Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Let's go back to two hours earlier.

After Zhang Haike and the others sent the message to the group chat, everyone immediately realized that something had happened.

They dared not delay any longer, and put down everything they were doing, rushing towards Yu Village without stopping.

The first person to arrive was someone unexpected.

Liu Sang, dressed in casual clothes, appeared at the gate of the courtyard, panting.

The moment the message popped up in the group chat, he happened to be in Fujian, very close to Yucun. So he immediately called a car.

A dozen minutes later, the car stopped at the village entrance, but to his surprise, as soon as he opened the car door, he heard some unpleasant noises.

His heart tightened, and he ran wildly in the direction of the sound.

When he reached the source of the sound and looked into the doorway, he froze on the spot.

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

His eyes were fixed on a beautiful figure in the arena. Although he didn't know what was happening, he knew that Shen Mingchao was fighting with a very strange man.

Instinct compelled him to step over the threshold, and he instinctively wanted to go up and help, but the next second he was stopped.

Don't go.

His tone was heavy, carrying a warning.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the person blocking his way. He had never seen him before and did not know him, but his face was extremely familiar to him.

His name is said to be Shen Can.

Looking at the man in the photo, he thought maliciously: What's the point of a man being so handsome? He must be a seductive vixen, all looks and no substance.

His thoughts seem to have been confirmed.

"Are you even men?!"

"She put herself in such a dangerous situation! She only cared about protecting herself when something happened; how could she be so shameless?"

"If you're afraid of death, then get out of my way!"

Liu Sang glared fiercely at the two men in front of him, his long-suppressed dissatisfaction finally erupting.

Not only did they get there first, but at the crucial moment, they left Shen Mingchao to face the danger alone.

Wang Can & Zhang Haixia: "..."

Liu Sang's insult to them, calling them not men, was the greatest insult they could receive.

While keeping a close eye on the battle, Zhang Haixia took a moment to give Wang Can a look.

Take good care of your own younger brother.

Understanding Zhang Haixia's meaning, Wang Can rolled his eyes and sighed.

They weren't simply letting Shen Mingchao fight alone without helping; rather, they realized that Shen Mingchao was using the monster as a sparring partner, and was getting stronger with each battle. If they went up to him, they would only cause trouble.

Little did they know there was another idiot who couldn't see the situation clearly.

Wang Can could only console himself that the idiot was his own brother, so he suppressed his anger and patiently explained a few things:

"Before you try to be a hero, can't you have a clear understanding of your own abilities? You can't even withstand a few moves from me, what are you going to do rush in? Be cannon fodder, or a hostage? She's already tired enough, does she want to have to spare her energy to save you?"

"Blindly charging forward doesn't make you a warrior; that's just overestimating yourself, understand?"

Clearly, Liu Sang didn't listen to what he said.

Instead, they misinterpreted his meaning.

"Just call yourself a coward, why make so many excuses for yourself?"

"I told you, if you're afraid of dying, get out of my way! I may not be very skilled, but I won't let the Ming Dynasty stand in my way!"

Wang Can scoffed, too lazy to waste words with Liu Sang, and directly grabbed the other man by the collar, leading him to a corner where three seriously injured people lay—Fatty, Wu Xie, and Huo Daofu.

"If you're really that bored, shut up and bandage their wounds."

Liu Sang's eyes widened, and he retorted incredulously, "Why?"

"Because of this!" Wang Can raised his right hand, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "You don't want it to fall on the back of your neck, do you?"

A chill ran through him, and Liu Sang shrank his neck—a natural human reaction to danger.

Seeing that Liu Sang shut up, Wang Can shook his hand hard, but before turning away, he couldn't bear it and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mingchao is much better than you think. She won't lose."

After Liu Sang calmed down, a second group of people soon arrived.

They were Wu Xie's men.

As for why they arrived so quickly, it was because they received a strange phone call from Hordorf before they received the message in the group chat.

The call was immediately disconnected. When they called back, no one answered.

This situation is clearly very unusual.

Originally, Huo Daofu was hired by Master Wu to be Wu Xie's private doctor in Yucun, to treat his nose, which was damaged again due to excessive absorption of pheromones.

After discussing it, the group gave Hordorf a sum of money and asked him to help look after the guesthouse.

Kan Jian's comment, "This guy might take this opportunity to transfer ownership of the guesthouse, right?" alerted the other three.

Since they had nothing else to do, Bai She, Wang Meng, Luo Que, and Kan Jian simply put down their mahjong tiles, closed Wu Shan Ju, and drove off.

On the way, Wang Meng was still complaining about the last round, how good his hand was, and how it was a real loss not to finish it. But after the group message popped up, the group finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

I floored the accelerator and headed straight for Yucun.

So they went through the same process as Liu Sang.

They stopped abruptly, unable to believe what they were seeing. After realizing what had happened, they all pulled out their weapons to help, but were stopped by Wang Can and Zhang Haixia. An argument ensued, but was eventually stopped by the fat man.

"I'm telling you guys, don't let the floodwaters wash away the Dragon King's temple," the fat man said helplessly. "When gods fight, mortals should stay away. You shouldn't go up there and cause trouble for the Ming Dynasty."

With Fatty's words, the four members of the Wu family reluctantly became spectators.

But it hasn't completely stopped.

Kan Jian, holding a slingshot, tried to provide support from the sidelines, but Wang Can questioned him, "Can you even hit the target?"

"Who do you think you are?"

The next second, the pebble followed a beautiful parabola and landed smoothly on the ground.

No one hit them.

"Damn! That monster is that fast?"

Seeing that Kan Jian had been thwarted, Luo Que silently put away the fishing rod he had been about to use.

If we're going to lose face, losing face for our brothers is enough.

The White Snake and Wang Meng thought the same thing, and together they silently withdrew their restless hands and feet.

If it actually makes things worse, then it will be incredibly embarrassing.

About half an hour later, the small village house welcomed the third group of people, namely the Zhang family and Qi Qiu.

And San San.

This is Shen Mingchao's precious darling. Now that they're all gone, there's no way he'll leave San San alone in an empty room.

So before setting off, Qi Qiu went back to her room and packed San San in a cat carrier to bring along.

When they arrived at Rain Village, the furry child, who had just stepped out of the cat carrier, immediately bristled and hissed at the monster.

If Wang Meng hadn't been quick-witted and scooped the cat into his arms, San San would probably have already rushed into battle by now.

Those who live in Beijing and the Blind Tomb are the furthest away and suffer the most.

When Shen Mingchao severed one of Wang Zhi's hands, Diao Chan was still on her way on horseback...

No, they're still on the plane and haven't landed yet.

Those who hadn't arrived were extremely anxious, while those at the scene were utterly astonished.

Especially after the fat man finished recounting what he had heard, Wu Xie, who had just woken up, reacted unusually strongly.

He was trembling like a leaf, repeatedly muttering, "It's her, it was her..."

The fat man hurriedly asked, "Who?"

Wu Xie turned his gaze to the arena, and the blurry figure in his mind suddenly became clear.

The youthful face in his memory gradually overlapped with the girl's face, and he finally realized Shen Mingchao's identity. Then he slapped himself hard.

"I fucking deserve to die!"