Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The bright incandescent light overhead was dazzling, and only then could Shen Mingchao clearly see Qi Qiu's appearance.

By Chinese aesthetic standards, Qi Qiu was born with a handsome face. His eyebrows, eyes and demeanor were just like the noble young master described in the book. He was so handsome that he attracted attention. Because of his status, he also had a subtle sense of aloofness.

Qi Qiu is someone who has never been mentioned in Yueyue.

As a transmigrator from another world, if she hadn't come here, Qi Qiu's fate would have been obvious.

die abroad.

According to Zhang Haixia, this child comes from a family of feng shui masters, with only one son per generation, and he himself is extremely talented.

I don't know if he ever consulted a fortune teller about himself, or if he foresaw that his fate was as thin as paper and that his family line would end.

As he was deep in thought, a few faint whispers, as soft as mosquitoes' buzzes, came from his mouth. Shen Mingchao looked over.

The boy slept very restlessly, his head shaking slightly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his lips moving, and his fingers unconsciously tugging at the corner of the blanket.

She leaned closer to listen; it sounded a bit like pain, a bit like impotence, and finally, a suppressed "No..."

Qi Qiu had a nightmare.

Shen Mingchao sighed. To suffer such torment at such a young age must have left him with a deep psychological scar.

Thinking this, she reached out and gently patted the back of Qi Qiu's hands, which were folded over his abdomen, with a very light touch.

When she was little, her aunt would comfort her like this when she had nightmares and couldn't sleep.

This silent comfort carries an indescribable power, as if it can soothe all unease.

Just as his wrist was suddenly gripped by a cold hand, Shen Mingchao was surprised, but a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

"You're awake?"

Qi Qiu looked at the girl so close to him and knew that the strange divination had come true.

He had long anticipated that he would face a fatal calamity, and originally thought there was no way to resolve it. Just as he was about to face death calmly, the divination suddenly changed, indicating that he would receive help from a benefactor and escape from a desperate situation.

Now, your benefactor is right before your eyes.

Only then did he realize that what his ancestors had said in their dream was true.

Listening to Shen Mingchao's brief explanation of the situation, Qi Qiu smiled faintly and shook his head: "I knew you would come to save me, and I also know why you came to save me."

Shen Mingchao didn't expect the other party to say that. After thinking about it for a moment, she realized a possibility.

"You calculated that?"

Qi Qiu nodded gently.

"That amazing?"

Shen Mingchao raised an eyebrow, still feeling astonished. The next second, this feng shui master, as if he had a god's-eye view, began to ruthlessly expose her true identity.

"Don't worry, I'm willing to help you; it's what I should do. I know you come from another world, and I can help your soul leave your body to see your family."

Shen Mingchao's eyes gradually widened.

"Since you know everything, how could you..." She paused, unwilling to touch Qi Qiu's sore spot, and then changed to a gentler tone: "To this point?"

Qi Qiu lowered his eyes, his delicate features filled with solemnity, and he exuded a composure beyond his years.

"I know what you're thinking."

"There are always some things in this world that we do knowingly because they are impossible. If I'm not the one who suffers, someone else will be."

"But that would lead to an even more terrible future, so I am willing to be myself."

The boy's eyes were bright and piercing, like stars in the night sky. His voice was soft, yet it carried a deep weight in the ears.

Shen Mingchao was stunned without realizing it.

So that's how it is.

Because they had foreseen an even worse outcome, they were willing to endure suffering, bear the burden of sin, and die far from home.

A simple "I'm willing."

What a wonderful phrase, "willingly."

Zhang Haixia had clearly said that Qi Qiu was barely an adult.

A faint smile appeared on Shen Mingchao's lips.

It is truly a great pity that such a kind-hearted young man perished at the prime of his life, at the age of eighteen.

The topic became slightly somber at this point.

Shen Mingchao wanted to ease the tension, and a sudden idea popped into his head.

"Since you're so good at calculations..."

She leaned closer, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, her eyes blinking rapidly, her tone soft and coaxing.

"Could you tell me the winning lottery numbers?"

Qi Qiu didn't expect the topic to change so quickly, and this question immediately stumped him.

"No." He shook his head.

"This kind of windfall is unexpected wealth, which requires one's own good fortune to achieve a balance of yin and yang. If one's self-control is insufficient and one cannot bear this wealth, then excess will lead to deficiency and backlash."

Seeing Qi Qiu's serious expression and earnest, didactic manner, Shen Mingchao pressed his advantage, asking, "Oh~~ so it can be calculated?"

Before Qi Qiu could finish saying "You—" he looked up and met the cunning glint in the girl's eyes, and the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

He fell silent, turned slightly to the side, and after a long pause, uttered a low voice: "You're teasing me."

Hearing the grievance in Qi Qiu's voice, Shen Mingchao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Okay~

She reached out and straightened him, staring intently into Qi Qiu's eyes, and spoke seriously, word by word.

As the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future.

"Your most important thing right now is to shout to the heavens, 'I'm still alive!'"

"Instead of calmly and frankly saying that it was all a predetermined fate."

"Even if the sky falls, there are always tall people to hold it up. So relax, you're not a savior, and no one says you have to go and die."

At this point, Shen Mingchao took a deep breath, then changed the subject, his tone becoming impatient and persuasive.

"Alright, I've said everything I wanted to say, so now..."

"Call me 'sister' and let me hear it?"

The true intentions are revealed when the map is unrolled!

That was her ultimate goal.

Since transmigrating into the book, all the characters she's encountered have been twice her age. Now that she's finally met someone younger than her, she absolutely can't let this opportunity slip by.

The handsome young man stood there stunned for a long time, the burning sensation spreading from his cheeks consuming all his reason.

He spent his short eighteen years studying the Eight Calculations of Qimen, immersing himself in metaphysics and never getting out, let alone engaging in any romantic relationships.

Just now, upon meeting the important person for the first time, many unspeakable thoughts surfaced in his mind.

A strange and unfamiliar restlessness washed over him, and he quietly cast a divination for himself.

The divination indicates that the Red Phoenix Star is in motion.

This means that Shen Mingchao is not only his benefactor, but also his destined lover.

Now, with all sorts of emotions intertwined, he no longer had time to pay attention to what the other person was saying.

At this moment, the young man, who was usually so composed, finally abandoned his usual demeanor.

The "Qi Qiu" in the picture had already taken the lead and demonstrated it. He was also bewitched, raised the other person's hand, bowed slightly, and touched it briefly before pulling away.

He offered his utmost respect with a kiss on the back of his hand.

"Sister, I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. I am willing to offer you all my wealth and will be at your service from now on."