From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

The young man couldn't do anything about Mo Jiu who was pretending to be unconscious. He looked at the wind and sand that were blowing all around with his goggles on, and walked forward silently, carrying one and dragging two.

Mo Jiu rested his chin on the young man's shoulder, his left eye slightly opened, looking at the young man in front of him.

"Hey! Dumb, you got quite a harvest! You picked up three."

Just as Mo Jiu was fascinated by the scene, a familiar sound of someone speaking came into his ears, and Mo Jiu immediately closed his eyes.

Hei Xia Zi walked closer to the young man, looked at the person he was carrying, then looked at Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie who were being dragged on the ground, feeling a little surprised.

This dumb Zhang has always valued Wuxie, so why would he carry a stranger and drag Wuxie with him?

But Hei Xia Zi didn't ask any questions. He helped Xie Yuchen up and carried him on his back. He also kindly helped the young man share the burden of Wuxie's other leg.

The two men each carried a person on their backs, and they dragged Wuxie side by side on the sand. Both men were very strong, and Wuxie, who weighed nearly 180 kilograms, was dragged very quickly by them.

Hei Xia Zi walked beside the young man, turning his head from time to time to look at Mo Jiu, who was so dirty that his appearance was unrecognizable. He also looked at his clothes, even though they were tattered, one could see that they were once gorgeous and had an ancient style.

Hei Xiazi raised an eyebrow at the young man, "Know him?"

The young man shook his head.

Hei Xia Zi stared at the little movements of Mo Jiu's eyeballs under his eyelids and grinned. It was really interesting. The people who sneaked in this time really came from various forces. I wonder which side this person who obviously appeared in the middle belongs to?

He didn't even cover it up. Wasn't he afraid that others would know that his identity was questionable? The people there weren't that stupid, were they?

Hei Xia Zi quietly made a few gestures to the young man, asking him if he had checked.

The young man understood what he was asking and shook his head, but after a pause, he replied to Hei Xiazi: "It's not this."

Although the young man didn't know Mo Jiu's identity, he had a feeling in his heart telling him that the person he was carrying would not hurt him.

When Wuxie woke up, he felt himself being dragged. He kicked his feet to indicate that he was awake.

"Wuxie." The two brothers stopped and turned to look at him.

"Little brother." Wu Xie's eyes were blown by the wind and sand, and he could not open them completely. He vaguely saw the little brother carrying a person standing in front of him. He complained in his heart: Who is this person? How can he let the little brother carry him and drag himself? Xiaohua?

"How is Xiaohua?" Wuxie asked.

"Here!" Hei Xia Zi shook his shoulder and motioned Wu Xie to look over.

Wu Xie saw Xie Yuchen unconscious and jumped up from the sand in shock. His weak body could not stand steadily, so the young man reached out and helped him up.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua." Wuxie reached out and touched Xie Yuchen's forehead. It was hot, so he had a fever.

"Let's go back to the camp first." Hei Xia Zi said when he saw his anxious look.

“Then hurry up.” Wuxie said and walked forward by himself. The young man was worried and reached out to support him.

Only then did Wuxie realize that the young man was carrying an unfamiliar person on his back.

"Brother, who is this person?"

Wu Xie stared at Mo Jiu, whose hair was disheveled and whose body was extremely dirty, and asked, "Is he a woman?"

"Ahem!" Hei Xia Zi couldn't help but choke with laughter when he thought about the meeting between the Third Master and Xie Yuchen some time ago!

"A man." The young man pursed his lips lightly. He felt Mo Jiu's little feet move.

"Ah!" Wuxie felt like he was kicked in the butt and he fell forward directly, and the young man couldn't hold him back.

"Black Glasses, did you kick me?" Wuxie grimaced in pain, rubbed his butt, climbed up, and yelled at Hei Xia Zi angrily.

Hei Xiazi pulled out a hand and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"If it wasn't you, who else could it be? I would never do such a wicked thing."

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!" Wuxie covered his forehead where he was hit, but this time he still didn't see anyone attack him. However, Hei Xia Zi was standing in front of him. He was frightened and ran to hide beside the young man.

The pair of clear and cute big eyes stared at the surroundings, Wuxie held the brother's arms tightly with both hands, "Brother, did you see it? Is... is there a ghost?"

"Where did the ghost come from in broad daylight? Young Master San hasn't fully woken up from his fainting yet, right?" Hei Xia Zi glanced at Mo Jiu on the young man's back with a playful smile on his face.

"Then how did I get beaten?"

The young man turned his head to look at the little face on his shoulder, and just happened to see the mischievous curve at the corner of Mo Jiu's dirty little face.

"Hallucination, go."

For some reason the young man didn't expose Mo Jiu, but just told him to hurry up and get on with his journey.

Wuxie touched his head, looked at Heixiazi suspiciously, and continued walking towards the camp with a lot of question marks in his mind.

Xiaohua has a fever, go back for treatment first. This must be related to Black Glasses. The guy said it must be hallucination because it is difficult to investigate now, don't let him catch Black Glasses. Humph!