Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

On the occasion of the solemn sacrificial day, everyone devoutly offered sacrifices to the sacred tree, knelt down and respectfully invited the clan leader to leave.

The elder stood on the high platform, overlooking the crowd and said slowly: "Kneel down, patriarch——"

"Wow--"

There was a sound of kneeling around the altar, but Zhang Jin stood alone, staring at the people on the high platform with no emotion on their faces.

Zhang Qing, the patriarch of the clan on the side, looked at Zhang Jin with a surprised look on his face and said softly: "Zhang Jin, what are you doing? Kneel down quickly!"

The elder glanced at the two of them casually, as if he didn't care at all. He continued to preside over: "Sacrifice——"

Zhang Jin raised his hands and shouted: "Slow down!"

Zhang Qing's expression was very solemn. He looked at Zhang Jin and said coldly: "Zhang Jin, step back!"

"I have something to say." Zhang Jin ignored Zhang Qing and continued to talk to himself: "It's time to end this ridiculous farce!"

The patriarch heard this with a calm expression on his face, his eyes were as cold as water as he stared at Zhang Jin, and slowly asked: "Zhang Jin, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Jin took a big step forward, with a hint of madness in his expression and behavior. He raised his arms and let out a burst of sarcastic laughter: "This sacrifice to heaven and immortality are just a scam! Thousands of years. The Zhang family has put in so much effort for the so-called longevity, but it is just empty talk, and they are pursuing a fantasy that does not exist at all!"

Zhang Qing waved his hand and interrupted: "Zhang Jin! Are you afraid you are crazy? Come on, take him down quickly!"

"Ha~" Zhang Jin glanced at Zhang Qing with disdain, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of silent ridicule: "You can try and see who you can instruct today! On the day of the Zhang family's sacrifice to heaven, everyone inside and outside You are not allowed to carry weapons privately, and there is probably no one you can command outside the field."

"You -" Zhang Qing pointed at Zhang Jin with trembling fingers, his face full of anger, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

The clan leader stood with his right hand behind his back. He looked at Zhang Jin quietly and said calmly: "Zhang Qing! Back off. Zhang Jin, please continue."

Zhang Jin looked at the patriarch and said solemnly: "Captain, we need to change. I want a new Zhang family. The Zhang family has been guarding this secret for thousands of years. This so-called immortality not only allows us to have a lifespan far beyond that of ordinary people. What else is there besides an ageless face? Who of you here has actually seen immortality? No."

The elder snorted coldly, looked at Zhang Jin and said impatiently: "Zhang Jin, don't talk nonsense. Isn't the Holy Infant an immortal? Isn't he standing in front of us alive now?"

When Zhang Jin heard this, a sarcastic smile emerged from the corners of his mouth. He looked at the elder and said, "The current Holy Infant is fake."

"Zhang Jin, don't talk nonsense. What evidence do you have?" The elder was furious at this moment, and his voice resounded throughout the altar.

"You have the guts to ask me for evidence, but it's just what I want!" Zhang Jin took out something wrapped in black cloth beside him, opened it and revealed a sarcophagus in front of everyone.

Looking at the sarcophagus, the expressions of several people on the high platform changed. Zhang Qing and other clan leaders and elders looked at Zhang Jin with terrifyingly gloomy expressions.

Zhang Jin held up the sarcophagus and opened the lid. A jade baby corpse appeared in front of everyone. Zhang Jin shouted: "This is the evidence you wanted me to destroy back then. But it has only been a few years. You should still return it." Let’s get to know each other!”

The eyes of everyone in the audience were all attracted by the jade corpse, and for a moment, excited noises echoed through the sky.

Everyone was in an uproar. They obviously didn't know that the clan leaders, elders and patriarchs lied to an ordinary baby as a holy baby and deceived them for eight years.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the little brother, and the gaze focused on him covered all kinds of dark emotions, such as resentment, complaint, etc.

The little brother on the side was in a trance. He looked at the master absentmindedly and murmured: "I'm not the real Holy Infant, so what am I?"

Zhang Jin looked at the little brother and smiled bitterly: "You are not even part of the Zhang family, you are just a scoundrel."

"You stinky durian~ I thought you were a good person~ You big bad guy~ Why do you~ talk about little brother~ Don't talk about little brother." Qinghuai waved his fists and kicked Zhang Jin hard, but his fists and kicks Passed through Zhang Jin's body one after another.

"What did you say~" The little brother slowly walked towards Zhang Jin, looked at him with disbelief and asked: "Why do you say I am a scoundrel?!"

"Zhang Jin, that's enough -" the clan leader protracted, his tone seemed to be tired: "Zhang Jin, no one will believe what you say, say... what exactly do you want to do?!"

Zhang Jin raised his hand and said in a low voice: "It's time for the Zhang family to make some changes. Since ancient times, the Zhang family's generals and ministers have lived in isolation and have the power to change the world but are content with the status quo. The Zhang family is in desperate need of a transformation. , and I want to lead everyone out today and open up a new world for the Zhang family."

The little brother didn't get an answer from the master. He stood there in a daze, as if he didn't understand why the master said he was an evil breed.

Qinghuai gently hugged his little brother in the void and cried: "I'm not my little brother! You are not a bastard. You are a junior official. You are Baima's most precious treasure. Don't listen. Don't listen."

Qinghuai didn't know what evil meant, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

The little brother's eyes lost their former luster, as if his faith had collapsed, and his face was full of disbelief and confusion. He could no longer hear any sounds around him, and there were only two words that kept hovering in his mind.

The patriarch heard Zhang Jin's words and smiled bitterly: "So, you are here to kill me?"

Zhang Jin shook his head, stared at the clan leader and said earnestly: "Patriarch, why do you have to fight to the death? If you voluntarily give up the position of clan leader, then the Zhang family will not have to worry about you in the future."

After hearing this, the clan leader slowly walked down the platform.

A clan member was caught off guard and said in shock: "Zhang Jin, how dare you threaten the clan leader!"

Another tribesman shouted loudly: "I've had enough for a long time. Why should my family members be inferior? How have I ever taken out less things from the tomb than my family members?"

"Zhang Jin, I'll follow you!"

All kinds of curses came one after another, and they were endless...

Zhang Jin looked at everyone with a smile and continued to persuade: "Those who resisted in the past but are now reining in the cliff, I promise to let go of the blame in the future. Everyone, those who understand the current affairs are heroes. Don't be stubborn~"

After Zhang Jin finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the high platform symbolizing the position of the clan leader, spread his hands and shouted: "People of the Zhang family, I -"

Before Zhang Jin could finish his words, a killer suddenly appeared from behind and sealed his throat with a knife. A servant in the crowd stepped forward and knelt in front of the clan leader, lowered his head and said: "Clan Leader, all the archers lurking outside have been killed."

Zhang Qing seemed to sigh with regret: "How can the Zhang family's thousands-year-old foundation be overthrown by a little trick like yours? Naive—"

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly dispersed, and soon only the little brother and Zhang Jin who fell on the ground were left around the altar.

The little brother walked up the steps in despair, staring at Zhang Jin who had completely died, and cried out with sorrow: "Master? Master! Master~~~"

"Didn't you say that you risked your life to save me? But why did you say that I was a scoundrel? Why?"

The little brother slowly sat next to Zhang Jin, staring at the sky with lowered eyes, his eyes were like a dry well with endless emptiness: "Who am I? Who am I... you will never tell me again. …”