Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie was already on the verge of death and had no time to ponder its deeper meaning.

It wasn't until this series of bizarre events occurred that Wu Xie suddenly realized that the monster's words were probably not simple.

If Shen Mingchao's situation cannot be explained by common sense, then the only answer is to break free from common sense.

This sentence contains two key pieces of information.

[From Another World]

[Unable to go home]

Looking back now, when they first met Shen Mingchao, they used so many connections and methods to investigate.

In the end, not only did they fail to find Shen Mingchao's family members, but they also failed to find any information about her identity.

It's a complete blank sheet of paper.

At that time, they thought that someone in the shadows had extraordinary abilities and had hidden or erased all this information.

Looking at the blank documents, they even joked that the girl seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Little did I know that my words would come true.

If they are truly separated by two different worlds, even if they investigate thoroughly, it will be a waste of their time.

"so……"

Wu Xie said two words and then couldn't continue.

If this were him when he had just graduated, he definitely wouldn't have believed such a fantastical story. He would probably have bought the other person a book on materialism to wake them up, then chuckled and said that there aren't that many supernatural phenomena in the world.

--have.

These years of trials and tribulations have taught him that this damn world is sometimes unreasonable, and not everything can be explained by science!

For example, coming back to life after death.

For example, the living, breathing Shen Mingchao in front of them is from a completely different world.

Before Wu Xie could finish speaking, Shen Mingchao knew what he wanted to say.

She forced a stiff smile: "Since you already have the answer in your heart, why bother asking me?"

"Because I think you're angry."

A statement that makes no sense at all.

Shen Mingchao was startled, but feigned nonchalance and said, "Angry? What makes you say that?"

Wu Xie's gaze fell into the void, as if recalling something, and he began to explain:

"After the monster said 'There's no going back,' you seemed to enter a state of selflessness, completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, with only the monster in your eyes."

"I think your only thought at the time was to kill him. You thought that killing him would relieve your anger, but it didn't. That overwhelming rage has continued to this day."

"Your hands," Wu Xie looked over, "have been shaking since just now. I initially thought it was due to emotional distress. Now it seems that you've been angry the whole time."

Upon hearing Wu Xie's words, Shen Mingchao looked down and, as expected, noticed his own slightly trembling hands.

She smiled slightly, then asked with concern, "Does your wound not hurt anymore?"

"what?"

"It must have been really hard on you to observe so closely even with such serious injuries."

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but joke, "What? If I admit I'm angry, are you going to be my punching bag?"

"Huh?" Wu Xie was stunned, but that didn't stop the others present from being very perceptive.

"Ming Dynasty, the boss is too weak, I'll take over." Kan Jian volunteered and raised his hand, but as soon as he took a step forward, he was tripped by Wang Meng and fell flat on his face.

Just as Wang Meng was about to raise his hand, he was kicked to the ground by the White Snake. Before he could even utter a sound, Luo Que swiftly slapped the White Snake in the mouth. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the fat man bent down and knocked him flying.

Wu Xie was stunned.

The fat man chuckled: These guys are so arrogant, they can't even tell who's the boss and who's the subordinate. He doesn't mind helping them learn a lesson.

Wu Xie secretly gave a thumbs up.

In short, there are quite a few people who resort to underhanded tricks in secret.

The chaotic scene ended with Shen Mingchao letting out a soft sigh: "Sigh—"

Silence fell instantly.

"What a pity."

Shen Mingchao moved his dry lips, his voice calm but filled with chilling coldness: "If I had known this would happen, I would have stabbed him a few more times."

Wu Xie's feeling was correct.

She was indeed angry.

Poor thing? Can't go back?

Who does Wang Zhi think he is? Why does he call her a pitiful wretch? Why does he say she can't go back?

"I'll help you."

The volume of the three words was not loud.

Yet it possesses a charm that compels one to believe.

Because the speaker was Zhang Qiyu.

The one who just died was only Wang Zhi's double; the real Wang Zhi is still alive in the Blind Tomb, and her regrets may still be fulfilled.

At this moment, Wu Xie also stepped forward and spoke his true thoughts:

"Ming Dynasty, you have saved me more than once, and I am not an ungrateful wretch."

"I know you hate him, you wish you could tear him to pieces. No matter what world you're from, we'll help you, unconditionally."

"Blind Tomb, Wang Zhi, this is still your way home. Let's take revenge together and find the truth together."

"you……"

"Are you still willing to believe us?"

Wu Xie's eyes were full of hope.

It was watery.

Like a stray dog ​​on the roadside hoping to be adopted.

Shen Mingchao didn't know how to respond at that moment.

She wondered, can a broken mirror really be mended?

Unable to come up with an answer, she suddenly turned away without saying a word.

The golden rays of the sunset spread across the sky like a pair of magnificent wings, breathtakingly beautiful.

Shen Mingchao subconsciously raised his hand and put his palm into the beam of light, watching the light and shadow flow and entwine between his fingers.

A soft laugh escaped from her lips.

"Look,"

"The sun is still the same sun, but the world is no longer the same world."

As she spoke the second half of the sentence, her voice trembled uncontrollably, and she became slightly choked up.

Beneath the surging anger lay an overwhelming and unvented sense of grievance.

heavy.

It was so heavy it made it hard for her to breathe.

After accidentally stepping into this world that didn't belong to him, a series of bizarre and strange events began to unfold.

The unspeakable secrets, the insurmountable barriers, and the fear of being homeless all fell on her shoulders.

At this moment, the fatigue that had been building up for so long finally came over her; she seemed to be really tired.

After a long silence, she suddenly turned around, looked at everyone, her eyes swirling with complex emotions, and said, slowly and deliberately, "Now that things have come to this, can we still be honest with each other?"

The next second, something unexpected happened!

She didn't hear the word "can," but instead saw terrified faces.

What happened?

She no longer had the energy to think about it.

My mind went blank, my vision blurred, and all my strength was instantly drained.

She felt both tired and hungry.

The expected pain did not come; instead, she fell into a soft embrace.

It seemed like many people were calling her, their voices rising and falling, making it hard to hear clearly; a lot of people were also gathered in her field of vision, but they were blurry and hard to see clearly.

She could only hear her own increasingly heavy breathing until the scene before her eyes went completely dark—