Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

It seems the truth can't be hidden any longer.

These people are not easy to fool.

Since they already know that the two people have questionable identities, deliberately concealing it will only arouse their curiosity and backfire, making them even more eager to find out the truth.

There's a saying that goes: Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will surely take root and sprout.

only……

Shen Mingchao exchanged a glance with Zhang Haixia and Wang Can without leaving a trace, and then casually glanced at the Zhang family members, especially Zhang Haiyan and Liu Sang.

The person who was swept froze.

These men were all shrewd and experienced, having spent years navigating the complexities of human nature, and thus possessed a knack for reading people and discerning their character.

Therefore, they immediately understood the hidden meaning in that gaze.

tease; tease;

gloat;

It's like they're waiting to see what happens to them.

The group's expressions turned serious. They knew Shen Mingchao's character; he wouldn't suddenly reveal such an incongruous look in such a formal setting.

A sense of unease unconsciously welled up in each of their hearts.

Just then, the girl in front of them curled the corners of her lips into a smile and asked them, "Are you sure you want to know?"

His tone was extremely light and cheerful.

But it was like a chilling wind, blowing a cold breeze down their spines in the unbearably hot Fujian region.

Recalling the scene where Shen Mingchao beheaded the monster, these words were like someone whispering in their ears, asking them if they wanted to be Louis XVI.

It's a bit creepy.

No, they haven't lived enough.

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings. Many people dared not meet Shen Mingchao's gaze, and one or two of them turned their eyes to the unexpected yet reasonable person.

Fatty: ?

Fatty: No? What do you all mean by looking at me like that?

Of course, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and the others didn't want to be the nail that sticks out, offend Shen Mingchao, or leave a bad impression, so they could only look at the fat man who was the first to ask a question.

Since I've already been a scapegoat once, I'm not afraid of getting itchy from being a louse. Practice makes perfect.

Suddenly, a mountain fell down, and the most innocent man present was burdened with pressure he should not have had to bear.

Fatty: ...

He finally understood.

Fatty: You fucking sold me out?!

He glared back at them one by one: "So you're all afraid of offending the Ming Dynasty? So you're all shrewd? You want me to go through all the minefield? Shouldn't Wang Meng go instead?"

Wang Meng turned his head away immediately: Don't look at me, don't look at me, I'm dead, burn paper money if you need anything.

The fat man rolled his eyes and then glared at the next person.

The others didn't seem to care much, but when he glared at Zhang Qilin, he paused for a moment.

The brotherhood built over many years cannot be faked.

This is his precious little bottle!!

Just as the fat man hesitated, he felt a slight tug on his clothes at the back of his arm. He turned his head and saw his other good-for-nothing brother.

Wu Xie smiled weakly at the fat man.

But what he was really thinking was: It's okay, Fatty, you're big and strong, you can handle it.

Fatty: ...

Fatty: I deserve it, you bastards.

To be honest, Fatty was a bit of a softie (just kidding). Actually, he was out of options. He comforted himself by saying that outsiders should have an outsider's perspective, while forcing a smile and trying to smooth things over.

"The Ming Dynasty, that's your privacy. If you really don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. There's no need to know the truth about everything, right? The more you know, the faster you die. I, Fatty, still want to live a few more years."

"It's not that I can't say," Shen Mingchao said, feigning distress as he rubbed his temples. "It's just that I'm afraid of scaring you."

Should we use the word "fear"?

For this group of tomb raiders who were used to seeing strange things and strange occurrences, there really wasn't anything that could frighten them.

To say that the dead come back to life.

It's not that surprising.

For example, the blue-eyed fox corpse in the Seven Star Lu Palace; the forbidden woman in the underwater tomb in the Xisha Islands; the ghostly soldiers outside the bronze gate...

How can I accept having my courage questioned?

The fat man waved his hand dismissively: "Ming Dynasty, I'm not bragging, but our trio has quite a wealth of experience, enough to write a novel, but..."

He choked up halfway through his sentence.

Because that beautiful face peeled off, revealing an extremely familiar yet hateful face.

After blinking to make sure he wasn't seeing things, the fat man immediately swore.

"You son of a bitch! You're the real bastard!"

"You fatso, watch your mouth." Wang Can cursed through gritted teeth, then let out a long sigh to suppress his anger.

In their first meeting, which was open and frank, he, as Shen Mingchao's public figure, couldn't be too uncouth.

He straightened his clothes and gave a symbolic, fake smile: "Some of you know me, and some don't. Out of politeness, let me reintroduce myself."

"My surname is Wang, my name is Wang Can, and I am a member of the Wang family. As you all think, I died in the Wang family two years ago."

"As for why I'm standing here," Wang Can slowly walked to Shen Mingchao's side, his expression softening instantly, "you probably don't know, but I met her at the Wang family a long time ago. It was thanks to her that I was able to come back to life. So, I live only for her now."

This heartfelt declaration stunned most of the people present, but unexpectedly drew a faint sarcasm.

"So ugly."

Qi Qiu, who knew his identity and was sharp-tongued, already knew what Wang Can really looked like. He could tell just by looking at Liu Sang. He just had a long-standing grudge against that fake beauty.

He tolerated the fact that Xie Yuchen was prettier than him.

What right does Wang Can have to wear a mask? And what he says is even more unpleasant, like "living only for her."

That's disgusting!

Having been verbally abused so intimately, Wang Can immediately dropped his fake smile and said fiercely, "Qi Qiu, are you asking for it again?!"

"Hmph!" Qi Qiu sneered, completely unfazed by the pressure, and casually pointed a finger in one direction: "I think you should show more concern for him."

who?

It's Liu Sang, of course.

It's not strange for someone to look like you in this world, but it's not just strange for someone to look exactly like you; it's as if they've experienced a lot in a short period of time.

From shock to doubt, then shock again, then doubt again, and so on, until one gives up and then collapses.

Liu Sang's eyes widened in fury as he pointed at Wang Can: "Tell me! Did you get plastic surgery to look like me?!"

This is the only reasonable explanation.

But the person sharing his face dismissed it casually: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Can got angry looking at Liu Sang's cowardly appearance and complained with his hands on his hips: "I'm speechless. How could I have such a weak brother like you?"

A bombshell exploded in Liu Sang's mind.

The system crashed immediately.

What did he call me?

younger brother?!