Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Lemon duck, beer fish, taro braised pork... After much research, Fatty decided to follow local customs and cook local specialties with Chef Zhang.

After a busy day, everyone was exhausted and desperately needed a good meal to restore their energy.

And with good food comes good wine.

Shen Mingchao had stockpiled quite a lot in his space. When he took out bottle after bottle, the fat man's eyes widened, his face flushed, and he kept clamoring to drink to his heart's content.

"Alright, let's drink until we drop." Shen Mingchao readily agreed.

"Huh?" The fat man's smile froze; he hadn't expected Shen Mingchao to react this way.

He had heard that this girl had a very low alcohol tolerance and would get drunk after just a sip of alcohol. She had also caused quite a few embarrassing incidents in the past, so everyone usually assumed that she didn't drink.

"Snap!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Shen Mingchao deftly opened a bottle of wine, tilted it, and poured the wine into the glass with a splash. He didn't seem to be joking.

But as soon as the glass was filled, someone took it away.

Black Bear smiled casually, raised his glass in a gesture of respect: "Since you poured it, I'll shamelessly accept it without being polite. Thank you all, I'll drink this first as a sign of respect."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp. The spicy, burning sensation of the liquor slid down his throat without changing his expression. He placed the empty glass on the table with a soft thud.

Looking at the smiling Black Bear, Shen Mingchao felt helpless. This guy had finally come up with a clue at this moment.

However, she also knew that if it wasn't Hei Xiazi who took the wine glass, it would have been someone else.

In the blink of an eye, all the empty wine glasses on the table found their owners and were silently taken away, not even the wine on the table was spared.

Someone else came and took the wine bottle from her hand.

Li Cu was one of the former victims.

She used force, and seeing that she couldn't overpower her, Li Chu changed tactics and began to patiently persuade her:

"Ming Dynasty, it's not that I'm being nosy, but you get drunk after just a sip of alcohol. You might be allergic to alcohol, there's no need to push yourself. Getting drunk will only make you feel bad, it's not worth it."

"Yes, yes, yes." The second victim, Su Wan, nodded repeatedly and chimed in, "Mingchao, I'm not a good drinker either, let's sit at that table together, I think this Qingbuliang looks delicious."

The table Su Wan pointed to was the so-called "kids' table," where people who couldn't drink alcohol were seated. It had men, women, young and old, and tea and beverages on it.

"The alcohol really wasn't very good; it was pungent and spicy." This statement came from victim number three, Yang Hao, and it was completely unconvincing, as he himself was a heavy drinker.

It seems that her drunken exploits are indeed deeply ingrained in people's minds; as soon as they hear that she wants to drink, they all look on with alarm.

Shen Mingchao was both annoyed and amused.

But she was determined to stick to her guns: "Don't forget where this wine came from. If I want to drink it, you can't stop me."

Everyone understood.

If you ask how much wine she has stored in her space, she can only say that what she has taken out now is just a drop in the ocean.

Seeing that everyone's expressions were becoming more serious, Shen Mingchao couldn't keep up the act any longer and burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, to tell you the truth, I won't get drunk that quickly now."

She has a cheat code.

Drink if you want. You're immune to everything now; alcohol is nothing. I won't let you get drunk.

Despite Shen Mingchao's words, the crowd remained skeptical but did not object further.

There was no use in trying to stop them; Shen Mingchao's meaning was quite clear.

It's better to let her drink openly under their noses than to let her drink it secretly. That way, if any problems arise, there will be time to deal with them.

At first, everyone was quite reserved, and the number of times they offered a toast was pitifully small.

Seeing that Shen Mingchao had taken a few sips without blushing and was very clear-headed, they realized that what Shen Mingchao said was true, and gradually they let loose.

After a few rounds of drinks, they discovered a terrifying truth.

Those at the table who couldn't hold their liquor were already slumped over the table, unconscious.

But Shen Mingchao remained steadfast.

Everyone was completely baffled. They had clearly never been allowed to drink alcohol before, but now they drank it like water.

From getting drunk after just a sip of alcohol to being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, these are two completely opposite extremes.

The drunken man in the vest danced excitedly, chasing after Shen Mingchao for the secret to increasing his alcohol tolerance.

Shen Mingchao smiled and said only two words: "Secret."

"Heh." Black Bear blushed for once and sighed softly, "You even have to personally eliminate the weakness of poor alcohol tolerance. You really don't give me any chance of winning."

Wu Xie, barely managing to stay conscious, replied, "No wonder you said you wanted to drink. Are you planning to drink us all under the table?"

Shen Mingchao shook his head: "Not entirely."

"So you've got something on your mind?" The alcohol was making Wu Xie a little tipsy, and he slurred his words, "What's troubling you so much? Why don't you tell us, and we can give you some advice?"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

This question has been on everyone's mind for a long time. They've wanted to ask it for a while, but haven't had the right opportunity yet.

Now Wu Xie has exposed it.

There was no response to her questions. Shen Mingchao took a small sip of her wine, torn between whether to have a frank talk or wait until she had thought it through before telling them.

But before I could come to a conclusion, the voice in my mind suddenly rang out, delivering bad news.

This person is nearing the end of their life.

Startled by the interruption of his thoughts, Shen Mingchao was taken aback.

[Who are you talking about?]

Wu Xie has serious lung problems.

Hearing this, Shen Mingchao wasn't too surprised. She knew the original plot, but Wu Xie hadn't shown any symptoms, so she assumed it was because of her own role as a variable.

Since the other party has brought it up, let's put aside this dilemma for now; Wu Xie's life is more important.

[He had contact with me before, and I treated him, so how could his condition still be so serious?]

That healing power was far from enough; if it weren't for the Qilin's Blood within him constantly "compensating" for his damaged lung function, he would have died long ago. But the Qilin's Blood's medicinal effects were almost worn off.

Recalling the plot, Shen Mingchao's expression turned serious.

[So what should he do? Does he still have to go to Thunder City to soak in that coffin liquid?]

It doesn't need to be that complicated.

As soon as she finished speaking, a flood of new knowledge rushed into Shen Mingchao's mind. She frowned and slowly digested this sudden information.

After a long while, she let out a long sigh of relief.

She already knew how to do it.

Shen Mingchao raised his head and stared intently at Wu Xie. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, making Wu Xie's heart tighten inexplicably.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wu Xie tried to force a smile, but his tone betrayed his unease.

"Young Master, after we get back, I'll go to the hospital with you first."

If they are completely unrelated.

But Wu Xie knew that Shen Mingchao wouldn't lie, and he sobered up considerably in an instant.

"What does this mean?"

Seeing that Wu Xie's smile had completely faded, and that everyone at the table who was still sober looked over solemnly, Shen Mingchao gave a reassuring smile.

"Don't be so nervous, it's nothing serious."