Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

On the way down the mountain, Shen Mingchao noticed Jiang Yuan's hesitant expression and, feeling a little puzzled, took the initiative to ask her.

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. When she unfolded it, half a cigarette butt was visible.

"Chao Chao, I picked up this cigarette butt on the mountain just now. It's still sparking. Although I smoke, I don't litter, especially in the mountains, as it can easily start a wildfire. You should remind them to be more careful next time."

"Why?"

Hearing Jiang Yuan say this, Shen Mingchao felt surprised.

She didn't think Wu Xie and the others were such rude people. When they released the boat lanterns earlier, Wu Xie had worried that the candles in the boat might catch fire. Only after the fat man explained that they were all electric candles did they feel relieved.

Thinking of this, she reached out and took the crumpled paper, and immediately noticed something suspicious.

Wu Xie and his friends usually smoke Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes, which have brownish-yellow butts, but this cigarette is blue.

It couldn't have been Wu Xie and his group who smoked it.

If the smoke is still burning, it means there were other people on the mountain at the time.

After explaining things to Wu Xie and the others in a few words, Shen Mingchao and Jiang Yuan complained about the man's low manners.

"It's a pity there are no surveillance cameras in the mountains."

Shen Mingchao shook his head regretfully, wishing he could stick the still-burning cigarette butt up this man's nostril to teach him a lesson.

The thought only flashed through my mind. With so many people on and off the mountain, finding the culprit was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Shen Mingchao didn't take it to heart. The next day, he went hiking with Jiang Yuan as usual, and also brought San San along.

When the two reached the halfway point of the mountain, Jiang Yuan was panting heavily. She said that Jiang Yuan was too amazing and climbed too fast, and she really couldn't climb any further. She wanted to wait for Jiang Yuan to come back.

"When it comes to climbing mountains, one should proceed according to one's ability," Shen Mingchao nodded, leaving San San to accompany Jiang Yuan, and continued climbing up the mountain path.

After about an hour, she finally reached the summit, gazing at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance, with the mountain winds blowing in.

No fatigue, only exhilaration.

Since having that dream, Shen Mingchao has clearly felt that his physique has improved a lot, and his strength has also increased. It's like he's gone through a second puberty.

This was of course a great thing for her, but she couldn't quite understand why.

The novels she had read in the past inspired her, and she felt that this kind of change should be called a "golden finger".

The matter was settled. Shen Mingchao admired the view from the mountaintop for a while longer before turning around and heading down the mountain. Jiang Yuan was still waiting for her halfway up the mountain; she couldn't keep her waiting too long.

But when she returned the way she came, she bumped into a strange man.

His face was covered with a black cloth, leaving only a pair of narrow eyes visible, which were filled with greed and ferocity.

"Your grandpa is so lucky! One piece of the fat meat that was already in my mouth was gone, but here's another one delivered right to my door!"

The man spat viciously and lunged at him, swinging his arms.

Shen Mingchao's expression hardened. Before she could dodge, she clenched her fist and swung it straight at the man's face.

What are you babbling about?

Take a punch from her first!

Back in the Bronze Gate, Zhang Qilin had taught her a few moves, but she was weak and, although she knew the moves well, they weren't very effective at attacking. When she was in danger, she could only resort to tricks.

It's different now.

Shen Mingchao's punch was purely a test, but he didn't expect the man to be so vulnerable. Before he could even use the moves in his mind, the man passed out without making a sound.

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She's that amazing now?!

As a law-abiding citizen, Shen Mingchao scratched her head awkwardly, pondering what to do. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by. She instantly became alert, and before she could make a move, the person was standing in front of her.

It was Zhang Qilin!

Looking down, there were still three more!

"Idol, what brings you here?"

Shen Mingchao looked at Zhang Qilin with a puzzled expression. When he met the man's eyes, he was suddenly startled. The man's eyes no longer held his usual indifference; they were filled with a heavy sense of gravity.

She involuntarily tensed up and hurriedly asked, "What happened? Could it be—"

Before she could finish speaking, a warm breath enveloped her, and she was gently pulled into the arms of the person in front of her.

Now he couldn't say anything more.

Shen Mingchao's mind went blank; he even wondered if the Iron Triangle had organized a drinking party, and if Zhang Qilan was drunk.

Before his ideas could become even more outrageous, Zhang Qilin's voice clearly reached my ears.

"Thank goodness, you're alright."

"Huh?" Shen Mingchao was even more confused by these words. After Zhang Qilan released her, he asked, "Idol, what do you mean by that?"

Zhang Qilin pursed his lips: "Jiang Yuan is in trouble."

"What?!"

Shen Mingchao was completely confused. It wasn't until she met the fat man halfway up the mountain with Zhang Qilin that she learned the whole story from the fat man's account.

About half an hour ago, San San appeared at Xilaimian. As soon as she entered the room, she started biting Zhang Qilu's trouser leg, trying to drag him out.

Wu Xie and his friends thought Shen Mingchao was in trouble, so they asked their neighbors to watch the shop for them and then hurriedly followed San San up the mountain.

When they reached a crevice in the mountainside, the calico cat stopped. The three of them quickly shone their flashlights down, but all they found was an unconscious Jiang Yuan.

After discussing it, the three decided that Fatty and Wu Xie would stay to rescue Jiang Yuan, while Zhang Qilin would follow the cat up the mountain to find Shen Mingchao.

"However, with my build, it's easy for me to go down but hard to come back up. So, Tianzhen said he would go and carry the person back up."

No sooner had the fat man finished speaking than a cry of "Ouch!" came from the bottom of the cliff.

The three people and one cat on the cliff all poked their heads out and looked down, their eyes meeting those of Wu Xie, who had fallen back into the pit.

At that moment, even the wind in the mountains seemed to stand still.

Wu Xie probably felt a bit embarrassed by the scene, so he propped himself up and stubbornly insisted, "This bamboo whip is too thin and not sturdy enough."

The fat man bluntly retorted, "Naive. Let's be reasonable. You're the one who needs to lose weight."

Wu Xie laughed in anger, gesturing with his hands: "Fatty, how dare you say that to me?"

As soon as he said this, he met Shen Mingchao's indescribable gaze, and a blush of embarrassment rose to his cheeks.

In the end, Zhang Qilin shouldered all the burdens alone.

With a light touch of his toes, he swooped down like a nimble mountain eagle. He scooped up Jiang Yuan, then deftly flipped back up through a crevice in the cliff face.

The fat man clicked his tongue in amazement and couldn't help but sigh, "After all these years, I still can't accept that there are such powerful cheaters in this world."

After saying that, he turned to look at Wu Xie, who had just climbed up with great effort, and shook his head, adding insult to injury.

"Sometimes you have to admit that the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and pigs."

"It's one thing if you can't compare to Xiao Ge, but even San San is more useful than you. What are you going to do, Tianzhen?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie's humiliation level instantly spiked, and he practically roared out three words: "Fatty Wang!"

Shen Mingchao stood to the side, listening to the two bickering, and finally couldn't help but chuckle. His tense nerves finally relaxed a bit.

But after the smile faded, a lingering sense of heaviness quietly rose in my heart.