Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Hei Xiazi stared at his phone and chuckled softly.

In fact, he didn't care about the two people who were added back at all.

Liu Sang? Su Wan?

Not worth mentioning.

How long have they known Shen Mingchao?

The fact that they were so easily added back and forgiven precisely shows that Shen Mingchao didn't have much affection for them.

The only reason he replied to the message was because he was bored.

Since we can't get in touch with Shen Mingchao, let's make things difficult for these rivals.

Once the play begins, it must be performed to the very end.

After all, until the very end, no one can say for sure who the winner will be.

But when will this long night end?

Hei Xiazi casually tossed his phone aside and picked up the amber-colored liquid that had already been poured on the table.

He tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

From the tip of the tongue and throat, through the esophagus and stomach, the alcohol burns all the way, like a line of fire.

It tastes bitter and strong, with a lingering aftertaste that hits your nasal cavity.

This liquor is really strong.

He hissed and pressed the tip of his tongue against the slightly numb corner of his lips.

However, the liquor was just the right strength, which allowed him to temporarily suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Black Bear rubbed his temples.

He only recently discovered that his damned ghost was actually a bully who preyed on the weak.

It seemed that it knew they had a conflict and that it couldn't do anything about it, so it became very active.

The pain is one thing, but what's really infuriating is that this thing bothers him in the middle of the night, making it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.

"What's wrong? You look terrible."

A clear, crisp male voice sounded from the side.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately." Hei Xiazi met Xie Yuchen's questioning gaze and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He poured himself another glass of wine and then started rambling: "That thing behind me is nagging me to go see her every night. If I refuse, it won't stop."

Xie Yuchen chuckled, took a sip of his wine, and then teased, "Back in the day, there was no concept of day and night when tomb raiding. When things got urgent, let alone sleeping, even resting was difficult. How come you can't even stay up for a few nights now?"

"Who said it's impossible?" Black Bear raised an index finger and shook it. "Master Hua, a man can't say he can't."

Xie Yuchen scoffed, "I wonder who has such dark circles under their eyes. I think they should stop calling themselves 'Black Bear and' and start calling them 'Dark Circles' instead."

Hei Xiazi almost spat out his drink.

"Master Hua, you're joking."

"So," Xie Yuchen continued, "that's why you came to ask me for a drink?"

Hei Xiazi sighed and raised his glass: "I just couldn't take it anymore."

Xie Yuchen raised his hand to clink glasses with Hei Xiazi, and sighed, "The famous Nan Xiazi of the underworld actually has a day when he drowns his sorrows in alcohol? That's rare indeed. But if you really want to get a good night's sleep, I have a way."

Hei Xiazi was overjoyed, thinking that Xie Yuchen had some brilliant plan to save the Ming Dynasty, and quickly asked, "What?"

A sly glint flashed in Xie Yuchen's eyes, his peach blossom eyes curving into a smile as he said with a serious yet mischievous grin:

"Find a bro and have him knock you out. I think Wu Xie (Angelababy) has a lot of experience with that."

Hei Xiazi paused upon hearing this, realizing that Xie Yuchen was teasing him.

He chuckled and waved his hand, "No, no, no, I don't need it. This 'unique' sleep-inducing service is for Wu Xie. I, Blackie, can't handle it."

Meanwhile, Wu Xie, far away in Hangzhou, suddenly sneezed.

A surge of heat instantly gushed from his nasal cavity, like a flood bursting its banks, flowing down his chin and clothes, everywhere.

He quickly grabbed a few tissues and pressed them to his nose; in no time, they were all stained red.

Having just emerged from the illusion, Wu Xie was still somewhat dazed. Lying on the bed, looking at the incandescent light on the ceiling, he suddenly felt that the light was particularly dazzling.

In the confined basement, the light is no longer salvation; it is dim and ambiguous, perfect for concealing human ugliness.

The pain belatedly crept in.

Wu Xie was panting, feeling as if there were blades in the air.

To inhale pheromones, anesthesia cannot be used, otherwise it will affect the effectiveness of the pheromones.

So there are only two words to describe it—endure it.

Wu Xie has lost count of how many times this has happened.

After repeated exposure, one of the most noticeable changes is that the pain receptors seem to become less sensitive, and the body gradually adapts to the pain.

This is a good thing.

However, this is not a good thing either.

Despite explaining this so many times, he hasn't made any progress.

Strangely, every time he felt he was about to break through the fog, he would suddenly wake up.

"Again," he said.

"No." Another male voice rang out in the room, its tone extremely cold and hard.

Huo Daofu skillfully inserted an acupuncture needle into Wu Xie's arm and started an IV drip, then removed his medical gloves, which were damp with a thin layer of sweat.

He coldly instructed, "You'd better lie down and rest until this bottle of medicine is finished. If you dare to pull out the needle, you're finished. Second Master invited me here to save your life. I've taken the bribe, so I can't go back on my word. You don't want me to add anything else to it, do you?"

Wu Xie had just raised his hand, then lowered it.

That damn heartless doctor!

Unable to remove the needle and bored, Wu Xie started scrolling through his phone. The group chat was still "lively."

Was Su Wan also pulled back?

Depend on!

On what grounds?

At this moment, the fat man opened the door, carrying a thermos, and walked in.

"How naive! People need food to survive. Come on, try the cold noodles I made."

Wu Xie was helped up by the fat man. There was a table in front of him with a bowl of steaming noodles on it.

Watching this scene, Hordorf rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Just like postpartum confinement."

He then left the room directly.

The fat man was furious: "Hey! This kid has no manners at all, no respect for elders, no love for children, his character is so bad, no wonder the Ming Dynasty looks down on him!"

Wu Xie clicked his tongue.

I thought to myself, Fatty, what you're saying seems like a group attack.

He lowered his head and ate his noodles, not wanting to say anything.

The fat man, unable to contain his curiosity, asked, "How did Tianzhen do this time? Did she remember anything?"

Wu Xie nodded, then shook his head.

The fat man was bewildered: "What does this mean?"

"What I mean is, although I don't remember it all, and I only vaguely saw a blurry figure, I heard a voice before the illusion shattered."

"This voice sounds a lot like it came from the Ming Dynasty."

The fat man blinked. "So this figure is from the Ming Dynasty? You guys have really seen him before?"

Wu Xie shook his head: "I'm not sure, because I haven't seen her face clearly yet. However, I heard her say something, asking if I wanted to bet with her."

"What are we betting on?" the fat man asked reflexively.

"I don't know, the illusion shattered here." Wu Xie sighed, which was why he had to continue immediately.

The room returned to quiet.

Wu Xie's phone vibrated, and when he opened it, his eyes widened and he suddenly stood up.

Because Qi Qiu made another startling remark in the group.

Qi Qiu: @Jie Yuchen, could you please explain why she added you back? Let me guess. Did you shamelessly use your charm to get into her bed?

Wu Xie: ?

I sat up abruptly from my deathbed, only to find my childhood friend overtaking me without me in the car?