Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Of course, you can smell it.

Zhang Haixia has always had a keen sense of smell, which is his advantage, but it has also brought him some trouble.

Especially back when he partnered with Zhang Haiyan.

This guy neither smokes nor drinks, and his body is always covered in various pungent smells, which is a real hardship for him.

During the most agonizing year, he wished he could personally help this guy take a bath.

Only when the two of them are downwind, allowing the wind to carry away the smells, can they coexist peacefully.

A century later, his nose is still incredibly sensitive. Fortunately, Shen Mingchao is extremely clean, and he's the one who keeps the house clean. Even Wang Can has given in to his overwhelming physical strength.

Compared to his time in Malacca, his nose has finally received preferential treatment.

But just now, he clearly smelled the stench of blood that he least wanted to smell.

The source of the smell was his people present, with the smell from Zhang Haiyan's direction being the strongest.

The answer is already obvious.

Everyone had some injuries, and Zhang Haiyan's old wounds must have reopened.

If he were Zhang Haixia, he could certainly openly admit that he smelled it, but now he is Shen Xia.

He subtly raised his eyes, pointed to Zhang Haiyan's waist and abdomen, and explained everything as:

"I saw you were bleeding."

Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Haiyan instinctively lowered his head.

On the pink fabric, dark red bloodstains slowly spread, like mottled red plum blossoms scattered on the ground, particularly conspicuous.

Tsk, what a blunder.

If he had known this would happen, he should have worn a black or red outfit. Now that he's wearing pink, he can't hide it no matter what.

Although the other party's statement was flawless, he still felt a strange sense of unease.

Without any evidence, Zhang Haiyan could only curl his lip and let out a cold sneer: "Mr. Shen's eyesight is really sharp. He can even notice such a small detail from such a distance."

Zhang Haixia smiled faintly and remained silent.

The subtle exchange between the two came to an end, but there was one other person present who, after hearing their conversation, was furious.

"Zhang Haiyan, are you sick in the head?!"

Shen Mingchao's eyes blazed with anger, and he spoke rudely: "You're injured, what are you doing getting involved? I just made a move, why didn't you dodge? What? Are you trying to scam me?"

"Let me tell you, don't try to pull that self-inflicted injury ploy on me, I'm not falling for it!"

A barrage of words rained down, and everyone around remained silent.

Only a faint, sarcastic voice came from beside her: "I see you're eating a lot..."

Shen Mingchao suddenly turned his head and found it was Wang Can.

Why are our own people undermining us?

She snapped, "Shut up!"

Wang Can stopped abruptly, shut his mouth in embarrassment, and silently shrank back after taking only half a step forward, staying to the side and not daring to say another word.

Seeing this, Qi Qiu immediately let out a cold laugh, his mockery undisguised: "Serves you right for being so talkative."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was slapped hard on the back of the head, the force of which nearly sent him tumbling into the bushes beside him.

After he scrambled to his feet, he turned and glared fiercely at Wang Can, plotting to get back to his senses and act like a villain to vent his anger.

After the noise subsided, Zhang Haike spoke up to smooth things over, his gaze falling on Shen Mingchao, whose face was flushed with anger. He gently advised, "Mingchao, don't be angry. I advised them before, but they are stubborn and wouldn't listen. It's their own fault for not dodging; they're asking for trouble. It has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Haiyan grinned: "Yeah, I was asking for trouble."

Shen Mingchao really wanted to say that if Brother Zhang's lips hadn't turned white, this "looking for torture" statement would have been more convincing.

She wanted to say that she knew why Brother Zhang didn't hide; they had concealed their identities and were at fault, so they should atone for their sins. That's why she wanted to take action to vent her anger.

Logically speaking, she should have coldly said, "Serves you right."

Strangely, instead of feeling relieved, she felt a nameless anger rising within her.

Hmm... thinking about it carefully, it might be because she's a normal person, rather than a typical S.

Shen Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief and slowly calmed down. She had not forgotten her original purpose for coming here.

"Forget it, I won't pursue the other matters for now." She glanced at the people in front of her, her expression slowly turning serious.

"What I want to know now is why you were so badly injured, why he lost his memory, and where the Zhang family's operation you mentioned went, and what happened there. I hope you can tell me the truth."

This means we're getting down to business.

The three of them also became serious and exchanged glances. Originally, it was supposed to be Zhang Haiyan, who was the most talkative, who was going to tell the story, but he had brought it upon himself and was now only concerned with the pain.

So Zhang Haike spoke first: "Before we talk about the Ming Dynasty, may I ask a question?"

I don't know what Zhang Haike wants to ask, but whatever he asks, let her listen first.

Shen Mingchao nodded: "Go ahead and ask."

"You're probably already well aware of our identities. You've never inquired about our past before, so you're likely not interested in this kind of thing."

"But why are you particularly concerned about our actions this time?"

Zhang Haike sighed and voiced his doubts, "Mingchao, we don't want to involve you in these dark and complicated old stories. If you're curious because of the clan leader's amnesia, I advise you not to delve into it. These things have nothing to do with you; we can handle them ourselves."

"Who said it doesn't matter?"

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but retort.

The Zhang family's operation is classified; without giving them some reason, it might be difficult to get them to talk.

So she took a deep breath and subtly revealed her purpose for coming:

"I had a dream early this morning. I initially thought it was just a nightmare, but something felt off."

"I saw him in my dream—" she said, gesturing to Zhang Qilin, "fighting with someone I couldn't see clearly, and more importantly, I heard him say my name."

"What?!" Zhang Qianjun exclaimed in surprise first, and the other two were also filled with astonishment.

Zhang Haiyan quickly pressed on, "Besides the name, did you hear anything else?"

A very insightful and to-the-point question.

Judging from their reactions, Shen Mingchao made a judgment. That strange dream was probably not simple at all.

But should she tell the whole story? She hesitated for a moment.

The mysterious man threatened Zhang Qilin, saying that if he brought him here, he would release his people.

This is a choice that truly tests one's humanity.