Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The entire room fell into an eerie silence.

Most people present didn't recognize Zhang Haixia, but they sensed something was off. When unsure of the situation, it was best to stand aside and observe.

Shen Mingchao was both amused and exasperated.

She was prepared to shed tears during this dramatic reunion, but Zhang Haiyan's shocking words shattered the emotional atmosphere, forcing her to swallow her emotions.

As expected of you, Brother Zhang.

Zhang Haixia smiled helplessly, and following the other person's lead, he also made a joke:

"Don't worry, even if I wanted to take your life, I wouldn't take it from you, otherwise my ears would never have peace and quiet."

The implication is:

Zhang Haiyan, you should just live your life honestly.

Zhang Haiyan understood.

He smiled, but the smile was hidden in his eyes, filled with an unyielding bitterness.

His gaze traced the face of the person before him inch by inch.

Living and breathing.

He was panting.

It has a vibrant and lively spirit.

A century has passed, and the other person looks exactly the same as when we first met, showing no signs of aging.

He could no longer deny the fact that this was not a dream, but that Zhang Haixia had truly come back to life.

Those dark and desolate fragments of the past, deep in my memory, were infused with vibrant colors at this moment, and all the scenes suddenly gained warmth.

What should he say at this moment?

Zhang Haiyan took a deep breath and quickly came up with an answer. He looked around and then suddenly spoke:

"This place is quite close to Xiamen."

Have you ever been to Xiamen? It's full of skyscrapers and incredibly bustling. It's a pity the Southern Archives no longer exists.

Have you seen your godmother? She's doing quite well now, but she still thinks of you occasionally.

"Looks like I'll have to go to the cemetery soon. Who builds graves for the living? Isn't that bad luck?"

Zhang Haiyan kept talking.

What exactly is he trying to say?

In short, he only meant one thing.

Longing for the east wind to blow over the small building, I finally return to the hometown of chivalrous wanderers.

Looking at the person truly standing before him, he could no longer hold back, opened his arms to the other person, and said with a slight sob in his voice:

"Welcome home, Shrimp Boy."

The next second, a figure flashed before his eyes, and he was firmly hugged.

Words seemed inadequate; only this silent embrace allowed him to truly feel the presence of his deceased friend.

At this moment of reunion after a long separation, the wind was still, people's hearts were warm, and everyone politely refrained from making a sound to disturb the reunion.

The word "shrimp" also frightened the Zhang family.

Zhang Qianjun was utterly shocked, thinking he had misheard. He even picked at his ear: "He's Zhang Haixia? He's still alive?"

"No." Zhang Haike frowned and shook his head with a serious expression: "I've seen his file. He is indeed dead, he died a hundred years ago."

"So what's going on now?" What was happening before Zhang Qianjun's eyes was beyond his imagination. He glanced at Wang Can, then at Zhang Haixia, and finally exclaimed in astonishment, "Could it be that the dead really do come back to life?!"

"have."

His tone was soft, yet firm.

The quietest among them finally spoke. Zhang Qilin stared intently at the girl taking photos in the center of the room and said, word by word, "Because of her."

Everyone knew that the "she" Zhang Qilin was referring to was Shen Mingchao.

But more questions arose.

From the moment they made contact and created images, to the ability to heal injuries, to the teleportation between the two locations, to their rapidly improving skills in a short period of time, and to these two people who came back from the dead.

Using only the Wang family's identity as an explanation seems too hasty.

Moreover, Shen Mingchao clearly has a different stance from the Wang family.

So who exactly is she?

Which deity or holy being is it?

Thinking this, everyone's gaze involuntarily fell on the girl who was staring at her phone screen, looking dazed.

It was probably because the scene evoked emotions.

Shen Mingchao still remembers that time, after Shen Mingyue finished reading the Southern Archives, she couldn't get over Zhang Haixia's death for a long time.

So, she quietly took out her phone, silently snapped a photo of the two of them embracing.

Yueyue did not witness this scene.

It's okay, she took a picture.

When they meet again, I will show her this photo.

but……

When will they be able to reunite?

All the past events surged in my mind, and an indescribable bitterness and sorrow enveloped my entire body.

Just then, a timid voice rang out.

The man spoke hesitantly and haltingly:

"Ming Dynasty...you...are actually...not from this world, are you?"

Hearing this, she snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the person who spoke, whose dog-like eyes were full of apprehension.

She didn't deny it directly, but calmly asked in return, "Why do you ask that, Wu Xie?"

"That monster."

Wu Xie began to explain what he knew.

"When the monster came to me during the day, I heard something unbelievable while I was fighting back desperately."

"That call to you wasn't intentional. Even if I wanted to ask for help, I wouldn't have put you in danger. I was originally calling my second uncle, but I accidentally dialed the wrong number."

"My first thought was to hang up, but the monster snatched my phone. I couldn't move and could only watch helplessly as it threatened you and then crushed the phone. After that, I heard it sneer and say..."

At this point, Wu Xie paused, his expression showing some reluctance.

Shen Mingchao could tell at a glance that Wang Zhi probably hadn't said anything nice. So much had happened since she transmigrated, her resilience had undergone a qualitative change.

She crossed her arms, looking nonchalant: "Are you just teasing me? Keep going, let's hear what else Wang Zhi is going to say to me."

Wu Xie's thoughts began to wander, and the monster's extremely unpleasant voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

He spoke with difficulty.

What a pitiful creature, arriving in another world but unable to even find its way home.