Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

This was a face that was somewhat unfamiliar to her, yet left a deep impression on her.

This description is contradictory.

Because she had only seen this person sporadically a few times in those memories that she later awakened, and the reason she had a deep impression of him was because he was the first person [Wang Han] killed.

Years ago, when she went out for a training exercise with Wang Can, Wang Can accidentally fell off a cliff. During the rescue, this person took advantage of her vulnerability and said he would kill her in exchange for the laboratory, and even said he would dissect her. In order to protect herself, she slit his throat with a knife.

Did this person not die back then?

No, it's impossible.

In a life-or-death situation, she couldn't possibly hold back. The blade pierced deeper than half a finger, and the spurting blood covered a meter. That cut must have severed her carotid artery; no one could survive under such circumstances.

She checked his breath herself; he was completely dead.

So what's going on now?

How could someone who had personally buried a dead person come back to life and become such a bizarre monster?

In this world of tales of tomb raiding, anything is truly possible (?).

Oh right, she remembered this person's name was—

"Wang Zhi".

Hehehehe

It's rare that after all these years, you still remember my name.

Is this an honor for me?

Wang Zhi's face turned ashen, and he laughed sinisterly. After he finished laughing, he raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar, his fingertips touching the scar on his neck, which he then openly showed to her.

"Look, I sewed this myself, stitch by stitch. How is it? Pretty good, right?"

The dog in front of me was behaving erratically, and there was a clearly visible, grotesque centipede-shaped wound on its neck.

Shen Mingchao's face darkened, and disgust surged in his eyes.

Only two words came to mind: madman.

This is an absolute madman.

Why are you making such an incredulous face?

Wang Zhi, a forced smile playing on his lips, stiffly tilted his head and extended his blood-stained hand, pointing one by one at the cold-faced Zhang Haixia and Wang Can, before uttering a startling statement:

[Him, and him]

[Aren't these two people beside you also back from the dead? It's nothing new to you, is it?]

"What?" Shen Mingchao's brows furrowed with deep concern. Wang Zhi's words meant only one thing: he knew Zhang Haixia and Wang Can's identities.

"***, the Ming Dynasty, no need to waste words with them!"

Wang Can had long since reached his limit. He was initially surprised that the monster was Wang Zhi, but he himself was not a normal person, so he quickly accepted reality.

What followed was a surge of anger.

"I don't care who you are, I haven't settled the score with you for what happened back then, and today I'll settle all the old and new scores at once!"

Wang Can drew the blade he carried with him and charged forward. The blade flashed coldly as it swept across the target, each move aimed directly at vital points.

[Hey, hey, hey, it's just old acquaintances meeting, no need to be so enthusiastic, Wang Can.]

Wang Zhi showed no sign of panic, his steps were leisurely and relaxed, as if he were strolling in a courtyard. He moved to the side, stepped back, and spun around, each time skillfully avoiding the tip of the knife.

With a flick of his fingertip, several tiny insects swarmed out, densely packed, and pounced on the man holding the knife.

Wang Can swung his knife wildly, trying to drive away the insects, but the insects nimbly dodged the blades and burrowed into his skin along his sleeves and neck, stinging him all over and causing his strength to become chaotic.

It seems my little bug really likes you, Wang Can.

Wang Zhi did not actively engage in close combat, but instead continuously released small insects to distract the enemy, while he skillfully avoided all attacks.

It's like...playing.

During a lull in the fight, he suddenly turned his head and his gaze fell precisely on Shen Mingchao beside him.

As if finally finding an audience, the long-suppressed obsession could no longer be contained and poured out all at once.

Do you know why I was resurrected?

A triumphant smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes swirling with an almost obsessive adoration, and his voice rose a few decibels.

[I witnessed a miracle! That great being knows everything in the world, is omnipotent, and resurrected me, allowing me to glimpse the rules governing the world!]

Look... the flesh and blood of these chosen ones are the best nourishment, but it's still not enough!

The adult said, "Only you, only your flesh and blood, can make him the supreme being in this world!"

At this point, he sighed, "I've been looking for you for so long. I thought you had already perished in the explosion in the Wang family's basement and turned to ashes."

【finally--】

I received instructions from the adults!

Want to guess what I did?

Seeing Wang Zhi's fanatical gaze, Shen Mingchao didn't say anything.

Who knows what this guy did? Her gut feeling told her it couldn't be anything good.

They keep chattering away, it's really annoying. If I kill them, they won't talk so much anymore.

She also casually drew a knife, and just as she was about to step forward, her arm was gently patted.

"I'll do it."

Leaving those words behind, Zhang Haixia turned and joined the battle.

More insects flew out from Wang Zhi's body, covering the sky like wisps of black mist.

The attacks from the two men were no longer so easy for him to handle, but he still kept his eyes fixed on Shen Mingchao, chattering incessantly.

But then he said something unexpected.

That mother, seriously ill and desperate, was so pitiful. So I helped her, which made her condition worse even faster. All the doctors in the lab were at a loss.

But it doesn't matter, there's your blood in that lab, they thought they were just trying anything.

No! That's the evidence I finally have to confirm it's you!

A mother suffering from a serious illness?

Wang Zhi wouldn't bring up someone who seemed completely unrelated without a reason. And her blood? Was he just trying anything?

Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through her mind.

Her brows furrowed tightly as she demanded sharply, "What's the name of this 'mother' you're talking about?!"

[Oh? It seems you remember now. Of course, her surname is Li. She was your adoptive mother; she almost went to hell.]

Seemingly pleased with Shen Mingchao's furious expression, Wang Zhi continued his provocation:

You look angry? Do you want to kill me?

Don't you think you're pathetic? You don't even know who you are.

Hehehe—

You can't go back!

Wang Zhi's last words struck Shen Mingchao's deepest vulnerability.

The short sentence was like a curse clinging to her bones, echoing repeatedly in her mind. It was a heartache that tormented her day and night, a pain she dared not think about too much, a sharp and subtle ache spreading from the depths of her heart.

She could no longer remain calm and charged forward with the knife in hand.

A chaotic battle is about to break out!

In a corner where no one was paying attention, the person who had been unconscious woke up amidst the commotion.

But he dared not make a sound, and could only move his body little by little to confirm that Wu Xie was still breathing.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a series of words that shattered his worldview.

Fatty: ? ? ? Am I dreaming?