From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

“Ah~ Help!”

Before Hei Xia Zi could figure out whether it was a coincidence, Wu Xie, who was setting up his tent over there, suddenly screamed.

The young man rushed out directly, grabbed Wuxie, who was buried by the collapsed tent, and pulled him out by grabbing his feet.

"Wuxie, are you okay?" Xie Yuchen, who was tidying up his tent, also rushed out. Looking at Wuxie who was pulled out, his face was filled with anxiety and worry.

Hei Xia Zi sat up from the ground, looked at the place where he had just stepped on the sand, then looked at Wu Xie's collapsed tent, silently took out his bank card, but reluctantly put it back.

Coincidence, absolutely a coincidence.

What does Wu Sanxing do have to do with Wujia, the naive young master Sanye? He is just a pawn.

"Wuxie, it's okay that you're not good at fighting, but is it so troublesome to set up a tent?" Aning walked over, looked at the dusty Wuxie with disdain, and pinched her waist with one hand.

"I..." Wuxie was still confused. He had already set up the tent securely! He just needed to tie the tent cloth tightly. But the nail he had driven in suddenly flipped out like something in the sand. The whole tent collapsed without a support pole.

"As long as you're okay, you have to sleep in the same tent with me tonight." Xie Yuchen comforted.

The young man walked to the collapsed tent, squatted down, reached out to pick up the overturned tent pole, looked at the depth of the sand stuck on it, and then reached out to touch the ground with the overturned sand.

"Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?" Aning asked when she saw him like this.

"This sand is loose and has been turned over." The young man said lightly.

Aning frowned slightly and called a few people over, asking them to turn the bottom over.

Wu Laosi took two people with shovels, moved the tent away, and started digging.

Wuxie stood up and looked at them curiously, "Is there something wrong with this place?"

Aning glanced at him and said, "You'll know if you dig it up."

People from all around gathered around, and were also very curious about this place.

Mo Jiu listened to the noisy sound, raised his head and looked around in confusion, but was suddenly attracted by a figure on the sand dunes in the distance.

Hei Xia Zi also followed Mo Jiu's gaze and looked over. The distance was too far, so he couldn't see the visitor's face clearly, but the fluttering sleeves, the long black hair tied up with a Taoist crown, and the gem on the visitor's forehead made him look like a god descending to earth.

Hei Xia Zi didn't know how his eyes were so powerful. Even though the distance between them was so far, he could clearly see the gem on the man's forehead.

"God! It's God!"

An elderly woman spoke in shocked Tibetan, and Dingzhu Zhuoma knelt down directly in the direction of the distant sand dunes.

Zhaxi was stunned and wanted to help his grandmother up, but he was pulled down to kneel down with her.

When Aning and the others heard the noise, they all ran over quickly, "What is she talking about?"

Zhaxi looked in the direction where Dingzhu Zhuoma was kneeling, and he also saw the mysterious man walking towards this side. "My grandmother said that he is a god!"

"Pfft!" Wu Lao Si laughed sarcastically, "How can there be gods in this world? I think this person is wearing ancient costumes, trying to fool your old confused grandma!"

"Don't offend the gods." Dingzhu Zhuoma's face changed. She turned her prayer wheel in her hand and kept muttering something.

"Young man." Wuxie turned his head and looked at the young man with questioning eyes.

The young man looked at the person who came and felt that he was very familiar for some reason.

At this moment, Mo Jiu threw away the small wooden stick in his hand in surprise, shook his long hair tied into a ponytail, and ran straight towards the person who was coming. He was so fast that Hei Xia Zi could only silently stretch out Er Kang's hand, but could not save him.

Next, everyone saw that after Mo Jiu ran towards the mysterious person, the mysterious person, who was obviously still very far away from them, appeared in front of Mo Jiu in the blink of an eye and directly caught Mo Jiu who was rushing towards him.

Everyone was shocked and a trace of fear emerged in their hearts.

"Wow~ Brother Xiaoguan, you finally came to find Xiaojiu. Xiaojiu was so scared alone..."

Zhang Qiling hugged Mo Jiu silently, letting him hug her neck and bury his face in her neck while crying.

"I'm late." Like the sound of cool stream water hitting pebbles, the sound reached everyone's ears, making people feel like a cool breeze blowing.

Wu Laosi, who was about to say something, trembled, knelt down in horror and kowtowed, "God, please don't blame me, I didn't mean to offend you, please don't blame me..."

“There really are gods in this world…” Wuxie was stunned by the young man who was dressed in a black Taoist robe, a jade crown on his head, a magic pearl on his forehead, his cold and exquisite face, his cold and noble temperament, like a god who was high above and could not be teased.

Even Xie Yuchen felt that her appearance, which was admired by the world, paled in comparison to him.

There was a flash of surprise in Hei Xia Zi's eyes, but he looked at the young man's face with some amusement, and then at Zhang Qiling's.

The young man walked silently in front of Zhang Qiling and looked at Mo Jiu's back, "Who are you?"