Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

This story begins during a conversation at the hotel, where Xie Yuchen brought up an idea at the end.

"I want to test just how far her ability goes."

Wu Xie remained silent.

Zhang Qi remained silent.

And now is the best opportunity.

Without further hesitation, Xie Yuchen slowly reached for Shen Mingchao's seatbelt buckle, pressed down with his fingertips, and with a "click," the obstructing seatbelt was removed.

He gently pushed Shen Mingchao again, causing the sleeping girl to unconsciously lean towards him. He went to meet her and carefully pulled her into his arms.

At that moment, Xie Yuchen let out a muffled groan.

He stepped into the vortex of desire, lost himself, his soul was easily lured away, and a greedy itch seeped from his very bones.

"Little Flower?!"

The car had already stopped at the service area. Wu Xie turned around and saw that Xie Yuchen was acting strangely, so he quickly asked him what was wrong.

"No...it's nothing."

Xie Yuchen closed his eyes and focused his mind, clearing away all distracting thoughts. Looking down, he saw the girl in his arms still fast asleep, and he breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Are you alright? Maybe we should call it a day?"

Wu Xie had never seen Xie Yuchen so out of control; all he could see was a sea of ​​red.

From the tips of her ears to her cheeks, the blush had already seeped through these areas, as if someone had accidentally knocked over a rouge box, letting it burn all the way to the forbidden area below her collar.

He had been through it all himself, and after a long period of contact with Shen Mingchao, he knew that feeling was unpleasant and even harder to endure.

Despite feeling so distressed, Xie Yuchen still shook his head, "There couldn't be a better opportunity than this, could there?"

He wasn't the type to give up halfway; he loosened his tie and tossed it aside to ease the suffocating feeling.

Xie Yuchen stopped wasting words and planned to finish the fight quickly. With a flash of cold light, a line of blood appeared on his forearm.

Xie Yuchen made a shallow cut on the first cut.

It was a test.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the blood on Xie Yuchen's forearm cut quickly congealed, forming a dark red scab in the blink of an eye, with the edges slightly raised.

With curiosity, Xie Yuchen reached out and gently touched the skin. The scab fell off, revealing smooth skin without even a scratch.

Normally, a wound like this would take several days to heal. But now, the process takes less than five minutes.

Xie Yuchen looked up and met Wu Xie's gaze; both of them saw shock in each other's eyes.

The healing speed was too fast, it was terrifying.

Xie Yuchen then tried a few more times, each time making more severe cuts, with blood dripping down the blade.

"That's enough." The male voice was extremely calm, yet it carried an unyielding and intimidating force.

The person in the passenger seat finally spoke.

Zhang Qilin never expressed his opinion from the beginning, which means that Xie Yuchen's approach was at the cost of harming himself and had no impact on Shen Mingchao; otherwise, he would not have agreed.

Judging from Xie Yuchen's state, if he doesn't speak up to stop it, this person might do something even more extreme.

Zhang Qilin had just turned around when he frowned and reminded the stunned Xie Yuchen, "Don't let the blood drip onto her."

"what?"

It took Xie Yuchen a while to regain his senses. Looking down, he saw that his deep, bone-revealing wound was healing more slowly than before, and blood was gushing out, congealing into beads that were about to drip onto Shen Mingchao's face.

Before he could even grab a tissue, Xie Yuchen threw down the knife and caught it with the palm of his other hand.

a drop.

Two drops.

Blood gradually bloomed on her fair skin.

Xie Yuchen's wound is too deep; it probably won't heal anytime soon.

Fortunately, they have achieved the result they wanted.

Xie Yuchen could no longer hold on.

This overwhelming wave has completely overshadowed the pain in my arm.

Reason seems to be in grave danger.

It was only then that the people in the car realized something was strange: all their commotion had failed to wake Shen Mingchao.

Was he sleeping too soundly?

still......

Just as he thought this, Shen Mingchao in Xie Yuchen's arms suddenly became restless, muttering incoherently.

Xie Yuchen also trembled slightly.

There was only one thought in his chaotic mind.

He has no one to blame but himself; he brought this upon himself.

Wu Xie immediately sensed something was wrong. He had just opened the car door when he found that Zhang Qilin reacted even faster. Zhang Qilin quickly got out of the car, opened the back door, bent down and helped Shen Mingchao back to her seat.

At the same time, Xie Yuchen, finally freed, yanked open the car door and rushed out.

The usually composed head of the Xie family was now disheveled, his shirt in disarray, and he was staggering, looking quite undignified.

With Xie Yuchen's seat vacant, Zhang Qilin took the opportunity to sit down and extended two fingers to take Shen Mingchao's pulse.

Wu Xie also got out of the car. He was there to deal with the bloodstained paper balls and knife. If Shen Mingchao saw this mess, there would be no way to explain it.

After finishing, Wu Xie asked, "Brother, what's wrong with her? Why isn't she waking up? Could it be that letting Xiao Hua's wound heal has some side effects?"

He read that's how it's written in those novels.

Zhang Qilan shook his head: "No, she is very healthy."

This was precisely what puzzled Zhang Qiyu.

He couldn't diagnose anything wrong by taking the pulse. If he had to give an explanation, there was only one possibility: "a nightmare."

Upon hearing those two words, Wu Xie's thoughts began to habitually veer off course. Nightmare was a scientific term; according to their underworld, being possessed by an evil spirit was a more accurate description.

Shen Mingchao spent five months in a place like the Bronze Gate. Unlike Xiao Ge, she didn't dare to provoke those unclean things, but she was very easy to entangle with young girls.

"Young man, how about we hire someone to perform a ritual to get rid of the bad luck for her?"

Zhang Qilin: "..."

Even after not seeing each other for many years, he still sometimes couldn't understand some of Wu Xie's thoughts.

Without saying a word, he directly located a certain acupoint on Shen Mingchao's body and pressed it firmly with his fingers.

This trick really works.

Shen Mingchao jolted awake, his eyes snapping open, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

She couldn't believe what she had just dreamt!