Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Perhaps it was because he had seen too many strange cosplayers, but Shen Mingchao had an unprecedented nightmare.

In her dream, she came to a place shrouded in mist. If she looked closely, she could see many small flying insects lurking in the mist, densely packed and blending into the mist.

She didn't know where she was, and could only instinctively walk towards the light. As the light in the distance grew larger, she stepped into it. As her vision gradually cleared, she stared wide-eyed at the scene before her.

Two people stood in the open space outside the fog.

To be precise, it's a standoff.

One of them looked very familiar to her. Although his back was to her, judging from his figure, clothing, and the knife in his hand, this person was Zhang Qilin.

She actually dreamed about Zhang Qilan?!

This is truly unprecedented.

Thinking this, Shen Mingchao took a closer look, and his brows furrowed instantly.

Zhang Qilin's back was ramrod straight, his whole being exuding a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, and he was in a state of tense readiness to unleash his power.

His fingers unconsciously tightened, gripping the black gold ancient sword in his hand, his eyes fixed on the person opposite him.

Shen Mingchao's gaze followed.

Weird.

She couldn't even see the person opposite her; it was as if she were enveloped by the fog from before.

What exactly is going on?

Before Shen Mingchao could think further, a great battle was about to break out. She watched helplessly as the two of them clashed, their speed so fast that they were just afterimages.

She didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't just stand by and watch. Just as she was about to pick up some stones to use as weapons, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

【Shen - Ming - Dynasty】

Bring her here.

I will release your people.

It was a male voice.

If it wasn't Zhang Qilan, then it could only be someone who fought against Zhang Qilan who said it.

His voice was terribly hoarse, and every word he uttered sounded rough and torn, like sandpaper rubbing against rotten wood.

It was the most unpleasant voice Shen Mingchao had ever heard in her life, but besides being unpleasant, she was even more shocked by the content of the words.

Damn it.

How did I end up in this person's mouth?

It seems to have even become a tool used to threaten Zhang Qiyu.

I can't take it anymore.

Shen Mingchao squatted down, intending to pick up pebbles to use as weapons, but his hand passed right through them.

She was utterly astonished.

Unconvinced, she tried a few more times and finally confirmed one fact: she couldn't touch anything; she was invisible.

In other words, was she really dreaming...?

Realizing this, Shen Mingchao became even angrier.

Feeding

Can't you at least respect the rules?

Since it's her dream, she is the creator god and the supreme being of this world. Shouldn't she be able to do whatever she wants?

Why can't you even pick up a tiny pebble?

What's the point of having a dream like that?

Based on her extensive reading experience, there is a shortcut to quickly break free from dreams.

That is--

Shen Mingchao's gaze returned to the battlefield, where the two sides had reached a fever pitch. Zhang Qilin was wounded and even seemed to be losing ground.

Just as the enemy raised his hand, her eyes lit up and she rushed over.

He committed suicide directly.

Few brains can withstand such stimulation, and people caught in the dream are jolted awake.

Shen Mingchao was no exception.

She suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, feeling a lingering sense of fear, as if she had survived a close call.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Shen Mingchao looked in the direction of the sound and met Qi Qiu's concerned gaze. He shook his head.

She straightened up, took the damp towel Qi Qiu handed her, wiped the sweat from her face, and then muttered to herself involuntarily:

"This voice is still the best."

"Um……"

Qi Qiu kept his head down, but he had obviously heard the compliment, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Shen Mingchao asked again.

Only after the curse was cast did Shen Mingchao realize how well prepared this kid was. He said he had bought the apartment above hers a long time ago, just waiting for her to nod so he could move in.

And then there's the White Snake. After he found out about this, he came over to tell her a couple of days later that he had bought the apartment above hers. Now they are truly residents of the same building.

It's amazing.

At that moment, Shen Mingchao suddenly had a strong premonition that this building would be contracted out sooner or later.

Not long after, the white snake left again.

When asked, he said yes, he has a family now and needs to work hard to earn money to support his family.

Looking at the long string of zeros in her bank account, Shen Mingchao really wanted to say that she could easily support several kept women.

However, seeing how cheerful the other person looked, she really didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm, so she just told them to be careful on the road and pay attention to safety.

Qi Qiu, on the other hand, is much more shameless than the White Snake.

After handing over all his assets to her, he confronted her directly, telling her without batting an eye:

"Sister, I'm out of money. I have to live as a kept woman. You won't look down on me, will you?"

Shen Mingchao: "..."

I really want to kill this vixen.

But the canary eventually settled in.

So Shen Mingchao's real intention was not to ask why Qi Qiu was here, but rather why she was in her room.

With so many people, rules need to be established.

They are free to come and go from her house, but her house is her private space, and no one may enter without her permission, or they will bear the consequences.

"Wait, wait, sister, don't be angry. I can explain. I knew you were having a nightmare, and I was afraid you wouldn't wake up, so I..."

Qi Qiu spoke extremely fast, as if afraid that Shen Mingchao would casually toss her out the window and send her flying like a kite.

After hearing this, Shen Mingchao slowly lowered his hand.

It turned out to be the case.

That makes sense.

When the topic of nightmares came up, Shen Mingchao calmed down, as the content of her dreams always made her uneasy.

Are they nightmares caused by excessive worry, or are they precognitive dreams caused by real danger?

"Sister," Qi Qiu said gently, "I know what you're worried about. The kind of work we do is very dangerous, but the bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish. I did anticipate that they would be in danger, but don't worry, they're out of danger now."

"real?"

Although it was a question, Shen Mingchao was willing to believe Qi Qiu's words.

Qi Qiu nodded.

After a while, he said again, "The weather is so nice today, sister, why don't you go out to the balcony and enjoy it?"

The topic shifted abruptly, and Shen Mingchao immediately became alert. She knew that Qi Qiu was a riddle-maker and wouldn't say such things without reason; it was obvious that there was something more to her words.

So she quickly washed up and went straight to the balcony.