Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

As Shen Mingchao left, the few people left in the room exchanged glances and tacitly found places to sit down, clearly indicating that they were about to have a confession session.

Zhang Haiyan was undoubtedly the main speaker for the Zhang family. He was extremely talkative; he opened a bottle of beer and started talking non-stop, leaving no one able to get a word in edgewise.

"You know how the Zhang family operates; they don't talk much. But I'm different. I'm naturally talkative, and once I start talking, I can't stop all night. If you compare the Zhang family to a pressure cooker, then I'm the steam valve. Everyone else's unspoken words are poured into me. So once I start talking, don't interrupt me; let me finish."

Wu Xie noticed that the fat man glanced at him, and the look in his eyes seemed to say: Just how long-winded is this guy that he needs to be warned like this before he even speaks.

Recalling certain hallucinations, he pursed his lips and gave a look: "It's probably enough to flood the Great Wall if you replaced what this person said with water."

"First of all, the encounter with Hai Ke was indeed an accident, but that was the starting point for Shen Mingchao to truly come into our view. We didn't pay much attention to this girl who suddenly appeared beside you, but after that, we knew that this girl was not simple."

"After several experiments, we finally came to a conclusion. This girl has a blood-related attraction to us, can arouse people's desires, accelerate the healing speed of wounds... and a series of other incredible abilities. In short, we guess that she should be the purest Qilin girl in the Zhang family."

Hearing the other person's words, Wu Xie had a clue. He first looked at Zhang Qianjun and said confidently, "You've been to Hangzhou."

Shen Mingchao had previously mentioned that the other person was a friend who sold jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). In his memory, only that night at the night market by West Lake, after he had queued up to buy egg tarts, did he find that Shen Mingchao was carrying two jianbing guozi, one of which he had shared with him.

Since things had come to this point, there was no point in hiding anything, and Zhang Qianjun reluctantly nodded.

Wu Xie then turned his gaze back to Zhang Haiyan and continued, "That driver, you switched him, didn't you?"

Zhang Haiyan raised an eyebrow: "I wouldn't miss something this interesting." This was his admission.

The fat man suddenly spat out a curse: "You've been doing so many things behind our brother's back! If you ask me, you don't respect the clan leader at all!"

This really hit the three of them where it hurt.

However, with Zhang Qilin present, the group had to suppress their anger. Zhang Qianjun said indignantly, "You fatso, all you know how to do is sow discord!"

"Hey? I'm not telling the truth? I was saying..." The fat man was interrupted by Wu Xie before he could finish his sentence.

The young man is the clan leader, after all. If things really escalate, he'll be caught in a dilemma.

Moreover, their current focus is on the Ming Dynasty.

Wu Xie calmed himself down: "You do know a lot, but it's not accurate enough."

Now it was Wu Xie's turn to be on the home turf. He opened a bottle of beer, took a sip, and said, "I don't know anything about bloodlines, but I can be sure that this ability of the Ming Dynasty is targeted, and it's not just for your Zhang family."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Haike frowned.

"What I mean is, it's not because Mingchao is a pure-blooded Qilin woman that she has an influence on you; it's because she has an influence on certain specific people, such as me, Xiaohua, Heixiazi..."

Like a king calling out names, Wu Xie's voice darkened the three men's faces with each name he uttered. They had initially thought the Zhang family was special, but now it seemed they had misunderstood.

Wu Xie pointed to the door again and gave a wry smile: "The young man who just went out is called Kan Jian. We found out he was also a few days ago. He's the newest one we know of."

"I'm not sure if there are any others, but I have a strong feeling this won't be the last!"

"Furthermore, it's not just about accelerating wound healing. You are immortals, so you're not sensitive to this aspect."

"We are ordinary people who are born, grow old, get sick, and die, and we all suffer from various intractable diseases. Therefore, her ability is to extend people's lifespan while treating their illnesses."

"For example, Zhang Haike, I think what she just saw was your original appearance. Don't be surprised, because you're not the first."

"Hei Xiazi told us that what Mingchao saw was his eyes before the problem occurred. You can take it as a reward foreshadowing; if you continue to interact with it, you will slowly return to your original state."

"And by then, you'll be completely addicted."

The last sentence, though spoken in a very soft and low voice, was like a demon breathing close to the ear, carrying a chilling power to seduce the heart.

Wu Xie did it on purpose.

He downed the beer in one gulp, the bubbles bursting on his tongue, the strong aroma of the beer filling his nostrils, the subtle sweetness of malt spreading in his mouth, and a slightly bitter, cool aftertaste lingering in his throat after swallowing.

After finishing one glass, he poured himself another, just like how he used to drink highly sweet carbonated beverages like water to relieve the pain from snake venom. He longed for these things to numb his nerves and make him feel no pain.

He drank too quickly and the alcohol went into his trachea. Wu Xie covered his mouth and coughed violently. His throat felt hot and numb, and even his breathing felt like it was being burned by the smell of alcohol.

Wu Xie.

The voice was gentle, carrying a reassuring warmth.

Someone took the wine glass away. Wu Xie looked at the person in the shadows, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

In this situation, even the deliveryman is deeply involved. Two people stuck in the same quagmire cannot save each other.

His sense of smell has almost fully recovered, and it shouldn't be long before it is fully restored. At that time, he will become the person he was talking about.

Wu Xie took a deep breath, and after rinsing his throat with the water the fat man handed him, he gradually calmed down. He looked at the three Zhang family members with their various expressions again and asked, "I heard you're planning to open a breakfast shop next door?"

Zhang Haike nodded.

Wu Xie scoffed, "Is your Zhang family that idle?"

What breakfast shop? It's just a front.

He clenched his fist. Regardless of whether they were Chong Mingchao or Chong Xiaoge, he didn't want them to stay in Yucun.

But given the disparity in strength, even if he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do, unless the younger brother ordered them to leave. And given the younger brother's personality, he would probably turn a blind eye.

These are, after all, his own people.

Wu Xie suddenly remembered the phone call he had with Xiao Hua a few days ago. She had asked him if he needed someone to go over there, and that was the longest he had ever been silent.

"Wu Xie, I understand you, but when it comes to her safety, nothing else matters, you know? Some things can't be gambled on."

After saying that, Xiaohua hung up the phone.

Later, Kan Jian came to Yu Cun. He asked himself if he was allowed to stay because Kan Jian could do housework.

No, he was swayed by Xiaohua's advice. It's better to keep your own people around than to let outsiders come.

Now the Zhang family has also gotten involved.

Wu Xie was absolutely furious.

The confession session came to an end, but just a few hours later, Xi Lai Mian's door was pushed open with a "bang," and Kan Jian, panting and looking flustered, shouted out a sentence that shocked everyone.

"The Ming Dynasty! The Ming Dynasty is gone!"