From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"Crack!"

Mo Jiu pulled out the big golden scissors again, and with a bright smile on his little face and a little bit of mischief, he demonstrated the power of the big golden scissors to the people in the Nine Gates.

With a cut of the scissors, a piece of ore next to it broke into two halves, revealing the iron ore inside.

"Da da."

Several footsteps were heard at the same time, and the Zhang family's personal soldiers and other people from the Nine Gates retreated behind Zhang Qishan.

This little ancestor was invited back by Lord Zhang Dafo, so let him deal with it. These minions should just stay away.

Black and White Impermanence looked at the new soul huddled in the corner of the tomb passage and felt like crying but had no tears. Why did they run into this little prince, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon again?

This person was going to die, but this was not the right way to die! And he died prematurely, what should I do?

"Take him back and hand him over to the judge. It's not our problem anyway." Hei Wuchang said in a low voice.

He had a premonition that this kind of thing would happen more often in the future, but who in the underworld would dare to intervene?

This is the darling of God, his own son, who is very pampered. All the ghosts and the King of Hell in the underworld have been warned.

And the guy next to the little prince is also Lord Tian’s little son.

Just leave this kind of headache-inducing matter to your superiors. They are only responsible for bringing the wandering souls back and preventing them from becoming wandering ghosts and causing trouble in the world.

"That's right, let the judge worry about it." Bai Wuchang nodded.

"Then you go and hook this soul now." Hei Wuchang pointed at the new soul that had just died.

"Why didn't you go?"

"I'm too dark, I'm afraid I'll scare the little prince."

"Then I'm too white!"

"White is better than black."

"Black is better than white in this tomb."

……

Zhang Qiling looked at the two disputing ghost officials and silently threw the new soul towards them.

Here you go, take it away, no need to thank me!

The Black and White Impermanence, who were arguing, saw the new soul suddenly fall between them and looked at both sides in a daze.

Did you hook up?

Did you hook up?

Who is that?

Black and White Impermanence looked at Zhang Qiling who was watching them silently. He didn't know how long the head of the Zhang family had been watching them quarreling. He smiled at Zhang Qiling awkwardly, then ran away dragging the new soul.

If we don't run away now, it will be bad once the young prince turns his attention away from those tomb robbers.

I don't know how this taciturn and cold head of the Zhang family raised a little prince whose personality is completely opposite to his.

As for this new soul, it doesn’t matter if its life span has not yet ended. It will only be half a day earlier anyway. If it digs the tombs of its ancestors during its lifetime, it will still be punished in the Avici Hell after its death.

"Your Highness, is this your new toy?" Zhang Qishan looked at the golden scissors, which were really dazzling. He didn't bring them with him when he went down the mountain. They must have been found in the tomb. Qingwuzi was the founder of fortune-telling. Why did he have this hobby...

"It looks great, right? I made it." Mo Jiu patted the golden scissors and said proudly. This was his masterpiece from his first time refining a weapon.

(The discarded gold scattered all over the courtyard of the mansion: Then what are we?

Mo Jiu: It doesn’t count because it hasn’t taken shape.)

"It's really beautiful." Zhang Qishan said with a smile. It's made of pure gold and so big, anyone who sees it will probably like it and say it's beautiful.

"You have good taste." Mo Jiu gave him a proud look.

Zhang Qiling walked over, took the golden scissors from his body and weighed them. They were nearly three thousand pounds. It was hard for the little Qilin to carry them around like they were made of paper.

"How heavy is it?"

Blackback Laoliu's eyes sparkled and he came over carrying Master Qi Baye on his back.

"If you can handle it, I'll give it to you." Mo Jiu said with a smile as he looked at the person who was crushed to death on the ground.

"Hehe! Laoliu, let me take a look." The black-backed Laoliu silently took a few steps back and swallowed his saliva.

"Almost three thousand pounds." Zhang Qiling said, putting down the golden scissors.

No wonder the little Qilin ran to the personal mansion the night before yesterday and didn't come out all night. He must have ruined a lot of gold in there.

But this golden scissors is pretty good, it’s a magical weapon, but it’s a bit useless and can only change size.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped and looked at Mo Jiu and the other man as if they were monsters.

Three thousand pounds, is this a force that a human can bear? Is this golden scissors fake?

"Can I try it?" Zhang Rishan asked.

Zhang Qiling looked at him and reached out to push the golden scissors a little towards him. His movements were very effortless, which made the people from Jiumen think that the golden scissors were fake. How could they be so heavy?

Zhang Rishan took it from Zhang Qiling's hand, but Zhang Qiling just let go.

Zhang Rishan was suddenly pressed down and staggered backwards.

Zhang Qishan and Er Yuehong rushed forward to help hold on, but their faces turned red due to the weight of the golden scissors, and their feet slid backwards.

It was only because Zhang Qiling intervened in time that they were saved from being crushed to death by the golden scissors.

Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qishan raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, her little mouth widening into a smile.

Mo Jiu wanted to take a picture of Zhang Qishan's shoulders, but he was not tall enough, so he could only take a picture of Zhang Qishan's waist, but he was not embarrassed at all.