From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

The young man covered his head with his hands, his face full of pain. Scenes flashed in his mind, some familiar, some unfamiliar, but he just watched them quietly like a passerby.

Until a beautiful woman whose only sound was her breathing appeared, the young man seemed to have thought of her identity, and a hint of sadness flashed in his clear and calm eyes.

"Mom." The voice was very soft.

Zhang Qiling raised his head and looked at him quietly. There was pain, sadness, and despair, but he did not feel hatred towards the young man.

He seemed to have let go of the hurt and tragedy he had endured.

Silent and reserved, kind and compassionate, calm and wise, lonely and tenacious. This is what Zhang Qiling saw in himself, who had experienced a hundred years of hardships.

Similar to himself, but also different. With Xiaojiu in his life, his life is not lonely, nor is it vicissitudes of time.

When Mo Jiu and the bruised Hei Xia Zi returned to the living room, the young man also received his lost memories, as well as the secret guarded by the head of the Zhang family.

Hei Xia Zi was beaten up by Mo Jiu, and his whole body ached, but it was so good that he wanted to be beaten again. Now, not only was the magic weapon on his back broken, but he also felt like his meridians were opened up, and his overall skills felt better.

If you had told me earlier that being beaten would have its benefits, the blind man would have cooperated obediently.

"Dumb, you were beaten too?" Hei Xia Zi, with a bruised face, came close to the young man and stared at his face with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Xiaoguan won't hit people randomly, and I'm not like you who are irritable and easy to get beaten." Mo Jiu snorted in dissatisfaction, ran to Zhang Qiling and sat down next to him.

"Brother Xiaoguan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Qiling reached out and held his hand, and felt relieved when she didn't see any bleeding.

Mo Jiu muttered in his heart: Brother Xiaoguan cares too much about me. Xiaojiu is a Qilin and has a strong body. How could he hurt his hand!

"He received the lost memories."

There was a trace of bewilderment in Mo Jiu's eyes. "Who messed with my brother's memory? Xiao Jiu, go beat it up. And what about Xiao Zhang and the others? They didn't protect me."

Zhang Qiling was silent for a moment. In this world, the Zhang family only had Zhang Qiling, the last patriarch!

"The dumb Zhang family only has him as the last patriarch left!" Hei Xiazi said with a hint of sarcasm. He obviously looked down on the behavior of the other surviving members of the Zhang family.

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, unable to react. Why was the development of this world different from that of Zhang Qiling? Aren't all people the same?

The young man lowered his head and remained silent.

"Zhang Haike, Zhang Ruijin, Zhang Haiqi, Zhang Xiaoshe, Zhang Haixia, Zhang Haiyan... are all dead?" Mo Jiu was full of surprise. Are the little Zhangs in this world doing so miserably?

Hei Xiazi smiled and said, "I don't know whether they are dead or not, but in recent years, every time the mute loses his memory, the blind man goes to pick them up. The mute has been imprisoned for twenty years and used for human experiments, but they have never appeared. I guess they are all dead! Those who are not dead have left the Zhang family."

At this point, Hei Xia Zi leaned over to Mo Jiu and looked at his cheeks that were puffed up with anger. "Xiao Jiu! This mute is so stupid. He has suffered so much harm, but he doesn't bear grudges at all. I don't know if he has forgotten because of amnesia or he doesn't care anymore."

"Human experiment." Mo Jiu gritted his teeth and swallowed these four words gloomily. He looked angry, just like when Zhang Qiling was injured that year.

Zhang Qiling looked at the young man with a complicated look in his cold eyes.

He had traveled around with Mo Jiu to help China, which was invaded by war. Naturally, he knew how tragic it was for those who were subjected to human experiments.

Zhang Qiling held Mo Jiu's hand under the table.

"It's all over." The young man looked at Mo Jiu and said calmly.