Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Shen Mingchao didn't understand at all. She turned around, tilted her head, and looked at the fat man. "What's wrong?"

The fat man pointed at Wu Xie, then at Zhang Haike, and asked, "Don't you think they look alike?"

Back in Motuo, the two men's striking resemblance startled them both, and it took them a long time to process it before they accepted the reality. When Shen Mingchao first met Zhang Haike, he wasn't even curious about why this man looked just like Wu Xie.

They look alike?!

Shen Mingchao looked at the two men from left to right, but couldn't find any resemblance. However, the fat man didn't seem to be making things up, so an idea popped into her head. She tentatively asked, "Are they related in some way?"

No further explanation is needed; this rhetorical question already explains the issue. However, it's too early to draw conclusions based solely on this one sentence.

Wu Xie suppressed his shock and tried his best to remain calm. Following Shen Mingchao's misunderstanding, he continued, "Yes, there is some connection. People used to say we look alike."

"I see..."

Shen Mingchao's gaze swept back and forth across the two faces. Perhaps because she had seen them so often, she actually noticed some clues.

"Hmm... to be more precise, you two do have a similar charm in your eyes and brows."

That's even more wrong. Apart from their faces, their temperaments are completely different.

Some of the uncertain ideas that everyone had were now pretty much confirmed.

Shen Mingchao had no idea that her simple words had stirred up everyone's emotions.

Especially the two parties involved.

More accurately, it was Zhang Haike.

He didn't know how to describe his current feelings. In his hundred years of life, apart from the time he learned that his sister had been replaced, this was only the second time he had fallen into such a helpless and out-of-control state.

"Sea Traveler".

Zhang Haiyan noticed Zhang Haike's sudden change in aura and quickly reached out to pat the other's slightly trembling wrist.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Haike finally snapped out of his daze. He shook his head to indicate that he was alright. Suppressing his agitated emotions, he wanted to confirm it again.

He unconsciously took a few steps towards Shen Mingchao, his eyes fixed on the man before him, and asked in a calm voice, "What do you think of my appearance?"

"Yeah, he's pretty handsome."

This is the truth.

Up close, the man's striking good looks became even more impactful. Faced with such a handsome face, Shen Mingchao couldn't bring herself to say anything against her conscience. She thought Yueyue was right; the Zhang family was indeed very attractive.

Zhang Haike frowned.

No, that's not the answer; it's too ambiguous.

He couldn't help but want to take another step forward to ask more questions, but someone reacted faster than him, grabbing his shoulder and pressing down with such force that he couldn't move.

"Don't lose your sense of proportion."

The sound landed heavily in my ears.

Zhang Haike turned his head and met Zhang Qilin's solemn eyes, which held an undeniable warning.

The clan chief had spoken, and he could not disobey his orders.

But it felt like there was a stone stuck in my heart, neither going up nor down, and it just wouldn't settle down.

He was unwilling to accept the lack of resolution to this matter.

So he stood there, and finally asked, "Could you describe it in a little more detail?"

Upon hearing this, a host of questions flooded Shen Mingchao's mind.

What kind of question is this? Why ask her? Has the Zhang family fallen so low that they don't even have a mirror anymore? And they were just talking about hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Shen Mingchao looked at Zhang Haike suspiciously, and when he touched the faint lines on the other man's neck, he was startled.

It looks somewhat familiar, but I'm not sure. I'll take another look.

The clearer the lines became, the more Shen Mingchao's heart sank. She recognized the person in front of her.

It was the Zhang family member she met in the alley that night.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao suddenly took a step back, his whole body tensing up reflexively.

Why ask her such a strange question? Is it because she stumbled upon a crime scene, and they're deliberately picking on her?

It's not like Zhang Haike is a narcissist who wants everyone to praise his good looks, and that simply saying he's handsome isn't enough; he has to be described in detail.

Of the two guesses, Shen Mingchao leans more towards the former.

But the next second, the fat man walked over cheerfully, pulled her to a corner, and whispered, "Girl, you don't know, this guy is a total narcissist!"

"Didn't people used to say he looked like Tianzhen? He was petty and felt uncomfortable, so he insisted on comparing himself to Tianzhen and even made people say something convincing about him."

"But how can he compare to Tianzhen? Our Third Master is genuinely handsome. Over the years, this has become a thorn in his side. Don't even mention you, we've been asked the same question. Just say a few words to get rid of him."

Everyone present had good hearing, and the fat man's fabricated story left everyone speechless.

Zhang Qianjun, who had the most fiery temper, couldn't stand it anymore. The fat man was slandering his own people like this. He glared at him and was about to pull out a talisman, but before he could do so, the person involved grabbed his wrist.

Zhang Haike shook his head at Zhang Qianjun.

He didn't mind being splashed with dirty water, as long as he got the answer he wanted, he was willing to say that Wu Xie was his seventh aunt.

Although the fat man's words were quite nonsensical, his attempt to lighten the mood did indeed ease the heavy atmosphere considerably.

"Is that so?"

Shen Mingchao still felt something was off, but not wanting to cause trouble for herself, she went along with the fat man's words and whispered, "As for his looks, I think he has regular features, a bit like an old cadre, but he has a mole under his eye and a tattoo on his neck. Hmm, he's quite a mixed bag."

After saying this, Shen Mingchao, fearing that the other party would ask other random questions, changed the subject and waved to everyone, pretending to be very anxious.

"No, I really have to go, otherwise I won't be able to finish my test paper before going to bed!"

That is indeed the truth.

As if she had made a decision, she turned around and left.

Ugh, who can understand the pain of a high school senior?!

This development was unexpected by everyone.

Several people burst out laughing.

Only one person remained unsettled for a long time.

The answer couldn't be more obvious.

Zhang Haike silently watched the girl's slender figure until it disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The other party's simple words shook his soul, and a sentence welled up from the depths of his heart.

Shen Mingchao was someone who could see through his true nature.

Since the decline of the Zhang family, he, as the leader of an outsider clan, has been burdened with the heavy responsibility of reviving the family for many years, and has long lost himself under the pressure. But at this moment, someone saw his true nature.

That was the true nature of things, a truth that even he himself could hardly remember.

How could he not be excited?

The rain that had lasted for a century finally brought the first glimmer of sunlight.

How could he not be excited?

Zhang Haike was extremely agitated; his out-of-control emotions were like oil on a raging fire, and he had long since lost his usual composure.

Wu Xie glanced at it indifferently, and for the first time found the Sanskrit tattoo on this person's neck so glaring.

The fact they didn't want to admit was eventually laid bare before them.

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