Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Wang Can's statement is neither entirely right nor entirely wrong.

It sounds somewhat reasonable, but in reality, every sentence is barbed, and every word exudes a sarcastic and unsettling tone.

"laugh!"

Zhang Haixia let out a very soft sneer, as if he had heard some huge joke.

His sharp gaze swept directly at Wang Can, his rebuttal full of sarcasm:

"You speak so grandly, yet you don't even look at yourselves. What kind of good people do you think the Wang family are?"

"Feed—"

Wang Can's face darkened, and he said angrily, "Don't compare me to those people. I was already turned by my wife; I'm not one of them!"

"Heh, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you."

Zhang Haixia rolled his eyes, ignoring Wang Can and turning to stare at Shen Mingchao.

A complex mix of emotions surged deep within his eyes.

His tone was firm, and he said each word clearly:

"My lady, don't be surprised. After all, without you, I would have been reduced to ashes long ago. You gave me a new life, and now I only think of you."

Before his death, he faced death with equanimity for the sake of the Zhang family.

That composure stemmed from his extraordinary precocity.

From the moment he set off from Xiamen, he had a strong, undeniable premonition—that this journey might be his last.

Just like a skilled chess player who can predict the outcome of a game based on the layout and movement of the board.

That's just the kind of person he is.

While in Malacca, he remained quiet, awaiting the inevitable end.

He knew he was doomed.

They never place their hopes on gods or Buddhas.

But in countless quiet nights, he also wavered in his belief that he was destined to die.

Everyone has an instinctive desire to live.

He is also included.

He had also secretly imagined that he could live an ordinary day like every ordinary person in the world.

And now.

This regret, buried deep in my heart and thought to be forever unfulfilled, has unexpectedly come true.

His past with the Zhang family was settled the moment he died.

Now, he can cast off the shackles of the Zhang family and let go of all responsibilities and missions.

She lives only for Shen Mingchao.

Thinking of this, the complexity in Zhang Haixia's eyes faded away, and she changed the subject, her expression becoming playful, even carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

"Perfect timing, I'm also curious to see how they'll react if we're on the field."

He clearly saw through Shen Mingchao's intentions and reassured him.

"Don't worry, I won't side with my own people. If they can't even get past us, they might as well pack their bags and get out of here."

Wang Can followed closely behind, his aura turning cold.

He stretched his limbs, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "If they really cause trouble, I won't show any mercy."

Now that the two "actors" are in place, there is still one crucial issue to resolve.

Face and identity.

To everyone else, these two people's faces and identities are far too prominent.

One is a beloved figure who died nearly a century ago, and the other is a mortal enemy of the Wang family who was clearly blown to ashes.

If Zhang Haixia and Wang Can were to show their true faces, just imagining it would be enough to predict the horrified expressions on those people's faces—they would probably look as if they had seen a ghost.

However, this problem is easy to solve.

After Shen Mingchao secretly gathered the materials according to the list provided by the two men, he handed them over to them.

Zhang Haixia's eyes were calm and composed, and he seemed confident.

"My lady, don't worry. Leave the mask to us. We guarantee it will be flawless. Even if the clan leader comes, he won't be able to detect anything amiss."

Wang Can patted Shen Mingchao on the shoulder: "Don't forget, the Wang family planted several spies in the Nine Gates and the Zhang family before, and they were not discovered for many years. Impersonating people is what the Wang family does best."

Shen Mingchao nodded and watched the two people enter the bedroom.

Both the Zhang and Wang families possess extremely high levels of expertise in the art of disguise and impersonation, employing mysterious and unpredictable methods.

Besides changing one's appearance with a human skin mask, there are also methods such as shrinking bones to change height, shoulder width, and even body shape, as well as using gold needles to stimulate acupoints in the throat to change one's voice.

Now, the two have joined forces to integrate the disguise techniques of their respective families.

They personally create the disguise masks, and then combine them with body shrinking to change the body shape and voice tuning with golden needles, completely transforming a person from head to toe, from appearance to voice.

This is enough to deceive everyone's eyes and ears.

While waiting for the two to disguise themselves, Shen Mingchao was bored and decided to use his phone to do some practice questions to pass the time. He then discovered that his Green Bubble had reached 99+ points again.

Once people were brought back, some of them naturally couldn't stay idle.

She glanced at it briefly; there were all sorts of things being posted.

Some people subtly inquired about the reason, some shared their daily lives in hushed tones, and others fawned over her and tried to get her attention.

However, she ignored them all and didn't reply to anyone's messages.

The point is to keep them waiting, to keep them on tenterhooks, to keep them anxious and uncertain, and to prevent them from getting anything done.

Shen Mingchao unconsciously curled his lips into a smile.

The thought of what I'm going to do in a little while makes me want to laugh.

After Shen Mingchao finished two sets of test papers, noise finally came from the direction of the bedroom.

She glanced at the time subconsciously; it had been less than an hour, and the two of them hadn't spent too long changing clothes.

"My lady, you can come and inspect the results now."

Shen Mingchao looked up, following the familiar voice.

The first thing that catches the eye is a handsome man with a strong sexual appeal.

With a tall and straight posture like a green bamboo, clean lines on his shoulders and back, clear and gentle eyebrows and eyes, and sharp and distinct facial features, he exudes a cool and aloof aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Refined and otherworldly, extraordinary and exceptional.

It resembles a black bamboo standing by a cold pool.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Mingchao turned his gaze to the person following closely behind.

But upon seeing it, my heart skipped a beat.

That turned out to be an incredibly handsome man.