Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

Ever since they learned that Little Brother's blood can repel insects and has a very strong effect, Little Brother was used as a blood jar by the Zhang family and taken to the tomb to be bled out to ward off insects.

Qinghuai looked at all this with some despair and helplessness. Due to the continuous bloodletting, the figure of the little brother was getting thinner and thinner. Although he was already ten years old, he looked even thinner and weaker than an eight-year-old child.

Only then did Qinghuai learn that many children with invisible unicorn blood were used as blood jars for bleeding. There were many such children in the Zhang family, and many of them died.

Qinghuai looked at the little brother who was malnourished and stunted. He felt pain in his heart, as if there was a thousand kilograms of weight pressing on his chest, and a sense of suffocation came over him. Only then did he truly understand that when he first met, the child Why is my brother covered in scars and his eyes as calm as water, as if his heart does not exist in this world.

Soon the scene around him flashed by, and he saw a young man wearing brand new clothes sitting cross-legged on the snow. He stared into the distance intently, with a different kind of light in his eyes, as if he was silently looking forward to the arrival of something good.

Qinghuai looked at the familiar clothes and couldn't help but be surprised: isn't this the clothes he gave to his brother when they first met?

"Brother, be careful-"

Qinghuai saw a foot suddenly attack the little brother, and couldn't help but remind him. The little brother's face instantly slammed into the white snow, and his body couldn't help resisting.

"It's strange, I learned to resist~" The handsome man's eyes slid over and glanced at the little brother with disdain, his tone revealing a strong sense of displeasure.

"Ruipu, be careful, don't go too far." A man with a slightly handsome appearance reminded him.

Zhang Ruipu smiled nonchalantly and said coldly: "Ruixiang, what are you afraid of? This bastard has a very tough life. He can't die so easily."

Zhang Ruixiang frowned and said calmly: "Did you fail to remember last time, or did Zhang Yecheng not beat him hard enough?!"

"Don't forget that this time we secretly brought him out behind Zhang Yecheng's back. If we go too far, Zhang Yecheng may not be able to explain..."

Zhang Ruipu slightly raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, leaned over and grabbed the little brother's head, looked at him with playful eyes, and teased: "You think this picture is the father of this bastard, otherwise why?" So caring."

When Zhang Ruixiang heard this somewhat outrageous guess, his tone was a little displeased: "Don't call me a bastard, he is one after all..."

At the end of the discussion, Zhang Ruixiang suddenly stopped talking, as if he was weighing how to express himself.

The little brother looked at Zhang Ruipu with cold eyes and pursed his lips tightly.

"Eh~" Zhang Ruipu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with some confusion: "Why do you feel...this bastard seems different?"

"What's different?" The other person looked at the younger brother in confusion. After a moment, he seemed to notice something different and said, "My complexion is much better, and I'm... a little fatter?"

Zhang Ruixiang also noticed the brand new clothes on the little brother, and his eyebrows were wrinkled in confusion, as if he was wondering what was going on.

Qinghuai kept beating Zhang Ruipu beside him, trying to get him to let go of his hands, but to no avail.

"Okay, the things here are almost done. It's time for us to go to the Sizhou City Ancient Tomb to look for that thing." Zhang Ruipu waved his hand, turned around and left.

The other five people followed one after another. Zhang Ruipu snorted and took the little brother away forcefully.

The little brother looked in the direction of the cave and struggled violently. A trace of disgust flashed in Zhang Ruipu's eyes. He put his hand on the back of the little brother's neck and pinched it gently. The little brother suddenly lowered his head weakly.

Qinghuai followed behind him somewhat absentmindedly, his heart full of anguish and pain. It turns out that the little brother didn’t leave without saying goodbye, but was...

Soon, the seven people took the unconscious little brother to the Sizhou City Ancient Tomb and gathered with another member of the Zhang family. There were three young children standing next to that family member.

The tribesman looked at the fainted little brother, looked away indifferently, looked at Zhang Ruixiang and others, and said calmly: "I have brought everyone here, when will we act?"

Zhang Ruipu looked at the three young children. There was no trace of sadness or joy in his voice. He said in a calm tone: "Let's go!"

The little brother stood next to the young children. His figure looked even more slender. Although he was of similar age, he was much smaller.

The Zhang family asked the children to clean passages buried in mud, and even let the little brother enter a narrow passage that adults could not pass, and asked the little brother to find a bronze bell.

"Is it possible that the bell was buried too deep to be found?" Zhang Ruipu speculated to himself.

"Who knows?" another tribesman responded.

While several people were talking, they suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the narrow corridor. The next second, the little brother poked his head out, holding a bronze bell engraved with simple patterns in his hand.

Zhang Ruixiang carefully picked up the bell, making sure not to make a sound. He was shaking with excitement but restrained himself, and said happily: "Finally found it."

"Is this the soul-soothing bell?" Zhang Ruipu looked at the ordinary bell in confusion, as if he couldn't figure out why this was the token of the head of the Zhang family.

"Now that we've found it, let's leave immediately." A tribesman couldn't help but urge, looking around and observing.

"Okay." Zhang Ruixiang thought of the danger of the ancient tombs in Sizhou City and thought it would be better to leave as soon as possible. Anyway, he got the things.

"His-"

Countless poisonous insects suddenly poured out from every corner, including mottled centipedes, red and yellow scorpions, black and white poisonous snakes, purple and black poisonous spiders and blue and red centipedes. People were tightly surrounding him.

A few people with quick eyes and hands grabbed the young children and began to bleed them skillfully. The poisonous people only slightly avoided them but did not give up.

Zhang Ruipu sensed that something was wrong and grabbed the little brother's arm without hesitation. The sharp blade in his hand quickly scratched the little brother's wrist, with scarlet blood splattering out.

Zhang Ruipu never noticed that he accidentally touched the bronze bell, and the crisp sound of the bell rang melodiously. However, this weak sound was drowned by the noise of the poison, making it impossible to detect.

The moment the little brother bleeds, the poisonous creatures move away like crazy, as if they have encountered something terrible.

Seeing that it was useful, Zhang Ruipu quickly left a scar on the little brother's wrist, and blood continued to drip on the ground.

Looking at the two terrible wounds on the little brother's wrist, Qinghuai rolled up his sleeves and stretched them out in front of Zhang Ruipu, crying: "You can't let me go any more, I will die. You use mine." The blood is better~"

Suddenly these people shook their heads in a daze, and the next second there was a scene of them fighting each other. The ferocious expressions made people shudder. After Zhang Yecheng learned that his brother was taken away, he immediately thought of this and hurried over. I happened to witness this miserable scene.

Zhang Yecheng joined the melee and tried to stop it. He controlled Zhang Ruixiang and shouted: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yecheng didn't notice the sharp blade behind him for a while. At the critical moment, he reacted in time and quickly dodged. The sharp blade barely grazed his arm. Zhang Yecheng covered the wound on his arm and looked at the scene in front of him with some confusion.

Zhang Yecheng's pupils suddenly dilated when he saw the bronze bell on Zhang Ruixiang's waist. When he heard the sound of the bell in his ears, he suddenly felt that his body was out of control and he actually joined in.

Soon the entire Sizhou City ancient tombs were littered with corpses, except for the little brother who had lost too much blood and was lying on the ground breathing hard——