Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"Okay, it's good that your fever has gone down. But you lost so much blood, it's always good to rest more."

This time, Zhang Qilin obediently sat back down in his original seat.

The firelight illuminated his pale face, adding a touch of broken beauty to his sickly appearance.

This was the first time Shen Mingchao had seen Zhang Qilin show a hint of weariness on her face. She silently tended the campfire and said nothing more.

Seeing that Zhang Qilin had already leaned against the stone pillar and closed his eyes.

Shen Mingchao did not return to his tent to rest, which worried her, so she braced herself and prepared to keep watch.

The atmosphere gradually became quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning wood remaining.

But when people calm down, they tend to overthink.

Shen Mingchao picked up a wooden stick and absentmindedly poked at the pebbles on the ground.

She had previously wondered why she had transmigrated into a book. Now it seems that things are not so simple.

Why did those figures attack Zhang Qilan, but dare not approach her?

What was that red eye she dreamed about?

Are these really just special advantages bestowed upon transmigrators by heaven? Or is it a problem with her personally?

The more Shen Mingchao thought about it, the more her temples ached. She felt as if a huge mystery was buried within her, but even she couldn't find a clue to solve it.

Damn!

So annoying!! (Monkey King looking impatient.jpg)

Shen Mingchao scratched his hair haphazardly, then gave up in despair, deciding to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out.

There is nothing difficult in the world, just give up.

As long as things develop in her favor, that's fine.

Don't overthink it, it'll make you lose hair.

Shen Mingchao has this one good point: he never makes things difficult for himself and can coax himself with just a few words.

Feeling bored, she picked up a small comb and braided herself into two neat pigtails.

While getting the injections, I felt fortunate.

Luckily, she carried enough small leather cases with her, otherwise she would have ended up with disheveled hair and become sworn sisters with Sadako.

Zhang Qilin slept for an unprecedentedly long time this time.

Shen Mingchao even slowed down his movements of moving the pebbles, afraid that the slightest sound would wake Zhang Qiyu.

She knew that Zhang Qilan was a light sleeper, which was probably a common occupational hazard among the Zhang family members, or people who had been in dangerous environments for many years.

To be honest, she admired this powerful figure, but she wasn't envious at all.

So tiring.

She was exhausted even when she went out to work a summer job to experience life.

Time slips away quietly.

While Shen Mingchao was playing Gomoku by himself, drawing a grid on the ground, on the seventeenth round, a small commotion finally came from Zhang Qiyu's side.

Shen Mingchao blinked his dry eyes and greeted him with a smile, "Hi, idol, a beautiful day begins!"

"Your loyal fan wants to make a deal with you. Can you take a day off from your daily training? I want to catch up on some sleep, otherwise I feel like I'm about to become a god."

Zhang Qilin looked over and paused.

Shen Mingchao's head drooped, his eyes were almost closed, and it was unclear how long he had been up all night.

Or rather, he slept much longer than usual.

Is it because he lost too much blood and his body was overloaded, and he hasn't recovered in a while?

Seeing that Zhang Qilan had ignored her question again and had given her a cold shoulder.

Shen Mingchao was not surprised at all. She spoke with the ease of an NPC: "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Then, he floated unsteadily into the tent, covered himself with the blanket from his feet to his neck, and lay down comfortably.

Yep.

serene.

It's like being dead.

"..."

Ten minutes later... Shen Mingchao came back to life.

Damn it, what's wrong with me? I'm so sleepy when I'm not in bed, but I'm not sleepy when I'm in bed.

She zipped up the tent, and with bloodshot eyes, spoke to the only living thing outside:

"I can't sleep, can you chat with me about three mushrooms?"

Zhang Qilan slowly turned his head, his eyes expressionless. He blinked, seemingly pondering what Shen Mingchao was planning to do that he couldn't understand.

Shen Mingchao clicked his tongue.

"It was really just chatting, I just couldn't sleep."

Meeting Shen Mingchao's expectant gaze, Zhang Qilin couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he simply let out a soft "Mm".

Shen Mingchao smiled with satisfaction.

She found that Zhang Qilan was sometimes quite easy to talk to, and not as cold and distant as he appeared.

Spending more time with this person made Shen Mingchao much bolder than before; she hugged the blanket and snuggled closer.

I asked her something she had been curious about for a long time.

"Idol, why does your tattoo sometimes appear and sometimes disappear?"

Shen Mingyue had only mentioned the tattoo to her a few times, saying that it would appear when heated. She found it amazing but just thought it was a fictional setting.

Now that she has seen it with her own eyes, she can't hide her curiosity and wants to find out more from the person involved.

Yesterday was the first time she had observed the Qilin tattoo on Zhang Qilin's chest up close.

And now.

Shen Mingchao shifted his gaze over, and apart from the layers of white gauze, there were no tattoos left.

Zhang Qilan remained silent for a moment before finally offering an explanation: "It only occurs when body temperature rises."

Oh! That's true.

Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent.

She exclaimed, "That tattoo is actually quite humane."

Humanized?

Zhang Qiyu paused, looked at Shen Mingchao, and his eyes showed a hint of confusion.

Perhaps because of the large age gap between them, he found that he often couldn't understand what the other person meant.

The bewildered bottle is especially adorable.

Shen Mingchao curled his lips into a smile and explained, "You see, when you want to show off, your body temperature rises, and it appears. When you want to pass the civil service exam medical test, you lower your body temperature, and it disappears. It can be used both offensively and defensively, isn't that humane?"

Zhang Qilin: "..."

It was a completely unexpected explanation.

He thought about it carefully and concluded that the Zhang family members nowadays probably wouldn't have such a need.

They weren't so bored as to walk right into a trap.

"Once I get out of here, I want to get one too. It shows up when I'm warm, it's so sexy."

Shen Mingchao was interrupted sharply by someone halfway through his daydream.

"No, you can't get a tattoo."

Oh right, this seems to be a unique symbol of the Zhang family.

╮(￣⊿￣)╭

Shen Mingchao strongly suspects that the Zhang family ancestor set this rule so that they could look cooler when fighting.

She waved her hand dismissively.

"I was just saying that casually; after all, tattoos really hurt."

She then changed the subject: "Idol, you got such a big tattoo, did it hurt a lot at the time?"

As if he had activated pain sharing, Shen Mingchao grimaced as soon as he put himself in the situation.

Following Shen Mingchao's question, Zhang Qilan thought for a while and realized that he had no memory of this matter, so he told the truth: "I don't remember."

Oh right, she remembered Shen Mingyue saying that Zhang Qilin suffered from amnesia and would occasionally lose his memory.

This is also a major heart-wrenching aspect of the book.

Speaking of this, Shen Mingchao narrowed his eyes and discovered something very serious.