Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

What if the door doesn't open, and Zhang Qilan suffers a mental breakdown and forgets about her?

Wouldn't all those revolutionary friendships she'd built up over so long be for naught, like going back to square one?

No, we can't let that happen.

But she couldn't directly ask him if he was prone to amnesia, as that would be like rubbing salt into a wound. Besides, she couldn't explain why she knew about amnesia.

Shen Mingchao pondered for a long time, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

She took off the red string bracelet from her wrist and handed it to Zhang Qilan, saying, "Idol, you can borrow this."

Zhang Qiyu: ?

I don't know why Shen Mingchao suddenly wanted to give him something.

Shifting your gaze, a red rope bracelet with a silver lock lay quietly in the girl's palm.

He had excellent eyesight and could see that the words "Ming Dynasty" were engraved on the silver lock.

Clearly, this is a longevity lock given to the girl by her parents or elders in a secular sense, as a way of expressing their best wishes for the child.

Such things should not be lent to others.

Zhang Qilan didn't reach out to take it, but only asked curiously, "Why?"

Shen Mingchao sat up and shared his thoughts.

"I thought about it for a long time last night, and I really couldn't figure out why those figures didn't dare to approach me. After thinking about it, the only special thing I had was this longevity lock bracelet."

"It is said that my mother had a difficult pregnancy with me and almost miscarried. My father received guidance from a wise man and went to a well-known temple in our area to obtain a longevity lock, which was then made into a bracelet. Later, when I was born safely, my parents went to the temple to fulfill their vow."

"According to the expert, this pair of longevity locks is very effective. They can ward off evil spirits, prevent disasters, and protect peace. I have worn them since I was a child, and I do not remember ever encountering any major disasters."

"On the contrary, my parents passed away unexpectedly when I was young. So I always feel that I took away their good fortune."

"I remember when I was little, my aunt took me to visit my father's relatives. I remember I wasn't popular. The adults even said I was some kind of nemesis."

"Later, my aunt stopped taking me with her. She even changed my surname to Shen, which is my mother's surname."

Zhang Qi listened quietly, and could sense the girl's gradually declining mood from her tone.

This was the first time he had heard Shen Mingchao mention his parents in the months they had spent together.

He had initially thought that such a bright and cheerful girl would have a happy and fulfilling family life, but he never expected her life to be so bumpy.

Zhang Qilin wasn't completely ignorant of social etiquette. Often, he was simply too lazy to engage in such interactions, nor did he find it worthwhile to pay attention to these matters.

The Zhang family is still arrogant at heart.

But facing this junior who was opening his heart to him without reservation, he felt that he should say something.

After a moment, he spoke, his tone gentle.

"It's not your fault."

Shen Mingchao was taken aback upon hearing this.

It was as if the gentle moonlight had fallen, dispelling the gloom in her heart, and she smiled silently.

"So you should wear this bracelet for now, just in case it actually works?"

"Give it a try."

"Besides, this place is so dangerous, there's no harm in bringing a red rope for safety, right?"

"At least wear it until the door opens, and if you don't want to wear it anymore then, you can give it back to me."

Zhang Qiyu remained unmoved.

Shen Mingchao bit his lower lip.

With a bold and reckless spirit, I slowly raised my hand and approached, then with lightning speed, slipped the bracelet onto the other person's wrist in one fluid motion.

Fortunately, the other party did not show any obvious resistance.

This wasn't entirely due to her personal motives.

On one hand, if the longevity lock really is working, then it's a form of protection for Zhang Qilin. And protecting Zhang Qilin is indirectly equivalent to protecting herself.

On the other hand, Zhang Qiyu wore a silver lock engraved with her name on her wrist. Even if she really lost her memory one day, having this bracelet would be a kind of protection for her.

In short, this is an open conspiracy.

As things unfolded as expected, Shen Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief and could finally sleep peacefully.

The world finally quieted down.

Hearing the soft breathing coming from inside the tent, Zhang Qilin knew that Shen Mingchao had fallen asleep.

He got up very quietly, took the old clothes he had changed out of that morning, and went out.

Clothes still need to be washed, otherwise we'll have nothing to wear.

Wet the old clothes with lukewarm water, lather them with soap, and scrub them in the dim light.

As he moved, the extra object on his wrist became particularly noticeable. His gaze fell over it and he noticed that several small bells were hanging from the silver lock, constantly making sounds.

The voice sounds familiar.

He must have heard about it.

Zhang Qilin's thoughts gradually drifted away, and certain indescribable images flashed into his mind.

In the picture, he could clearly see the silver lock on the girl's wrist, swaying like a willow branch.

The bells jingled incessantly.

Oh, he remembered.

This was a dream he had last night.

Perhaps that's one reason why he can sleep for so long.

If their previous interactions were fragmented pieces, then this dream integrates all those pieces into a coherent and clear narrative.

But unlike ordinary movies and TV series, he did not watch them from a third-person perspective.

It was actually him who was acting.

As if he had truly experienced it, he could still feel that warmth deep within his bones when he thought back on it.

This feeling was completely foreign to him.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel that he disliked it.

Not only did I not dislike it, but I also felt a strange sense of comfort throughout my body, and even the wound that should have been excruciatingly painful was now tingling with a dense, itchy sensation.

If he sensed correctly, his recovery speed had increased.

While he was thinking, the water in the basin became clear. Zhang Qiyu picked up the wet clothes, wrung them out, spread them out on the ventilated wooden pole, and then went back.

The girl in the tent was already fast asleep.

Zhang Qiyu remained silent for a moment, then stepped forward and added some firewood.

Then, the gauze on her chest was loosened, and in the firelight, the gruesome tear from yesterday was now just a small slit.

It may not be long before his injuries are completely healed, without even leaving a scar.

This should be a good thing.

Zhang Qilin, however, did not think so.

His brows furrowed slightly, and dark clouds gathered in his eyes, cold and sharp.

What is this?

An additional gift?

Or is it an addictive hook?

Or is it a trap with deadly allure?