was handling family affairs, she suddenly received a call from Xie Yuchen.

On the other end of the phone, Xie Yuchen's voice was choked with suppressed sobs as he spoke to her in a hoarse tone:

"Xiuxiu, I really... have no other choice."

She didn't know what had happened to Xie Yuchen.

But from childhood to adulthood, in her memory, Xie Yuchen had always been a mature and reliable adult. Even when faced with difficult problems that he couldn't solve, he would never say there was no way.

Xie Yuchen is a person who doesn't believe in fate and doesn't accept it. Even if all the roads are blocked, he will still force his way out.

But now he says there's nothing he can do.

Three words, heavy enough to crush a person.

"well--"

Huo Xiuxiu looked up at the gray sky and thought: The word "love" is truly difficult to understand; once it enters the heart, it leads to obsession.

Hearing these repeated sighs, Xie Da lowered his head in disappointment: "Patriarch Huo, even you are helpless?"

Huo Xiuxiu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her phone screen, her fingertips pausing slightly.

After a long silence, she finally spoke: "I'll try again."

.........

Shen Mingchao was completely unaware of the commotion outside.

She just happened to discover something even more interesting on Qi Qiu's phone.

She did not intentionally try to pry into other people's privacy.

Of course, even if she did see it, so what? These people don't really respect other people's privacy. She was just "returning the favor."

What truly caught her eye was the pinned chat box in Qi Qiu's WeChat.

The group name clearly stated—

[A family that interferes with and hinders each other]

Oh, I remember now, this is the group chat without her.

In those fragments of her dream, this group had flashed by so briefly that she hadn't paid much attention to it. Now, however, it had given her a good opportunity.

This is a good opportunity to click in and take a closer look.

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Shen Mingchao casually scrolled through the chat history.

She wanted to see what these people discussed in their private group chat. Were they talking about how to keep things completely secret so she wouldn't notice anything amiss, keeping her in the dark...?

Ok?

The more Shen Mingchao looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The chat content in this group is almost entirely devoid of serious matters; it's mostly just back-and-forth banter and backstabbing.

hiss--

Damn it.

She actually found it somewhat amusing.

I'm not sure, I'll think about it some more.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned down a few more pages.

Oh no, this is actually kind of funny.

These people have incredibly foul mouths.

As Shen Mingchao watched, she suddenly burst out laughing, and her hand, which was swiping the screen, suddenly hovered in mid-air.

Wait, what is she doing?

An alarm bell rang in my mind, and I was jolted awake.

Shen Mingchao suddenly snapped out of his daze, as if he had been burned, and irritably threw Qi Qiu's phone back where it was.

She turned around, grabbed her phone, opened Honor of Kings, and put the incident behind her.

But perhaps it was because he was distracted.

The game was lost with a score of 2-5-0.

"Tsk!"

Shen Mingchao felt that this result was an insult to her, which made her even more irritable.

When there's nowhere to vent one's emotions, the outlet... no, it's the punching bag, no, it's Qi Qiushui waking up.

Shen Mingchao slowly turned his head, a standard eight-tooth smile spreading across his face. His eyes were icy, and his tone was like that of a vengeful ghost about to claim a life.

"You're awake?"

Qi Qiu shuddered instinctively, not daring to ask a single question, and could only obediently nod.

He was, after all, a fortune teller, so he had the ability to read people's expressions and expressions.

Although Shen Mingchao was smiling, the smile didn't reach his eyes, which reminded him of an ominous scene.

[Brother, come on, it's time for your medicine.]

Thinking of this, Qi Qiu immediately softened her voice and cautiously leaned closer: "Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious."

Shen Mingchao smiled, beckoned to him with his finger, and then waved his phone.

"Come on, play a few 1v1 games with me. You're not allowed to pretend to lose, okay? If I find out you're not playing seriously and are intentionally losing, I'll knock you out and then randomly airdrop you out!"

"……good."

Qi Qiu resignedly picked up her phone.

then,

He was utterly annihilated by Shen Mingchao.

At that moment, he realized that his sister didn't want to play games at all; she clearly wanted to stomp on weaker opponents.

After just a few simple rounds...

After listening to the "victory" sound effect several times, Shen Mingchao's breasts finally felt clear. She comfortably exited the game, turned her gaze to the listless boy beside her, and regained her composure.

Now it's time to get back to the main topic.

She rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head, and said languidly, "Tell me, what exactly do you want from me this time?"

Qi Qiu's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

She returned a bright smile.

He knew that this was a return to his area of ​​expertise.

Qi Qiu immediately perked up and laid out his belongings one by one on the table.

He calmly introduced them one by one.

"Sister, these are paper figures and puppets. If you write your name on them and then prick them with needles, burn them, or bury them in the ground, they can cause people to get sick, go mad, or die."

"And these are various talismans, which I can use when setting up an altar to pray to the spirits to harm specific people."

"And this—"

Qi Qiu's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and he was about to continue speaking when Shen Mingchao felt his scalp tingle and could no longer bear it.

The fortune teller truly lived up to his name.

If these items were in ancient times, they would certainly be considered a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family.

That's terrifying.

If she wasn't interrupted, she felt like a few little ghosts were about to float into the room.

"Wait a minute!"

As soon as Shen Mingchao finished speaking, the door not far away suddenly creaked open.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head sharply to look.