Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

A tall and slender figure walked out slowly.

The faint light of dawn outlined his features, and he exuded a calm and reserved demeanor that came with experience of life.

Shen Mingchao recognized the person who had arrived, but he wasn't surprised and even joked with them:

"After eavesdropping for so long, you finally decided to come out?"

"Innocent?!"

The fat man, on the other hand, was particularly surprised and suddenly stood up. "Why are you awake?"

Wu Xie truthfully replied, "I woke up very early."

"How is that possible?" the fat man muttered under his breath. "I took such a large dose, I should have slept for at least ten hours."

"You still dare to talk."

Wu Xie's face darkened when this matter was mentioned.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, revealing the secrets the fat man didn't know: "Fatty, you've probably forgotten that we have a poison expert here. Your packet of powder was switched long ago, and not just once. With such a large dose, who would dare to actually take it?"

If someone actually ate it, they wouldn't be able to be a man for at least a month, which would be worse than killing them.

Fatty: "..."

Although he was unwittingly used as a scapegoat, he still sighed, "Judging from this situation, I think you'll have to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed from now on."

"But if none of you got infected, why is it so quiet tonight? Nobody came?"

Wu Xie snorted coldly: "Couldn't hold on any longer, huh?"

They're not real superhumans who can evolve to eliminate sleep. Staying up one night is fine, two nights is manageable, but three nights without sleep? That's practically suicide.

"That's all?" The fat man felt something was off, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure out what was strange.

Shen Mingchao, standing to the side, looked at Wu Xie and then at the fat man, thinking that it wasn't like that at all.

Who said no one came?

While sitting on the porch looking out for the wind, she discovered that her senses had become stronger, and at the same time, she also discovered that there were many people hiding around her.

On the corners of the courtyard walls, on the houses, and on the trees...

Before the fat man arrived, she stared at the lush banyan tree in the yard...

A corner of clothing that wasn't properly hidden among the branches.

I really want to say that this tree has clearly not been pruned in a long time; people are practically growing on it.

There were many people eavesdropping in the shadows, but since they didn't show themselves, she pretended not to know.

Wu Xie was the first person who couldn't hold back.

She looked up, and their eyes met. Wu Xie spoke first: "You want to go to the Blind's Tomb?"

"I understand." Wu Xie answered himself, his face serious, enunciating each word clearly:

"Regarding the Ming Dynasty and the Wang family matter, whether you blame me or not, I can't get over it in my heart. What I owe you, I should repay."

"From now on, wherever you want to go or whatever you want to do, just ask me, and I will do my best to help you."

Seemingly realizing that these words sounded too hollow, and worried that Shen Mingchao wouldn't easily believe them.

Wu Xie deliberately softened his tone, and his words became more earnest:

"At least this time, I won't stand by and watch you risk your life alone."

"Ming Dynasty, let's go to the Blind's Tomb together."

This was Wu Xie's true feeling, and Shen Mingchao could tell, but she didn't agree directly.

She had witnessed the power of this evil sect leader.

It's absolutely terrifying.

Summer in Yucun is always humid and hot, the air is stuffy like an airtight steamer, and a thin layer of sweat sticks to your body at all times, even in the early hours of the morning.

After receiving no response for a long time, Wu Xie felt embarrassed, and the heat made his whole body feel heavy.

His mood visibly plummeted.

Yes.

Just because someone says you've repented doesn't mean others have to forgive you.

Just because you want to make amends doesn't mean others have to accept it.

This is all wishful thinking on your part; in the eyes of others, it may just be a worthless burden.

Ultimately, a broken mirror is hard to mend.

Once the thought was made up, Wu Xie suddenly felt difficulty swallowing, as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

Boundless regret enveloped him, and he lowered his head further and further, his old scars throbbing with pain.

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

The fat man quickly sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the air. Naturally, he couldn't just stand by and watch, so he hurriedly tried to smooth things over with a smile:

"The Ming Dynasty, as the saying goes, many hands make light work. The Blind Tomb doesn't sound like a good place. I heard the Zhang family also fell into trouble. It's not something that can be dealt with easily."

As he spoke, he patted Wu Xie on the shoulder to ease the other's suppressed emotions, then looked at Shen Mingchao to continue persuading him:

"We've been around for so many years, we have real skills. With us by your side, we can help each other, face the dangers together, and explore the routes together. It's much safer than you going in alone."

"Huh?" Shen Mingchao looked completely bewildered. "Who said I wanted to go alone?"

The fat man was also confused: "Then why were you silent for so long just now? Weren't you saying you were refusing to let Tianzhen come along?"

"Uh...do you really want to know the reason?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie immediately raised his head. No one was more eager than him, and he quickly nodded.

Seeing the person's eagerness, Shen Mingchao finally relented: "If you really need to know the reason, then fine."

"My hesitation stems mainly from the fact that they say you are the leader of an evil sect."

"The leader of the evil sect?" Wu Xie repeated, his eyes full of confusion, clearly not understanding.

Shen Mingchao's "thoughtful" explanation:

"Saying you're weird means you have a knack for things like getting lost on your own, always reviving a corpse when you open a coffin, or precisely triggering traps. If you find tomb raiding too boring, bring you along; the tomb raiding trip will be thrilling and exciting, which will definitely increase the difficulty for the team."

Shen Mingchao hesitated for a moment, then said a bunch of things that made Wu Xie want to die, so he froze.

The fat man burst out laughing, slapped Wu Xie on the back, and laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.

"The leader of the evil sect, hahaha, how naive! That's such a perfect description, hahaha."

Veins bulging on his forehead, Wu Xie gritted his teeth: "Fatty, can you tone it down? Your laughter is getting in my ears!"

Completely disregarding Wu Xie's feelings, the fat man was still laughing, almost to the point of bursting into laughter.

Wu Xie ignored the fat man and turned his gaze to Shen Mingchao, who was also trying not to laugh.

Although the reason was unexpected and made him a little embarrassed, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that I hate him.

He took a step forward, deliberately showing a wronged expression, and whispered, "Before, I was young and inexperienced, but now it's different. Mingchao, I won't hold you back."

As expected of the "refined and elegant young master" Wu Xiaosanye, he truly has a handsome face.

With his handsome and gentle features, just one glance is enough to evoke the unique charm of the misty rain of Jiangnan.

When he lowers his eyelashes and shows you weakness with that face, it's practically cheating.

Putting aside his joking thoughts, Shen Mingchao's expression turned serious, and he suddenly said:

"Reach out your hand."

Wu Xie didn't understand why, but he went along with the other party's wishes.

Seeing that Shen Mingchao had also reached out his hand, seemingly intending to shake it back, he was startled and tried to pull his hand back.

"Don't move."

As the two words fell, Wu Xie's hand trembled slightly and remained suspended in mid-air.

"Ming Dynasty..." He meant that a verbal agreement would suffice, without the need for physical contact.

But then he saw Shen Mingchao slowly curtsy up her lips at him. The morning light fell on her eyebrows and eyes, making her smile particularly bright and dazzling.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Don't be afraid."

"You will not be affected."

"Because..." Before she could finish speaking, her hand grasped his without hesitation, uttering the unfinished words: "I can control it now."