From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"How is it? Hehehe!"

There was something devilish about Mo Jiu's smile, and his exposed little white teeth gave people a bad feeling.

Zhang Qishan swore, based on his years of experience in leading troops and his keen sense of danger, that there was definitely something wrong.

"..." Zhang Qiling looked at Mo Jiu's chubby white hands still on Zhang Qishan's waist, rubbed his fingers, and looked at Zhang Qishan unfriendly.

"Young Prince, this pair of golden scissors is very good." Zhang Qishan silently took a few steps back and bumped into a personal soldier behind him.

"But it's too heavy. I've consumed too much energy and want to eat barbecue. Brother Qishan." The soft voice softened the hearts of everyone present and they couldn't help but want to pass the barbecue to Mo Jiu immediately.

"There's dried meat." Zhang Qishan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was just hungry.

But the next second, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

Even Mr. Qi Ba, who was in a coma, was awakened by the shock.

"Boom!"

All they heard was a deafening roar of thunder exploding in their ears.

Then a blue lightning magically passed through the tomb seal above his head and fell accurately on Zhang Qishan without destroying the tomb structure. Zhang Qishan was struck to a crisp.

The whole person fell to the ground twitching, and the hair on his head was like an Afro, with each strand standing upright clearly, like a hedgehog.

As the thunder and lightning struck, the turbid air in the tomb passage seemed to be purified and became clear, as if it were in the mountains.

Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qishan's miserable condition, and was so shocked that he let out an "oh" and his big eyes as bright as stars suddenly became round, a bit like his animal-shaped pupils.

He looked up at the top of his head again. What had this person done to offend Heaven? He should be struck by lightning.

"Lord Buddha."

Zhang Rishan and Zhang's personal soldiers had expressions of fear and worry on their faces. They rushed forward and tried to help him up from the ground.

"Do not touch me."

But Zhang Rishan, who was quick-handed, just touched Zhang Qishan's hand, and as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body went numb. He couldn't help but shake his hand and retracted it.

"It smells so nice, like barbecue!" Mo Jiu sniffed and looked at Zhang Qishan with shining eyes.

"Xiao Jiu." Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Jiu back. He had been struck like this, so let's not play anymore!

The Heavenly Dao is a bit stingy! The little Qilin just called someone "brother" and then a bolt of lightning struck him, not afraid of killing the mortal.

When they first met, the little Qilin called him brother, so why didn't he chop him down? Was he just looking down on others?

I thought it should be okay as we are equals, but I didn't expect it to be prohibited.

(Tomb-robber Tiandao: You raised your own kid, but you were struck by lightning. Who can be my little Qilin's elder brother? Aren't you afraid of having your life shortened?)

"Why did Tiandao father strike him down?" Mo Jiu pulled Zhang Qiling, asked him to bend down, and whispered in his ear.

But he couldn't be too loud, or they would hear him. What if Tiandao Dad hit the wrong person? Little Qilin had to help Tiandao Dad cover it up.

"Just call them by their names from now on. Your father Tiandao doesn't agree with you calling others elders brother." Zhang Qiling rubbed Mo Jiu's head.

"I called that female puppet just now "Little Sister", why didn't He chop her?"

"Hasn't the female puppet been dispersed by you now?"

The way of heaven also wants to save the source. It is estimated that Zhang Qishan's fate has not yet come, so some thunder was sent down to give him some punishment. Otherwise, Zhang Qishan would have been turned into charcoal long ago. Now he only looks miserable on the outside, but it is just a few superficial injuries.

"Young senior." Master Qi looked at Zhang Qishan who was helped up, and a stiff smile appeared on his pale face.

"Remember to call me Xiaoba from now on."

Zhang Qiling glanced at him. This fortune teller was quite good. He actually guessed the reason.

Zhang Qishan reached out and wiped his dark face, then opened his mouth to reveal eight white teeth. Against his current black appearance, these teeth looked particularly white and dazzling.

"Young Prince, you should call me Zhang Qishan from now on!" Zhang Qishan said with a bitter smile. The fortune teller was right. This Mo Jiu was indeed a god in the world.

"Young senior, you can call me Er Yue Hong."

"Call me Lao Liu."

Blackback Laoliu and Eryuehong also spoke up quickly, saying that they didn't want to be struck by lightning.

"Young Prince, you won't let me get chopped to pieces, right?" Zhang Rishan took out a large bag of dried meat from the package and handed it to Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu rolled his eyes at him, reached out to pick up the dried meat, and put it in Zhang Qiling's arms to help him hold it.

The fat boy took a piece of jerky and stuffed it into his mouth. Under his sharp teeth, he finished the dry and hard jerky in just a few bites.

Delicious meat!

"Clan leader?" Zhang Rishan looked at the silent Zhang Qiling and spoke cautiously.

“If you don’t cross the line, He won’t strike.” Zhang Qiling said calmly.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief and found a place to rest, waiting for Mo Jiu to finish eating. They also used this time to replenish their energy.