Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"Having complete control" means not only controlling whether the image appears, but also whether the healing ability takes effect.

In other words.

The decision to achieve immortality rests in her hands.

This is something she discovered by chance after leaving the space.

No surprise, accepted it in a second.

There was only one thought in my mind:

It should have been done a long time ago.

She held the other person's hand loosely, not completely touching it, maintaining a slight distance, striking the perfect balance.

"Don't make it sound like you did it all for me. Wang Zhi almost killed you. Even without me, I don't believe you... or the Wu family would let it go so easily."

"Judging from the current situation, all of you who are on the list should be within his hunting range. Unless you get rid of him, you probably won't have a peaceful life."

"Therefore, we have a common enemy."

"If you want to work in the same industry, fine, but you need to be clear. This isn't about who's doing what for whom. Don't try to use this to get me to remember you for something. I won't accept that. This is at most a collaboration."

Wu Xie's attitude was sincere, but merits are merits and demerits are demerits. She wouldn't be easily moved without tangible benefits.

She already had a plan for the benefits she wanted.

Before long, Shen Mingchao changed the subject.

"However, if you really feel bad and want to make amends, that's not impossible."

This is how they let slip what they were thinking.

Wu Xie instantly understood the implication.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid of Shen Mingchao making demands; he was afraid that Shen Mingchao would sever ties with him.

It's good that there are still demands.

Suppressing his inner joy, he asked, "What do you want?"

That's a good question.

In a sense, she and Wang Zhi shared the same goal.

Meeting Wu Xie's bright eyes, Shen Mingchao gave a meaningful smile.

"I want..."

As the last note faded, the hand that had been loosely draped suddenly tightened.

She stood still.

The force in her hands gradually increased, forcefully pulling the tall man in front of her down until he bent over.

Until his eyes were level with hers.

She turned her head slightly and whispered a sentence in Wu Xie's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

A single sentence that reveals one's inner desires completely.

The moment he finished speaking, it wasn't Wu Xie who reacted the most; instead, a heavy thud was heard coming from outside the courtyard.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

A person staggered to their feet at the base of the wall, clutching their arm and gasping for breath, wincing in pain; clearly, they had fallen hard.

"Liu Sang?!"

The fat man recognized the man at a glance. It was a small world, and he was determined to make fun of him when he finally caught him in an embarrassing moment.

"You little rascal, staying up all night instead of sleeping, are you some kind of gecko? Ha, serves you right for eavesdropping and falling down!"

Liu Sang adjusted his glasses; his face was as black as charcoal. He wanted to say he'd been kicked off the plane, but the thought that the person who kicked him was Wang Can rendered him speechless.

If he were to actually file a complaint, that madman would probably just dump him on a desolate mountain and leave him to fend for himself for days and nights, calling it "training" him.

Just these three days alone, he practiced so much that his whole body ached every day when he lay in bed, and he couldn't sleep at all.

He glanced resentfully at the rooftop, suddenly realizing that the fat man's sarcasm was nothing, and casually tossed out, "I can't be bothered to talk to you," before turning and rushing straight to Shen Mingchao.

Why was he kicked off?

Because he overheard what Shen Mingchao said to Wu Xie, he was so shocked that he accidentally blurted it out.

Then, Wang Can, in her shock, impulsively vented her anger on him.

In short, he was somewhat wronged.

But it is not important.

The important thing is—

Liu Sang stared intently at Wu Xie, his back teeth almost grinding to powder, still unable to understand what was so good about this old man.

It's one thing to be brothers with his idol, but now he's even going after the person his idol likes.

shameless!

"Liu Sang, you..."

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but speak up, but before he could finish, Liu Sang suddenly turned his head, looking at him with a disappointed expression, and accused him:

"Tsk! What do you see in him? He's almost forty, and I heard he still smokes and drinks heavily. His health is already ruined. He's an old, haggard smoker. What do you see in him?"

"..."

Shen Mingchao: I dare not speak.

That's weird, it gives me the feeling that her sisters look down on her boyfriend (?).

Should she now go through the motions and say: "No, sister, listen to me, this time it's different, he's really different."

puff-

"You're still laughing? You're practically being taken advantage of by an old man! You've got a really big heart!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao covered his face and laughed even harder, waving his hand between laughs: "Sorry, I'm not a professional, I just couldn't help it."

"Hey! You damn fool, if you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth! I'm still in my prime, you hear me? If you don't clean your mouth up, your fat grandpa won't mind brushing your teeth for you right now!"

The fat man, of course, couldn't stand anyone speaking ill of Wu Xie, especially Liu Sang. And Liu Sang, equally defiant, immediately retorted, his voice choked with sarcasm:

"I'm afraid of you, so come on!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man couldn't hold back and was about to say "Come on then," but Wu Xie blocked his way the next second.

"Naive, don't worry about it, I'm going to..."

"Fatty."

The tone carried a hint of force.

The fat man turned around and saw that Wu Xie was not only not angry, but also had a smile on his lips.

?

You've been verbally abused to your face, yet you seem quite happy about it?

Wu Xie was naturally happy.

He didn't even react for a moment after hearing those words. This wasn't compensation at all; it was a complete reward.

He nodded eagerly, expressing his willingness.

Shen Mingchao also smiled.

She knew that no one would refuse if she brought it up. Few of them were truly saintly and virtuous.

Are they really just taking advantage of others?

"Young Master San".

"Um?"

"Don't be too happy about things too soon."

This statement is quite intriguing.

Before Wu Xie could press further, Liu Sang interjected, "Paying back with your body, huh? Fine, then I guess I owe you one too. I'm younger than him, and if he can do it, why can't I? Huh!"

Liu Sang fell down again.

Someone tripped me up with their foot.

It was Wu Xie who had reached his breaking point.

He tolerated being called old before. Now, someone is offering themselves up to his wife right in front of him—does he think he's dead?

"Liu Sang, I've noticed you talk a lot, don't you?" He turned his head and met the eager fat man's gaze. It was like finding a kindred spirit in a humble abyss. "Fatty, get the toothbrush!"

"Okay, that's what I've been waiting for."

Seeing this, Liu Sang panicked and instinctively wanted to run away, but then felt cowardly. Remembering that Shen Mingchao was there, he had a sudden idea and moved closer to Shen Mingchao.

"Ming Dynasty, do you like that flute?" he asked softly.

"Not bad." Shen Mingchao suppressed a laugh and bluntly exposed, "You want me to help you? You know you can't win, yet you still speak so recklessly."

"But I was telling the truth."

"I didn't take it as a lie."

Liu Sang's eyes widened. Not taking it as a lie meant he took it as the truth? That meant—

"You agreed?"

That's a really quick reaction.

Shen Mingchao did not explicitly state his opinion, but simply looked Liu Sang up and down with his eyes and sincerely gave him advice: "I advise you to practice first."

"...You...you despise me?!" Liu Sang was incredulous, feeling insulted and resentful: "Wu Xie isn't much better than me!"

Shen Mingchao nodded, treating everyone equally: "Yes, he needs to practice too."

If we take Zhang Qiyu as the standard...