Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Shen Mingchao reached out and took a rectangular wooden box. After opening it, he found a crescent-shaped short sword inside.

The scabbard and hilt are engraved with coiled dragon patterns and inlaid with various colored pearls. They feel light and smooth in the hand, and when the knife is drawn, the blade is thin and sharp, gleaming with a cold light.

This scimitar has an excellent texture and is clearly not an ordinary item.

"No wonder Blackie messaged me before saying he had a surprise for me, turns out he was giving me a knife."

Shen Mingchao couldn't wait to test it. He took a piece of paper from the table, casually swung it, and the paper tore cleanly, just like a knife that could cut through iron like mud.

Someone kindly delivered a self-defense weapon to her door, and she accepted it without hesitation.

Shen Mingchao immediately took a photo with the sword, not only sending a WeChat message to thank the generous Hei Xiazi, but also posting on his Moments with the caption: ~(≧▽≦)/~ Oh wow! I have my own exclusive weapon now! Thank you, Hei Ye, for your generous sponsorship! @HeiXiazi

The girl in the photo is beautiful, holding the knife he gave her, and has a bright smile.

Hei Xiazi, far away in Beijing, looked at his phone screen and suddenly chuckled, his smile even more uncontrollable than AK's.

He didn't expect Shen Mingchao to post on his WeChat Moments and even tag him. He thought Shen Mingchao probably didn't know the significance of the knife, otherwise this post would be no different from an official announcement.

However, just because Shen Mingchao didn't know doesn't mean others didn't know. He laughed because he could already imagine how heartbroken those people must be.

The laughter was so lewd that Xie Yuchen, who was looking at the documents, kept glancing at Hei Xiazi. Based on his understanding of this person, he knew that Hei Xiazi was up to no good.

Just then, the phone buzzed twice. Xie Yuchen picked it up and saw that it was Xiuxiu.

Little Flower Brother, hurry and check out the Ming Dynasty's WeChat Moments!!

The anxiety in his words made Xie Yuchen frown. When he opened the WeChat Moments of the person he had pinned, his face darkened completely.

"You gave her a knife?"

Xie Yuchen looked at Hei Xiazi, his tone not questioning, but rather as if it were just a routine inquiry.

Black Bear chuckled lazily, speaking with an air of arrogance.

"You know what she's been through lately. I thought things would be safer in Yuchun, but I didn't expect so many accidents. The first two times were close calls, but who can guarantee she'll always be so lucky? I heard she's learning martial arts from a mute man, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to give her a weapon for self-defense, isn't it, Master Hua?"

These words entered his ears clearly, and Xie Yuchen suddenly remembered the phone call he had with Wu Xie a few days ago.

He had no intention of disturbing Wu Xie and the others' retirement life, but Shen Mingchao's two accidents in Yucun forced him to be on guard.

"Wu Xie, should I send some men over?"

He asked that question.

After a long silence, Wu Xie's voice finally came through: "Xiao Hua, I thought Yu Cun was safe. Perhaps she's better suited to stay in the airtight Xie family courtyard."

If they were to encounter danger head-on, the three of them would be more than capable of protecting Shen Mingchao. The problem is that Shen Mingchao is a living, breathing person, and they cannot confine a person's freedom or provide close protection. This is a major weakness.

"Don't say such things, Wu Xie." Xie Yuchen sighed. He also wanted to keep him by his side, but...

"We can't guarantee that accidents will never happen."

Upon hearing Jie Yuchen's words, Wu Xie laughed self-deprecatingly: "Yes, getting involved with us is her greatest danger."

Indeed, everything Hei Xiazi said made perfect sense.

But Jie Yuchen knew that Hei Xiazi's intentions went beyond that.

Sending weapons is fine, sending knives is normal, but the person who sent the knife happened to be Hei Xiazi, so no one would not have doubts.

[The Manchu sword is only given to the one he loves.]

This is the significance of the Manchus presenting the knife.

That's also the first thought everyone has when they see a post on WeChat Moments.

Among this group of people, perhaps only the person who posted the message on social media is unaware of it, simply categorizing it as a simple gift between friends.

Wu Xie stared intently at the knife, and after holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "The Ming Dynasty, do you know about the Manchus...?"

Before he could finish speaking, someone nudged his elbow. Wu Xie turned around and saw that it was Xiao Ge gently shaking his head at him, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Shen Mingchao clearly knew nothing. Even if Hei Xiazi's intention in giving him the knife wasn't pure, it wasn't their place to expose it.

Wouldn't that be giving Hei Xiazi an unfair advantage for no reason?

Secret emotions should remain secret, just like the unspeakable truths they hold dear.

Just then, Kan Jian, who was standing nearby, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered something. He said, "Wait a minute, I remember that Blackie is a flag bearer..."

Before Kan Jian could do something wrong, the fat man quickly grabbed Kan Jian's shoulder, pulling him back and causing him to stumble.

"Qi? What do you mean, 'Qi'?" Shen Mingchao asked.

"Ah, the flags... all... all together!" The fat man reacted quickly, pulling the vest into the house, then spouting nonsense: "Hey, Xilaimian's been so busy these days, we were short-handed! You're here just in time, come on, come on, help me out, we're having poached chicken today!"

As he spoke, the fat man winked at the man in the vest, thus diverting the topic and successfully getting away with it.

This family would fall apart without Fatty!

Kan Jian is a bit simple-minded, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. Fatty's eyelids were practically twitching; if he still didn't understand what it meant, he wouldn't be fit to stay in the Nine Gates.

Although he didn't know why he wasn't allowed to talk about Blackie being a Manchu, he still went along with Fatty's words.

"No problem, I have plenty of strength. Starting a fire, boiling water, and scalding chicken feathers are all no problem for me."

After everyone had dinner, it was time to solve the problem of finding beds. Since the courtyard of Xilaimian was not yet completed and the rooms in the village house were limited, Kan Jian noticed Wu Xie's hesitant expression and very understandingly waved his hand, saying that he could sleep on the sofa in the living room. He was thick-skinned and didn't care about the environment.

Sofas are nothing. We've slept on coffin lids when we went to tombs. Sofas are considered good conditions.

When the night was deep and quiet, Kan Jian lay on the sofa, looking at the moon outside the window, his heart filled with confusion and shock.

Did Hei Ye give him the knife because he meant it? But why does Miss Shen seem completely unaware? If you like someone, just confess! Why hide it? But how could someone like Hei Ye be attracted to a naive young girl?

Absolutely inhuman...

Oh no, it's more like an old cow eating young grass...

Hmm? That doesn't seem right either.

Forget about them, it's none of my business what they do. I shouldn't think so much about it, I should just go to sleep.

Then he woke up because of the heat!

He opened his eyes, drenched in sweat, and met a pair of astonished eyes. He was equally bewildered, his mind a complete mess, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

Only one thought remained in my chaotic mind.

The person before you is the source of everything.

The source of the fire was set on him!