Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Having explained the whole story, Shen Mingchao was more concerned about the follow-up. Jiang Yuan received intravenous fluids in the hospital for three days before being discharged; her parents picked her up.

The man was taken away by the police.

Unfortunately, because the men did not cause them any real harm and there was no substantial evidence of a crime, they were released after only a few days of detention.

Jiang Yuan gritted her teeth on the other end of the phone and cursed Shen Mingchao for a long time.

At that moment, Shen Mingchao glanced at the Iron Triangle out of the corner of his eye, and none of the three of them looked too good.

Later, Wu Xie approached her, leaving her only a vague message.

"Believe me, Ming Chao won't have a good ending." After saying that, Wu Xie left.

Shen Mingchao didn't press the matter. But from that day on, the village was abuzz with rumors that Boss Sha had suffered retribution. Not only did his sand quarry go bankrupt, but he also went insane and ended up in a mental hospital.

When Shen Mingchao heard these rumors, he felt relieved but also terrified.

This was the first time she clearly understood the methods used by the protagonists of these tomb raiding stories.

She always understood that the reason these people were willing to treat her kindly was probably because they thought she was simple-minded, weak, and an outsider who posed no threat to them.

Therefore, her special ability cannot be revealed suddenly without warning; there must be at least a reasonable process.

After much thought, Shen Mingchao quickly came up with an idea.

Using this unexpected incident as an excuse, she said at the dinner table that she wanted to continue training and learning martial arts from Zhang Qilin.

After hearing this, the fat man immediately suggested that she go on patrol with Zhang Qilin so that they could look after each other.

The man, who had been staring blankly into space, seemed to notice everyone's gaze, snapped out of his reverie, and nodded slightly.

The fat man chuckled: "Sis, since the young man agrees, why don't you come along?"

He looked pleased; another assist.

Just then, another voice chimed in: "Why don't you include me too?"

The reason Wu Xie said this was because of the incident where he fell back to the bottom of the valley after saving someone last time.

He sighed. Life in Rain Village was so comfortable that he felt he'd gained weight. He still remembered the disapproving looks people gave him back then. So, he decided he should really start exercising.

Now the mountain patrol team has gained another member.

Everyone turned their attention to the only loner, the fat man.

The fat man jumped back several steps, waving his hands frantically, "I worked so hard to build up this fat body. If I lose weight, I might as well just give away my title of 'Fat Master'! Besides, I'm already this old, don't bother me!"

The person who most needed to lose weight declined their invitation to patrol the mountain.

Shen Mingchao and Wu Xie exchanged a glance, feeling slightly regretful.

Shortly after this matter was settled, Yuchun received another uninvited guest.

It also brought two unexpected things.

One of them is the Black Gold Ancient Sword.

The moment Zhang Qilin saw the knife, he stopped feeding the chickens, rushed over in three steps, caught the knife with both hands, and even his lips curled into a smile, looking as if he couldn't put it down.

This was the first time Shen Mingchao had observed the famous Black Gold Ancient Sword up close. The blade was long and narrow, and under the incandescent light, it gleamed with a unique metallic luster.

Wow~

He is indeed quite handsome.

Zhang Qilin finally got his signature weapon, and his entire demeanor was elevated to a whole new level.

Shen Mingchao found it intriguing and thought that if this were a cultivation novel, Zhang Qilu would be a poor sword cultivator who takes swords as wives, and his character design would be... a cold and aloof sword master of the ruthless path with a worrying graduation rate?

I really want him to demonstrate how to draw a knife from behind.

With his arm length, it should be a piece of cake for him, and he might even be able to show off a bit.

In contrast, Shen Mingyue showed her... some funny videos of cosplayers unable to pull out their swords.

Shen Mingchao desperately suppressed the upward curve of his lips.

Wu Xie, completely oblivious to the situation, remarked, "Ming Chao, why is your mouth twitching?"

Shen Mingchao: "..."

You don't need to observe that closely, thank you!

She took a deep breath and casually replied, "Ah, I just suddenly became curious about the origin of this knife."

Wu Xie: "....."

Okay, I'll let you talk. Now, make up a story!

Wu Xie took a deep breath and casually made up a story: "This knife was passed down from my family to you. It was lost for some reason before. Recently, Hei Xiazi found it and sent it over. It's like returning it to its rightful owner."

"Oh~~~"

Shen Mingchao pretended to understand, but in reality, she knew that this knife was probably related to the tomb.

As the two were talking, another voice broke in.

"Um... Miss Shen, there's one more thing here, which Mr. Hei asked me to give to you."

Wu Xie clicked his tongue in annoyance upon hearing the voice and looked up at the uninvited fool.

The story begins with Hei Xiazi. During his absence, he spent his time helping the mute find a knife and preparing self-defense weapons for Ming Chao. After these two things were nearly ready, he originally intended to come to Yucun in person.

Unfortunately, Xie Yuchen sent a message saying that he needed to talk to him about something and wouldn't be back for a while. Having no other choice, he went to Wushanju nearby and entrusted his things to them for delivery via Didi.

They were referring to the four people at the mahjong table at the time: Bai She, Wang Meng, Kan Jian, and Luo Que.

As soon as the task was assigned, the first two volunteered. Kan Jian didn't know why his two brothers were so excited, so he joined in the fun and also brought along the silent Luo Que.

Black Bear and Cold Noodles, looking around like demons, said rather incongruously, "You guys play rock-paper-scissors."

Mr. Blackie, did you have to look like you were about to devour us when you said that?

Oh well, what can I do when they're the boss?

The group exchanged glances and began playing this childish yet fair game.

Ultimately, Lady Luck smiled upon Kan Jian.

Kan Jian used his muscular hands to throw out paper, defeating Wang Meng who had thrown rock. He immediately burst out laughing: "Hahaha, I knew you would throw rock."

Wang Meng, his face flushed, retorted, "If you're a man, you should throw stones!"

"Brother, you have to accept the consequences of your bet. Don't get angry; it's bad for your physical and mental health," Kan Jian patted Wang Meng on the shoulder and offered honest advice.

Wang Meng & White Snake: They've been provoking us all along.

Luo Que looked left and right, sensing something was off. He pocketed the money he'd won at mahjong, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and left. If he didn't leave quickly after beating these three, he wouldn't be able to leave; he'd either have to keep playing or be dragged off to treat them to a meal.

After choosing the man, Hei Xiazi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to give his rival a chance, but since he was closest to Hangzhou and Master Hua was pressing him for a better chance, the most reliable people he could find were Wu Xie's men.

As for the vest, this person came back from Changbai Mountain with Wu Xie and the others. If they were going to have contact, they would have done so already. They haven't been affected yet, so it seems they're not involved in this situation.

Hei Xiazi pulled the man aside and repeatedly instructed him that he must personally deliver the box to Shen Mingchao.

Kan Jian laughed heartily and patted his chest, assuring him, "Leave this to me, don't worry, Blackie."

Black Bear: The more he says that, the more uneasy I feel.