Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

When the fat man got up in the middle of the night, he saw the figure sitting on the porch outside the door and paused.

Holy crap! This can happen twice?!

Wait... is that the young man?

I rubbed my eyes hard to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

The fat man couldn't help but think to himself: "Their movements after waking up are so synchronized, did the couple plan this together?"

After Wu Xie heard the commotion and came out, the fat man clicked his tongue and complained to Wu Xie:

"Looks like I'll have to consider buying a basin to put in the house. This time and again, I'm too old for this kind of scare. It's almost given me a... what do you mean, 'do'?"

"PTSD," Wu Xie replied calmly.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." The fat man nodded repeatedly, and then continued, "This makes me subconsciously glance at the door every time I get up at night, and I always feel like there's someone outside. It makes me feel uneasy."

"Fatty, there's a saying: 'If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear.'"

"Screw you!" the fat man glared at Wu Xie, who was making sarcastic remarks. "Haven't we done enough bad things already?"

Wu Xie retorted sharply, "After all these years in the underground business, are you afraid of this?"

"No, no, no," the fat man shook a finger. "The situation is different, you naive. You need to understand that people are most vulnerable when they need to relieve themselves. Is the experience of encountering a zombie normally the same as encountering one while urinating or defecating?"

Listening to the fat man's words, Wu Xie imagined and put himself in the fat man's shoes, and couldn't help but shudder as he felt a cool breeze brush against his crotch.

That situation was hellish.

"Do you understand now?"

Wu Xie nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't bother buying a basin, we already have one at home."

"A chamber pot sitting idle in the storeroom?" the fat man guessed.

"No," Wu Xie said seriously, "I remember San San replaced a litter box. Fatty, if you don't mind, you can put it to good use—ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xie was elbowed in the abdomen.

The fat man snorted and, drawing inferences from one instance to another, said, "According to you, I don't think I need to cook anymore. I can just eat San San's unused cat food. It'll save me money and effort."

Wu Xie rubbed his stomach but didn't say anything.

After a brief bickering, the two finally got serious and exchanged a glance.

They talked for so long, but the person outside the door didn't move an inch, not even a glance.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Don't ask, it's just the tacit understanding between brothers over the years.

Although Zhang Qilan was quiet in the past, the aura a person exudes is different in different states.

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a layer of cold, low pressure.

Zhang Qilan wasn't just spacing out; he was definitely not in a good mood.

Why is that?

The fat man stroked his chin and offered a reasonable guess: "Young man, you probably don't have morning grumpiness, right?"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at him: "Fatty, can't you be a little more realistic?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man switched hands and touched his chin. "Is it because you're upset about losing your virginity? Or because you can't accept that you're weak in that area—hiss!"

"Naive, why are you talking back to me?"

Wu Xie's face darkened: "I'm saving your life! You think I can't wield a knife anymore? Listen to what you're saying! It's even more absurd than what you're saying!"

The fat man clicked his tongue and retorted, "Just kidding, don't take it so seriously. I was just trying to ease the tension. You think your idea of ​​a litter box is correct?"

Even with the joke going this far, the person being teased face-to-face remained unmoved.

He didn't insult people with his face, nor did he kill them with his eyes.

This made the fat man uneasy, and he muttered to himself, "Oh no, could it be that he really has become an immortal who has passed away peacefully?"

Instead of guessing, take action.

The fat man swaggered over and immediately said, "Hey~ our Sleeping Beauty has finally woken up?"

Wu Xie, standing behind, reached up and rubbed his forehead.

Still so unreliable.

Fortunately, Zhang Qilin responded to those words.

Zhang Qilin raised his head, scanned them one by one, and spoke his first words:

"Where is she?"

No names were mentioned.

But they knew who this "she" referred to.

Wu Xie turned on his phone, squatted down, and handed it to Zhang Qilin: "Brother, she went to take an exam tomorrow. She left a few days ago."

The screen displays Shen Mingchao's WeChat Moments post after finishing his exam.

Zhang Qilin stared for a long time until the screen went dark, without saying another word, and returned to his previous wooden state.

This really stumped Wu Xie and Fatty.

The fat man thought for a moment, then clapped his hands. "The one who tied the knot must untie it," he said loudly, "Now that the exam is over, let's send a video to the Ming Dynasty when it gets light."

"That's a good suggestion," Zhang Qilin finally reacted a second time, nodding slightly at the fat man.

So, after the fat man gave a brief explanation, the video call came through.

Shen Mingchao was about to take it when his fingertips stopped.

Suddenly facing the man she had met so openly, those rosy images involuntarily surfaced in her mind. Now she understood what it felt like when they first approached her.

That's it.

What's done is done, you have to get used to it.

Fingertips fall.

The Iron Triangle appeared on the screen.

After exchanging pleasantries with Wu Xie and Fatty, the phone was naturally handed over to Zhang Qilan.

Shen Mingchao reached out to greet him, inquired about his health, and also mentioned his own situation.

But the handsome face on the screen just stared at her quietly.

His eyes weren't cold.

There was no sense of oppression.

She felt that Zhang Qilin's expression was more resentful than resentful, probably not because of what had happened.

Do you resent it?

What is there to resent about her? Was she someone who started something and then abandoned it?

She shook her head, trying to shake off the absurd idea. How could Lu Zhishen possibly bury flowers and weep over fallen petals?

It really works.

Zhang Qilan opened his mouth and asked, "You didn't take me with you?"

Brother, you're still not awake, how am I supposed to take care of you?

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but upon meeting Zhang Qilin's gaze, Shen Mingchao swallowed them back. Having taken advantage of someone in the spatial realm, it would be somewhat inappropriate to claim he couldn't take them with him now.

The key point is that she didn't expect Zhang Qilan to care about this.

She just went to take an exam; she didn't really abandon him. Are we really going to meet in just a few days?

Shen Mingchao couldn't understand it.

same.

Zhang Qilin couldn't figure it out either.

Waking up and not seeing Shen Mingchao, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out, a strong sense of emptiness washing over him. A voice deep inside him kept urging him on, telling him that only by finding that familiar figure could the emptiness be filled.

Having lived for a hundred years, this is the first time I've felt this way.

The only certainty is that this was not a voluntary need of his, but more like a physiological conditioned reflex.

He doesn't understand.

Is this a normal reaction after experiencing personnel changes?

Something just doesn't feel right.

Due to his personality, even if Zhang Qilan couldn't understand it, he wouldn't ask about such a private matter.

Therefore, he is currently unaware that this situation actually has a specific term: withdrawal symptoms.

It varies from person to person.

Unfortunately, he encountered the highest level.

To put it more simply, Shen Mingchao's actions were too traumatic for him, and he wasn't given a gradual process to adjust and adapt.

This put him on the verge of losing control, but his reason forcibly suppressed his out-of-control emotions, ultimately turning him into a block of wood.

Fortunately, the girl in the video is a kindred spirit.

Even if they didn't know the inner turmoil of Zhang Qilin, they could roughly guess what the other person was thinking.

Don't forget, she also has a cheat code—teleportation.

I didn't need to use it before when I went back to Beijing because it was too energy-intensive and unnecessary. Now, I just can't control my man.

Tsk.

Ultimately, beauty can be a deceiving force.

But it wouldn't hurt to coax her a little, since she's kind-hearted.

In the blink of an eye, the two places switched, and Shen Mingchao appeared directly in front of Zhang Qilin, falling into the man's arms.

"Just say you miss me. I can't always guess your micro-expressions accurately," she said reproachfully.

Zhang Qilin was surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered and hugged the person tighter. Feeling the familiar scent, he smiled slightly and hummed in the person's ear.