Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

When Zhang Haiyan mentioned that there weren't enough seats, Shen Mingchao assumed it was a five-seater sedan.

But when she actually looked behind the car, she unconsciously tilted her head and was somewhat speechless.

It was a medium-sized van.

It can seat at least seven people.

What's wrong with not being able to sit here?

Could it be that they simply didn't want Xie Yuchen and the others to get on the bus?

Hmm, that's possible.

Just as Shen Mingchao thought this, the car door slowly opened, and when she looked over, her pupils suddenly contracted.

The back seat of the car was dimly lit, and a man in black sat quietly, creating his own little world.

It's like an ancient jade that has been silent for thousands of years.

His dark pupils were unfathomable, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable layer of cold mist, like the snow on distant mountains.

He looked over calmly, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye.

Shen Mingchao felt that Zhang Qilin was most divine at this moment, inspiring awe in people.

Although he himself may just be spacing out.

But Zhang Qilin's eyes had an extremely strong sense of pressure.

The moment she looked at him, she instinctively looked away.

It's hard to come by.

She never felt guilty when she had made a plan or encountered these people.

Now, facing Zhang Qiyu, she felt somewhat awkward.

Shen Mingchao felt that this was probably a kind of chick fetish.

Zhang Qilin was the first person she met in this world, and they relied on each other for five months.

No matter what happens, her feelings for this person will always be somewhat special.

Under such gazes, she always felt that "her daughter was love-struck, secretly fell in love with a blond guy behind her parents' backs, and then brought the blond guy home to be judged by her parents."

???

She must have read too many mindless novels, ruining her brain and making up all sorts of nonsense in her head!

On the other hand, seeing Shen Mingchao's reaction, Zhang Qilan couldn't help but wonder if the other party didn't want to see him.

Otherwise, why would I have avoided his gaze immediately?

Zhang Qilin unconsciously pursed his lips.

Reason and upbringing told him that since the other party was already in a relationship, he should avoid any further contact or entanglement.

But he still followed.

Because the result determined by reason is something he doesn't like or want.

So what does he want?

Thinking about this question, Zhang Qilin spoke softly.

"Ming Dynasty..."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, clear and pure, like a quietly flowing stream.

I can't avoid eye contact with him; everything was normal before, and it should be the same now.

Shen Mingchao: "..."

She certainly heard Zhang Qiyu's voice.

Strangely, she felt that the other person hadn't finished speaking.

Given the current situation, a slightly narcissistic idea popped into my head.

Ming Dynasty...

Look at me...

Shen Mingchao blinked to clear his mind, then silently got into the car.

She nodded to Zhang Qiyu in the back seat as a response, but did not speak.

What are you saying?

Should I enthusiastically introduce them to the world?

Look, this is my new boyfriend.

Look, this is my roommate who has been my only family for the past five months.

forget it.

Upon suddenly seeing the clan leader, Zhang Haixia was clearly more nervous than her; no joke, this time his knuckles were genuinely white.

She could tell how much force the other person was using just by looking at them.

Bloodline suppression is indeed not to be underestimated.

If she had known there was such a trump card in this car, she definitely wouldn't have agreed so readily.

Just as the atmosphere in the car became silent, a head suddenly popped out from the driver's seat.

It was the familiar hairstyle and long gown.

It feels like I could fly on a sword any second now.

As a Taoist priest, Zhang Qianjun was not so otherworldly; on the contrary, he was very down-to-earth.

Growing up in the completely isolated mountains, compared to the others who were almost too clever for their own good, Zhang Qianjun was indeed one of the least scheming and, in a sense, the most naive.

For example, right now.

The man greeted him with a smile, then took out a thermos from his pocket and handed it directly to Shen Mingchao with a long arm.

"Are you hungry? Here's a jianbing (Chinese crepe) I made not long ago, it's still warm, and I added lots of your favorite fillings. Would you like to try some?"

Shen Mingchao caught it instinctively.

Upon opening it, a wonderful aroma filled the air.

It was indeed a delicious-smelling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).

Wow!

It's a very simple feeding behavior.

I couldn't resist the temptation of Jianbing Guozi.

She hesitated for a moment, but followed her instincts and gladly accepted it.

"Thank you, then I won't be polite."

Zhang Qianjun was very pleased.

All the gloom during this period has vanished.

Putting aside that Second Uncle's mask for now, today he's filled with resentment.

He originally wanted to get out of the car and follow them to intercept the deal, but Zhang Haiyan and Zhang Haike stopped him.

They said that with the rain so heavy outside, how could the clan chief be allowed to do such dirty and tiring work as finding a car to puncture a tire? They could do it themselves. They also said that it was too boring for the clan chief to be alone in the car, so they asked him to stay and lighten the mood.

As a result, after the two people finished their work, they went straight to the mall without even being notified.

So you're sneaking around eating alone, huh?

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Otherwise, if the plan falls apart and Shen Mingchao doesn't come, they'll have made a wasted trip, and the clan chief will definitely kill them with his eyes.

"Hello!"

Zhang Haiyan, in the passenger seat, sneered and said, "Jun, you're being a bit biased. I'm hungry too. After all these years of friendship, why didn't you leave one for me?"

Zhang Qianjun rolled his eyes: "Don't you have hands? If you want to eat, can't you make it yourself?"

"And what about the clan chief?" Zhang Haiyan smiled slyly, shifting the blame: "I remember the clan chief didn't eat either, did he?"

Zhang Qiyu: ?

Did he say he hadn't eaten?

Shen Mingchao, sitting in the middle, overheard this conversation. Her jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) was a little hot, so she looked around and said, "I haven't eaten yet, how about we share this?"

Although there might not be enough to go around.

"Ignore them, it's the Ming Dynasty."

Zhang Haike, who was sitting in the back row with Zhang Qilan, also spoke up, glancing at the person in the passenger seat, and said, "Haiyan is joking, we've already eaten."

It doesn't matter if you've never eaten it before.

The Zhang family has this kind of training to withstand hunger, because even if they bring dry rations to the tomb, they may still run out of food and ammunition.

This training method ensures that they can survive longer than ordinary people in such conditions.

An ordinary person would definitely collapse if they didn't eat for a few days, but they are different. The Zhang family members who have grown up must have passed the test, otherwise they would have gone to meet God long ago.

"Okay, then."

Shen Mingchao nodded and ate the pancake.

Thinking about the Zhang family members in this car, and that she was the only outsider, she felt a lot of pressure.

Is it too late for her to get out of the car and run away?