Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

What a treacherous and vicious tactic! Let them fight amongst themselves, and then he can reap the benefits.

We can't let him succeed!

Shen Mingchao didn't know why he wasn't affected, and he didn't have time to think about other things. If he didn't do something, the consequences would be unimaginable.

She first sent the few people who could enter the space in, saving as many as possible. Besides, Zhang Qilin was too powerful; if she didn't ban him first, the others wouldn't survive.

During this time, she discovered something.

She was initially on high alert, fearing a sneak attack from Wang Zhi, but Wang Zhi stood motionless, not moving an inch.

This guy can't possibly be that kind.

There is only one possibility: the flapping of an insect's wings is difficult to control, as moving one part affects the whole thing.

He was the key to the formation, and he was also trapped within it.

This is good news; she no longer needs to pay excessive attention to Wang Zhi and can concentrate on thinking of countermeasures.

"ah--"

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly rang out from the corner.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it was Liu Sang.

The man covered his ears with both hands, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and he was rolling on the ground in pain.

Yes, this person has the most sensitive ears, so they will inevitably be most affected.

When she saw Liu Sang banging his head against the ground, she knew she couldn't let it continue.

We must save Liu Sang first!

Having made up her mind, she ran over and forcefully helped Liu Sang up by the waist.

A quick application, and the problem is solved.

Liu Sang simply vanished from the spot.

My lips felt cool, and I couldn't help but wipe them with my hand. My hand was stained with blood, and I could smell the metallic scent of blood.

[Hmph, do you think you can save everyone just because you can save them?]

Shen Mingchao's eyes were dark.

Wang Zhi was right. She could certainly kiss them one by one to let Wu Xie and the others into the space. But what about the others? Fatty, the Zhang family, the Wu family... they were all living, breathing human beings. Could she just watch them kill each other?

We still need to find a workable way to break this deadlock.

Shen Mingchao's mind raced.

Since the sound of insects flapping their wings is misleading everyone, why not kill the insects and solve the problem at its source?

It seems impossible. There are too many insects, and she can't kill them all by herself in a short time; it would also be a waste of time.

Then we should target Wu Xie and his group, making them unable to hear, for example, by having them wear earplugs or headphones.

She has all the necessary items in her storage space, but it's too inefficient and unsafe for her to put them on them one by one by herself. They're not fully conscious, and if they approach rashly, they might be attacked indiscriminately. She's not powerful enough to take on more than 20 people at once.

You're so dense! Think of something else!

Hehehe—

[Isn't he hailed as a genius of the Wang family? In my opinion, he's not that great.]

Do you feel sorry for them? Out of consideration for our past as fellow tribesmen, I'll mercifully give you a choice.

"If you willingly let that adult eat them, I'll let them go, how about that? One person for so many people, you're getting a good deal."

A nameless anger rose within him, and Shen Mingchao bit his lower lip tightly, remaining silent.

She knew that Wang Zhi was using words to provoke her and try to anger her, and that she needed to stay calm, especially in situations like this.

Being impulsive makes it easy to fall into someone else's trap.

However, Wang Zhi's words reminded her that to catch the thief, you must first catch the leader. If you can't kill all the worms, then kill the leader; the result will be the same.

Yes, that works.

Shen Mingchao suddenly understood and had a goal. Holding her curved knife, she no longer hesitated and took three steps at a time, her sharp, cold light heading straight for Wang Zhi.

"bite--"

The crisp sound of swords clashing.

Shen Mingchao's hands were numb from the shock, and what shocked her even more was that the person who blocked her attack was Hei Xiazi!

Hmm... Killing me could definitely break the deadlock.

But can you kill me?

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Zhi casually waved her hand, and the people who were fighting each other turned around and faced her.

[Just a friendly reminder, you can only kill me after you've killed them~]

"Grass!"

I couldn't help but swear.

Using these people as shields, are they sure she won't dare to make a move easily?

Calm down, calm down.

Shen Mingchao frowned as he observed, trying to find a gap in the crowd so he could bypass them and get closer to Wang Zhi.

Several attempts all ended in failure.

She did have some concerns.

Are you still going to struggle? I advise you to give up; it's just a trapped beast's struggle.

"Shut up!"

Shen Mingchao shouted loudly, unable to bear Wang Zhi's repeated provocations any longer. Unexpectedly, after this shout, he discovered an unexpected surprise.

The crowd surrounding her froze for a moment.

Got it!

She figured out how to break the deadlock!

Since Wang Zhi can control things by flapping his wings, she might be able to do the same.

Use the way of the person to treat the person's body.

Having made up her mind, she quickly retreated and broke out of the encirclement.

Wang Zhi was somewhat surprised and asked her if she was about to admit defeat.

She shook her head, took out a speaker from her spatial storage, and said with a smile, "No, I want to show you what a magical clash is all about!"

No longer caring about Wang Zhi, she connected via Bluetooth, opened the music app, and quickly selected a song.

Wang Zhi didn't know what Shen Mingchao was up to, but his intuition told him it wasn't anything good. Just as he was about to manipulate the others to sabotage the operation, a very childish voice rang out.

BabyBus

I bought a ticket, I got up very early, and the BabyBus was almost here...

The group stopped in their tracks instantly.

Seeing that this method was feasible, Shen Mingchao couldn't wait to take out a few more speakers and place one in each of the four directions (east, south, west, and north) to create a surround sound effect.

Dedicated to turning the blind cemetery into a karaoke bar.

The effect is obvious.

The previously vacant eyes of the crowd gradually regained a sliver of consciousness, but their movements were still somewhat stiff.

Not enough? Let's have some more!

The nursery rhymes were too gentle, so she casually picked a very energetic song, which immediately brought the song to a climax.

[You are a mighty and valiant man, lassoing the horse!]

The galloping horse was like a swift wind.

The boundless wilderness is yours to wander.

Your heart is as vast as the sea and the earth.

This song is full of energy! Powerful! Energetic!

What is considered vulgar can also be considered elegant; some people have already come to their senses.

Su Wan blinked, completely bewildered, and muttered, "Am I dreaming? Why did I hear someone singing 'The Lasso'?"

Shen Mingchao nodded in satisfaction.

Excellent, outstanding effect! Keep the music playing and keep dancing!

Change the song to the next one.

The red sun rises in the east, its grand avenue bathed in rosy light.

How fortunate I am to have been born into your embrace, sharing the same bloodline.

Sharing both hardship and happiness, they stood tall and upright.

Our nation's vast territory is bound by an enduring belief in benevolence that has lasted for millennia.

The magnificent music surrounds you 360°, and at this moment the world turns into one color.

--red.

All evil spirits, be banished!

This time, everyone has come to their senses.

The fat man was filled with questions: "Wait, we've been arrested and taken to the police station?"

"Don't ask, the only answer is the sense of security the country provides." Shen Mingchao said calmly, concealing his achievements and fame.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Yes, I was in a wonderful state of mind while writing this chapter. I'll speed up the plot, reveal the heroine's identity soon, and then quickly conquer Thunder City. Okay, that's settled then.