From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"But... we can't understand the words on it. What do they mean?" Mr. Ba looked at the words on the gold paper. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary thing. Could it be a contract to sell one's body?

"What are you thinking about? Although you have some skills, I don't want it even if you sell it to me or give me the treasure." Mo Jiu looked at the thoughts on Mr. Ba's face and rolled his eyes in disgust.

Don’t think that Jiujiu doesn’t understand the thoughts of you weak people just because he was born not long ago. Isn’t he just like the Beast Clan who joined the Qilin Clan and sought support?

Jiujiu has heard her father nagging a lot during the tens of thousands of years she was in the egg. She doesn't want weaklings like you to be her subordinates and hold her back.

If Jiujiu wants to be a backer, then he can only be a younger brother.

The Eighth Master was silent. Was this young senior thinking too much? He knew his own worth, so how could he be qualified to be the young senior's apprentice?

"Forget it, illiterate. I'll read it to you!" Mo Jiu took the gold paper and began to read with some arrogance.

Zhang Qiling looked at him like that, with an expression of "How can you be so stupid?" and his mouth twitched slightly. Is it possible that there is no such word in the world? Jiujiu.

But they don't tear down Xiao Qilin's stage. They don't understand. These people are indeed illiterate.

"This is the contract. I will help you save people, but you cannot reveal anything about me and my little brother. If you violate the contract, you will be punished by thunder and killed, and your descendants will be haunted by karma."

At this point, Mo Jiu came up to Master Ba, narrowed his eyes into crescents, and looked at him with a smile, "Little Taoist, do you know the law of cause and effect?"

The Eighth Master was startled by his sudden attack and quickly closed his eyes, "Young Senior, I know, I know. If you are entangled in karma, your descendants will not have a good end."

Zhang Rishan and Yin Xingyue looked at each other in confusion. Is this really something that exists in the world?

Zhang Rishan couldn't tell whether it was true or not. The Zhang family itself was a mysterious existence, and their longevity was one of the evidences.

However, Yin Xingyue felt that this young senior was trying to scare them. Having received foreign education, she did not accept such things as gods, demons, and monsters. Although after coming to the Zhang family, many things broke her common sense.

"Don't worry, young senior. Rishan and his men will keep everything about this place a secret." Zhang Rishan said with a bow.

Mo Jiu threw the gold paper back to Zhang Rishan, with his hands behind his back, "Then you drop your blood and go up to sign!"

"Oh! That's right!" Just as he was about to go back to Zhang Qiling, Mo Jiu suddenly thought of something and ran back, "In addition to this, you are also responsible for taking us to the place where he had the accident."

"Ah?" Master Ba was stunned. Taking two ancestors out?

The Eighth Master looked up at Zhang Qiling who was sitting in the upper seat, and seeing that he had no expression on his face and did not refute, he decided to listen to what the young senior said.

I couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. Okay! I went out and invited two true gods back! The Buddha will have a headache.

"Young senior, you want to go back with us? What about the clan leader?" Zhang Rishan looked at the one sitting high with some hesitation. There was chaos outside and smoke of war everywhere. If the young senior, a child, goes out with us, something bad might happen if he is not kept under close watch. Will the clan leader be at ease?

"Little brother is with me, he will protect me, you don't need to worry." Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Rishan with disdain. If he could reveal his strength, he would let this man with two-legged Qilin bloodline see how powerful he is.

Zhang Rishan looked at Zhang Qiling again for some unknown reason. His cold face softened slightly, and there was an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, which showed that he approved of and condoned Mo Jiu's words.

Is this young senior really the clan leader's biological brother? His Qilin blood is so strong that he has always felt a natural sense of oppression. If so, how strong is the clan leader's Qilin blood?

"As long as we can save Master Buddha, Rishan is willing to protect the clan leader and the young senior to the Qingwuzi tomb, but that Qing..."

"You don't need to worry about this!" Mo Jiu waved his hand. Who is he? The grandson of the first Qilin, the little prince of the Qilin clan, his travels are auspicious, all evil retreat, no dirty thing dares to approach him.

Mo Jiu was annoyed that they were too slow, so he cut a wound on the fingers of four of them and dripped their blood onto the gold paper.

Four drops of bright red blood fell on the gold paper, which turned into a golden light that blinded them so much that they could not open their eyes. They had to shield their eyes with their hands.

As the golden light faded, Mr. Ba and his companions felt as if there was a restraint in their minds. They wanted to say something, but were shocked by a thunder, and fear emerged in their hearts.

Could such a mysterious method be possible by a god on earth?

Zhang Qiling looked at the wounds on the four people's fingers and rubbed them with his right fingers. This familiar method made him feel itchy.

"It's done!"

Mo Jiu ran up excitedly, patted Zhang Qishan on the shoulder, and then ran to Zhang Qiling.

"Brother, let's go! We can go out and play!"

Zhang Qiling looked at his excited expression and rubbed his head, "Tomorrow morning."

It’s getting late now and we still need to pack up.

Mo Jiu's smile suddenly collapsed, "Okay!"

Zhang Qiling was somewhat helpless about his change of expression. Although he had not been out for a long time, he still understood this. If he was alone, sleeping in the open air, as long as he was alive, that was enough.

But with Mo Jiu around, he still wanted Mo Jiu to live a happier life. He would take care of whatever happened.

"Qishan, you're awake."

"Lord Buddha."

The three people on the other side were surprised to see that he woke up after being patted by Mo Jiu, but also felt it was a bit dramatic. Is it that simple?

"Where is this?" Zhang Qishan opened his eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar environment, and asked hesitantly.

"This is the Zhang family in the Northeast. The three of us will take you back here to ask for help from the clan leader and the young senior." Yin Xingyue said as she looked up at the upper seat, but there was no one there. She was shocked. Where is the person?

"Eighth Master, where are the people?" Zhang Rishan asked.

Mr. Ba was wiping the cold sweat from his head. Gang Mojiu and Zhang Qiling suddenly disappeared before his eyes, and he was scared out of his wits.

He swore that he would stay away from the Zhang family when he returned. In this mysterious and dilapidated Zhang family, with such a courtyard and two strange people appearing, he even suspected that he was no longer in this world.

"Um...your clan leader said that he would disappear tomorrow morning, and then...he disappeared with the young senior."

"Let's go!" Zhang Qishan's face changed drastically when he heard that this was the Zhang family in Northeast China.

He struggled weakly to stand up from the seat.

"Qishan."

"Lord Buddha."