Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

After waiting for a long time, all I got was Zhang's cold violence.

Shen Mingchao gave an awkward laugh.

"Teacher, you're so dedicated. This isn't out of character at all. It's okay, I won't hold you up. I'll find a way out myself."

After saying this, Shen Mingchao forced himself to remain calm and, supporting his back, limped as he explored the map.

After groping along the boundary for a long time, all he found were stone walls. Shen Mingchao's heart sank.

As she walked into a misty place and was about to go inside, she suddenly felt a strong pulling sensation on her back.

She was forced to stop.

"Don't go, it's dangerous."

As if to echo the man's words, a strange, low growl faintly emanated from the deepest part of the mist, and the aura emanating from it was even colder and more piercing.

Shen Mingchao shivered uncontrollably and asked in a trembling voice, "What's in there?"

"ultimate."

Zhang Qilin quietly loosened Shen Mingchao's clothes and turned around.

"Let's go."

Shen Mingchao turned around, but didn't move her feet; she was still processing the two words she had just heard.

The ultimate? Is it the ultimate that she knows?

Zhang Qilin took a step forward, but when he realized the person hadn't followed, he remained silent for a while before adding, "Your injuries need to be treated."

"kindness......"

Since the other party had said that, Shen Mingchao had no reason not to go.

Whether he's the real Zhang Qiyu or a cosplay teacher, she's unfamiliar with the area, so it's more reliable for her to stick with him.

The two of them returned to the open space they had been in before.

A searchlight stood in the center of the open space, and with its light, Shen Mingchao surveyed his surroundings.

An old tent, with some daily necessities scattered on the ground, it was no different from wilderness survival, the conditions were quite harsh.

After Zhang Qilan led Shen Mingchao to sit down on a large rock, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Zhang Qilan didn't turn around, only leaving behind the words: "The ointment has expired, I'm going to gather herbs."

Herbs? That's really like a savage regressing to the level of a wild man.

As the man's figure disappeared into the shadows, Shen Mingchao's gaze also fell into the void.

The situation is too outrageous; she needs to calm down.

If all of this isn't a dream, or some official event, if it's all real, then what's going on? Transmigration into a book? Or a parallel world?

More importantly, how is she going to get home?

The images of Shen Mingyue and the others floated into my mind.

They must be very worried because they can't contact them.

Shen Mingchao remained silent for a while, then suddenly remembered something else.

Wait a minute, who said she couldn't be contacted? She's really confused; how could a modern person forget her phone?

I quickly checked my pockets, but couldn't find my phone.

Shen Mingchao suppressed his panic and comforted himself, thinking that perhaps it had fallen to the ground during freefall.

Thinking this, Shen Mingchao endured the pain, got up, picked up the searchlight, and searched around.

She actually found it in no time.

Seeing that his phone wasn't broken, Shen Mingchao quickly turned on the screen, opened WeChat, and was about to make a call when a striking red message popped up.

[Current network unavailable. Please click to view your phone's network settings.]

Shen Mingchao looked up; the signal indicator in the upper right corner of the screen was gray.

A snap—that's the sound of something about to break.

Shen Mingchao's clenched fists were trembling slightly.

She suddenly didn't know what to do.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qilin returned after collecting herbs.

He walked straight over, picked up a stone bowl from the ground, put all the herbs in it, and then ground them with another stone.

After the dressing was prepared, he handed the bowl over.

Shen Mingchao met Zhang Qiyu's gaze without changing his expression. The man's eyes were like obsidian, indifferent yet profound.

Normally, she would probably be completely captivated by his good looks. But this was clearly not the time for her to be infatuated.

A moment later, Shen Mingchao made up his mind and unexpectedly reached out to grab the other person's wrist.

It was as if they had grasped at the last straw.

Her lips trembled, still wanting to confirm one thing.

"Zhang Qilin, is there no way out of here?"

The side lights illuminated the two of them completely.

Zhang Qilin lowered his eyes and saw the girl who had mistakenly wandered into this place for the first time.

Her small face was fair and delicate, and her clear eyes were fixed on him, with a red tinge in them.

His gaze then moved down to where the two were touching; the girl's fingers were long and slender, white, and she was gripping his wrist, which was trembling slightly.

It coincided perfectly with the image in his mind.

However, the two people in the scene are reversed.

He held onto the other person's wrist tightly, and, not content with that, leaned in closer, attempting to intertwine their fingers...

With his physical reflexes, he could easily dodge the girl's movements.

But he didn't move at all.

The feeling grew clearer and more intense, and the indifference in Zhang Qiluo's eyes faded, replaced by other, unreadable emotions.

Some time later, he finally brought the storm under control.

After breaking free from Shen Mingchao's grasp, Zhang Qilin's gaze returned to the present.

This time, he stared into the girl's eyes and gave an affirmative answer with utmost seriousness, word by word.

"It's not time yet, we can't leave for now."

The facts were undeniable, leaving Shen Mingchao no choice but to believe them.

She carefully recalled the plot of The Lost Tomb that Shen Mingyue had told her.

Although she only remembered the general outline, she knew that Zhang Qilan had been guarding the gate for ten years, and Wu Xie would clear all obstacles and come to Changbai Mountain to pick him up as agreed.

At this point, the back injury is more important.

Shen Mingchao took the bowl, wiping it as he asked, "How much longer until we arrive?"

Zhang Qilan remained silent for a longer time than usual this time. In the period immediately after he entered the room, he worked tirelessly to clean up those "things." After dealing with most of them, he fell into a deep sleep.

If Shen Mingchao's voice hadn't woken him up this time, he probably wouldn't have woken up so early.

As he regained consciousness, those things deep inside began to stir, and he was unsure whether the door would open normally.

Furthermore, he was unsure whether Wu Xie would remember their promise ten years from now.

He didn't want to give a definite answer hastily.

After treating her back injury, Shen Mingchao hadn't heard Zhang Qilin's voice yet, and she prepared herself for the worst.

"It doesn't need to be exactly precise, just give me a general time."

Zhang Qilin finally spoke: "Five months."

"Five months."

Shen Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief. She was prepared for Zhang Qilan to be a newcomer and for her to wait ten years.

If she were to live like a wild woman for ten years, she didn't know if she could hold back from going crazy.

At this moment, Shen Mingchao only thought that compared to ten years, five months was nothing at all.

But if you really asked a modern person to give up their phone, their food, and all entertainment, and live a monotonous, primitive life, eating tasteless mushrooms every day, let alone five months, they would find it hard to endure even a single day.

Especially since his only "roommate" is a man of few words and a quiet, reserved nature.