Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

In the afternoon, Zhang Xiaoshe and his men met them at the village entrance.

The clan chief and his entourage arrived two days later than agreed.

According to Zhang Haike, they encountered torrential rain and a landslide, and also had a car accident on the mountain road. Although there were no casualties, they went to the hospital for a check-up just in case.

That's how two days were wasted.

He was shocked to hear this and couldn't help but say, "You guys are so unlucky! Didn't you check the almanac before you left home? I remember there was a member of the Qi family in your group who was an extremely accurate fortune teller!"

Zhang Haike was clearly taken aback by his words, and calmly retorted, "It has nothing to do with bad luck, it's probably just a warning shot to us."

Zhang Xiaoshe was even more shocked: "You mean someone can remotely control celestial phenomena, summon wind and rain, and intercept people halfway through their path?"

Zhang Haike scoffed, "What's so surprising? Before you became a member of the Zhang family, didn't you also not believe in immortality? Aren't there plenty of inexplicable strange things in this world?"

"That's true..." Zhang Xiaoshe sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I've been inside the Blind Tomb and met that ghostly thing. Dealing with someone as unpredictable as that is no easy task."

Zhang Haike's words carried a strong sense of resolve.

Just then, the roar of vehicles approaching from afar pulled Zhang Xiaoshe back to reality.

The vehicles stopped in an orderly fashion, and the once desolate wilderness was instantly filled with people, a huge crowd.

Zhang Haike's words still echoed in my ears.

A highly capable person with extraordinary connections?

Zhang Xiaoshe had an answer in his heart.

Although he was far from home, he had heard about certain things concerning the Zhang family.

It is indeed a more awe-inspiring existence than immortality.

Zhang Xiaoshe couldn't help but feel curious.

My gaze swept across the crowd, and the girl in the Buddhist temple stood out immediately.

With one head, two hands, and two feet, she looked no different from an ordinary person. The most special thing about her was that she was exceptionally beautiful.

"Feed—"

A sharp shout rang in my ears.

Zhang Xiaoshe shivered and glanced sideways at Zhang Haiyan's ambiguous smile.

"What are you looking at? You're so lost in thought. Zhang Haike called you and you didn't even respond. Don't you think you're taking us seriously?"

Zhang Haiyan raised his hand and patted Zhang Xiaoshe's shoulder lightly, whispering in his ear, "For the sake of being from the same clan, I'll give you a friendly reminder: don't look around, or you might hurt your eyes~"

The tone became increasingly harsh as he spoke.

It was nothing short of the whispers of a demon.

Zhang Xiaoshe wasn't stupid; he understood the unspoken message and quickly distanced himself: "Don't get me involved."

Zhang Haiyan gave a wicked smile, thinking to himself: I haven't even made it onto the list yet, and I have to eliminate some unsafe factors.

Unable to enter the woods, Zhang Xiaoshe suppressed his curiosity and obediently acted as a guide, leading the way from the front.

Shen Mingchao followed the group along the dirt road, the earthy smell of rain filling his nostrils. All he could see were waist-high weeds. He thought to himself, "Won't we be devoured by mosquitoes in a place like this?"

After walking for a short while, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A village nestled in the mountains comes into view. Earthen houses and wooden dwellings are scattered about, with winding paths connecting them. Crops hang to dry under the eaves, lush green vines climb the walls, new shoots sprout from the fields, and wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys.

This place was desolate, yet it was full of life. This vibrant scene reminded Shen Mingchao of the Peach Blossom Spring.

"Chief, this area is all empty houses. We have cleaned it up. You can allocate them as you wish."

Zhang Xiaoshe waved his hand respectfully.

Zhang Qiyu nodded slightly, then suddenly turned his gaze to Shen Mingchao beside him.

The meaning is obvious.

Shen Mingchao immediately understood: "Let me choose first?"

"Um."

She looked around; the houses were all pretty much the same. Not wanting to make anything special, she waved her hand and said, "Whatever, I don't care which one I stay in. I'm not picky."

The moment he finished speaking, he was immediately proven wrong.

It was all her fault for having such sharp eyes; she spotted a small, round, stray dog ​​walking out of a house. Perhaps it saw the strangers, because it barked at them a few times.

"Woof~ woof~"

Shen Mingchao covered his face with a doting smile, so cute it melted my heart.

He crouched down, patted the dog's head, and casually took out a can of dog food from his spatial storage, just as he was about to feed it, when someone stopped him.

"This puppy looks to be less than a month old and hasn't been weaned yet, so it can't eat hard food."

These words sound very authoritative coming from Wu Xie.

Shen Mingchao nodded seriously, put the dog food can back into his spatial storage, and then took out another item: "It's okay, I also have goat milk powder."

"...What kind of random stuff have you hoarded?" Wu Xie's expression was indescribable as he posed this probing question.

"There are many."

Shen Mingchao replied matter-of-factly, "With ample funds, of course the more the merrier! Don't you want to enjoy a Manchu Han Imperial Feast deep in the mountains?"

good question.

Few can resist the temptation of oral sex.

"Need I say more? Of course I do!" The fat man jumped out, patting his chest and saying, "Mingchao, you just take the ingredients, and leave the rest to me!"

Shen Mingchao gave an OK sign.

The two hit it off immediately, asked each other where the kitchen was, and then walked towards it together, chatting and laughing.

Then, Zhang Qianjun considerately closed Zhang Xiaoshe's chin, saying, "Your chin is almost dragging on the ground."

"No...she..." Zhang Xiaoshe stammered, gesturing incoherently. He couldn't believe he'd seen something out of thin air, could he?

Zhang Qianjun said calmly, "Don't be surprised, this is normal, you'll get used to it."

Zhang Haike chimed in, "Thanks to us, you'll be able to enjoy a Manchu Han Imperial Feast tonight."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoshe lost all his strength.

Having witnessed it all, he was amazed and convinced that this person truly possessed extraordinary abilities.