From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

The room is very warm. Even in such cold weather, one can still feel a warmth rushing into the body as soon as one steps in.

"Bai Ma has not fully awakened. When the medicinal properties of the Canghai Flower wear off, she will only have three days left to die." The old lama said to Zhang Qiling, who walked into the room holding Mo Jiu's hand.

These three days were fought for by Bai Ma for his children.

The old lama left here silently, leaving the space to them.

Zhang Qiling stood less than one meter away from the bed, staring blankly at the woman sleeping peacefully in front of him.

She is very beautiful, with a very white complexion, unlike the skin color of Tibetans, and delicate and beautiful facial features. Zhang Qiling's white skin as white as snow and stunning appearance should have been inherited from Baima.

Her breathing and heartbeat were very light, but Zhang Qiling could feel her real presence.

Mo Jiuan stayed quietly by Zhang Qiling's side. This was the first time he had felt this way since he was born.

He felt very sad for his little brother, but he didn't know what to do.

There is also the sadness of the spirit of the beautiful young lady on the bed, but she is trapped in this body and cannot open her eyes or speak.

Bai Ma woke up from her long sleep, she knew she had lost any chance to open her eyes, but she knew that when the lamas woke her up as promised, her son would be by her side.

It must be a child of flesh and blood, feeling the joys, sorrows and joys of the world, and she can feel the warmth of her son.

"Brother, her spirit is still there." Mo Jiu pulled the big hand that was holding him, looked up at Zhang Qiling, and woke up the dazed Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling looked down at Mo Jiu, slowly let go of his hand, walked to Bai Ma, and reached out to hold her cold hand.

Zhang Qiling knelt in front of Bai Ma's bed. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He could only hold her hands tightly with both of his, feeling her hands slowly turning from cold to warm, and feeling her heartbeat slowly recovering.

Mo Jiu stood by and looked at the mother and son. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned and ran out, but carefully closed the door.

"Mom!" Zhang Qiling's voice was very soft, but Bai Ma heard it, and a tear flowed from Bai Ma's eyes.

Her child came to her. Her child did not turn into emotionless stone. Her child had a heart.

……

Mo Jiu ran out and looked around. He didn't know if it was because of the heavy snow, but the lamas in the temple did not move around. Apart from the wind and snow, there was nothing else to be seen in the yard.

Mo Jiu clasped his hands together and made a few hand gestures. Suddenly, a golden light lit up at his fingertips.

He was trying to calculate Bai Ma's past, but maybe he was too playful, so he tried several times to trace back the past without success.

Mo Jiu didn't get what he wanted to know, and kicked the stone next to him angrily, and the stone flew out.

"Hey! Who attacked Ben Wuchang?"

Just then a familiar voice was heard, Bai Wuchang covered his forehead and looked around. It was that guy who attacked him as soon as he appeared.

When Mo Jiu heard the voice, his eyes lit up.

At the same time, Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang next to him also discovered Mo Jiu's existence. They were so scared that their black faces turned white, and the white face wished it could become transparent, and tried to sneak away.

"Stop." Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes and shouted at the two ghost officials with a smile.

Hei Wuchang glared at Bai Wuchang. Why are you shouting? You have been discovered!

"Little Master, what a coincidence!" Seeing that they couldn't escape, the two Wuchang turned around and smiled at Mo Jiu in a flattering manner.

"What are you here for?" Mo Jiu looked at the life and death chart in their hands. There was only one soul that could be captured here, so the purpose was self-evident.

"Your Highness, there is a girl named Bai Ma here who has been staying in the human world for a long time. Back then, we showed mercy to her because she has the bloodline of the King of Hell and allowed her to wait here for her son to come back and see her. Now, according to the agreement, she has woken up from her long sleep, and we should take her back to the underworld." said Hei Wuchang.

"Isn't it because of the effect of Cang Hai Hua that she is like this?" Mo Jiu was a little puzzled. Didn't the old lama say that Bai Ma was like this because she took Cang Hai Hua?

"The Cang Hai Flower does have this effect, but it is originally from the underworld and was brought to the human world. It has this effect. After a person dies, the soul will be put to sleep in the body. But we ghosts must agree not to take the soul away! It will be useless if we take the soul away. Moreover, those who take the Cang Hai Flower will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and will be punished and sent to the eighteen levels of hell."

"She has the bloodline of the King of Hell? Are you punishing her too?" Mo Jiu asked.

"It's just a trace of blood. I can't be considered a person of the King of Hell, but the law is merciless."