Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

After a flight of several hours, they landed at Fuzhou Changle Airport at around 3 p.m.

Compared to Tokyo, where it has already snowed, Fuzhou in December feels more comfortable. The wind is gentle and there is no noticeable biting cold.

Shen Mingchao had boarded the plane wearing a padded coat, but after leaving the airport, she found herself slightly sweaty. She tried to take off her coat, but as soon as she unzipped it, someone stopped her.

Xie Yuchen: "This is a windy spot. The car that's picking us up will be here soon. Let's take our clothes off after we get in the car."

A few days ago, when they booked their tickets back to China, they immediately notified the people in Yucun. Wu Xie called and said he could drive to pick them up, but Hei Hua and the other person refused the offer.

Xie Yuchen meant that he could call a private car, and there was no need for Wu Xie to go through the trouble.

Hei Xiazi was much more sarcastic, saying that Wu Xie's old Jinbei van should take a break and not be overworked.

Wu Xie: Don't think I don't know you're using an object to represent a person!

After zipping his coat back up, Shen Mingchao, bored while waiting for the bus, glanced around and inadvertently turned his head, only to meet a familiar gaze.

It was Hordorf, who was on the same flight as them.

Out of sheer curiosity, she stole a few more glances and discovered that this person was truly strange. He stood in the corner, neither approaching them to speak nor leaving, and inexplicably exuded a sinister, ghostly aura.

She quickly figured it out.

Judging from their previous conversation, this person's destination was also Yucun. He probably wanted to hitch a ride with them but was too embarrassed to ask, so he kept hesitating.

Shen Mingchao didn't want to meddle, but since the other party had helped her find her earring, she felt that their relationship wasn't that bad.

"he--"

They had barely uttered a word when a luxury van pulled up in front of them. Their words were abruptly cut short.

Shen Mingchao's attention was also drawn to the car.

She didn't recognize the brand, but she thought the car was very expensive.

The car had seven seats, and Shen Mingchao, who was prone to motion sickness, chose the front passenger seat first. Hei Xiazi said he wanted to have the back seat all to himself, while Qi Qiu chose one of the two middle seats, leaving Xie Yuchen with the remaining one.

After everyone was seated, Xie Yuchen was the last one. He stood outside the car but did not get on immediately.

"Master Hua?"

Qi Qiu asked aloud.

Seeing this, Hei Xiazi knew exactly what Xie Yuchen was struggling with. He pursed his lips and said reluctantly, "Qi Qiu, come to the back row and sit with me."

This can be considered a direct statement.

They had also noticed Shen Mingchao's hesitation earlier.

They're all from the underworld; they might be jealous, but they wouldn't be so petty as to refuse a ride.

The Xie and Huo families, in particular, were longtime friends.

Although Huo Daofu had betrayed the family, Xie Yuchen couldn't help but soften his heart.

He turned around, looked directly into Hordorff's eyes, and tilted his head in a gesture of acknowledgment.

The meaning is quite obvious.

Huo Daofu understood immediately. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that Xie Yuchen would give him a way out.

He's not an ungrateful person.

Hodor walked over with his suitcase, and bowed his head to thank the people in the car as they looked at him.

"No need," Xie Yuchen said. "Consider it repaying the favor you did for treating me the other day."

Reciprocity is essential for maintaining a good relationship.

There was still quite a distance between Fuzhou and Yucun. In his dazed state, Shen Mingchao felt his phone vibrate twice.

I turned on the screen, and a Weibo splash screen message popped up.

Liu Sang: Hello.

There are only these two words.

The response was faster than I expected.

She could roughly guess that Liu Sang must be a little embarrassed. After all, two months had passed, and they were strangers again. He definitely wouldn't know what to say when he suddenly replied like this.

Fortunately, she started the conversation.

Hello, why do you ask this question?

This throws the question back at us.

Before prying into other people's privacy, you should be honest with yourself first.

After a long silence, the other end sent a message: "I've heard about someone's deeds and admire him greatly, but I haven't had any interaction with him. I've seen his photo before and think he looks a lot like the person in your photo, so I wanted to ask about him."

Unexpectedly honest.

It seems this die-hard fan is serious.

Shen Mingchao smiled and replied: Although I don't know if we're talking about the same person, the person in my photo is indeed surnamed Zhang, and I admire him a lot; he's my idol.

The moment the message was sent, the other party immediately responded with a bunch of question marks.

Liu Sang: Your idol? ???

Shen Mingchao: Yes, he's my idol.

Liu Sang: May I ask what your idol's full name is?

Shen Mingchao: Zhang Qiling.

This time, the other side sent a bunch of exclamation marks.

Yes, I can tell how surprised you are that you have someone who shares your interests.

She replied innocently: What's wrong?

After those words disappeared without a trace, Shen Mingchao knew that as Zhang Qiling's only die-hard fan, it would take time for him to accept that Zhang Qiling had other fans.

It's alright, she can wait.

As for Wang Can, there's no rush. After all, who can believe in the possibility of someone coming back from the dead for no reason?

While they were chatting, the car finally entered the familiar mountain road. Instead of going to the village house, they went to Xilaimian.

This all started with a phone call with Wu Xie. When he learned that they had returned to China, Fatty was on the other end of the phone shouting that he wanted to throw a welcome-back banquet and asked them what they wanted to eat so that he, the chef, could start cooking and preparing in advance.

The people present had no dietary restrictions and could eat anything, so they turned their attention to Shen Mingchao.

She said she wanted something hot to eat.

The fat man replied, "That's easy. We'll make her a signature dish—Motuo Stone Pot Chicken."

She naturally had no objections, and the group decided to have their dinner at Xilaimian.

As dusk fell, the car slowly came to a stop in front of Xilaimian. It was nearing evening, a perfect time for dinner.

Perhaps hearing the car engine, Shen Mingchao, without even unbuckled his seatbelt, saw a large group of people walking out of the house through the windshield, a sea of ​​faces at a glance.

It reminded her of a famous meme: Wow~ so many people.

She glanced around and saw that besides the trio, there were a few familiar faces.

Wang Meng, the White Snake, and the Zhang family.

While in the car, Shen Mingchao was already imagining the scene of their reunion and what he should say as an opening line.

For example, shouting: "I, Hu Hansan, am back!"

Or perhaps it's saying: I, Niohuru, will return victorious tomorrow!

When that moment finally arrived, gazing at those familiar faces, Shen Mingchao suddenly found himself speechless. All his emotions were stuck in his throat, and he could only stand there dumbfounded.

really weird.

They've only known each other for less than a year.

Moreover, considering the time frame, she had only been gone for a little over half a month. Now, seeing these people again, she felt a bit apprehensive, like someone returning home.