After glancing down at the fake tomb that had yet to be unearthed, Lin Qianqian couldn't help snorting. Then, as if she were holding up a trophy, she cradled the excavated porcelain bottle, straightened up, and strode off to inspect her defeated opponents with the air of a victor.
Lin Qianqian had already decided what to do. She wouldn't say a word. Silent mockery was the best way to break someone's will. She wouldn't just kill Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui; she would torture them mentally, too.
Kill the body... and destroy the mind!
"Ah-choo!"
Under the eaves, Jiang Cheng sneezed loudly.
"Are you all right, Brother Jiang? Did you catch a cold from wearing yourself out?" Yao Shunyu reacted even more eagerly than the Fatty. As he spoke, he started taking off his coat to put it on Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng waved him off. "I'm fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, a long-missed figure appeared at the courtyard gate. Lin Qianqian strode toward them with her head held high, the porcelain bottle in her hands. Her eyes were haughty, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her steps fell into a confident rhythm as she advanced with unstoppable momentum.
Once Lin Qianqian drew near, everyone's eyes focused on the porcelain bottle in her hands. When they saw the broken yellow talisman on it, their expressions became quite something.
Yao Shunyu, in particular, clenched his fingers in excitement, his breathing quickening.
But to Lin Qianqian, the scene seemed to mean something entirely different. She assumed they were nervous because their scheme had been exposed. What pleased her most were Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui's expressions.
The former was pretending to stay calm, but Lin Qianqian, who knew all about such things, understood that he was only