From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Spring goes and autumn comes

Mo Jiu has been living in the Zhang family's old house for more than three years, and his life with Zhang Qiling is very plain and simple.

Daily morning exercises, routine inspections of organs, and meals are all part of cultivation.

Ever since Zhang Qiling started practicing, he discovered that his body would grow as his cultivation level increased. He became obsessed with practicing and wanted to at least restore his original height as soon as possible.

The little Qilin Mo Jiu is rather lazy, and the thin spiritual energy here has no effect on it at all, so apart from entering a state of meditation at night instead of sleeping, he likes to wander around the ancient house during the day. He doesn't like his human body, so he turns into a little Qilin.

Now, except for the outer structure of the entire ancient house, many flowers and plants from his own mansion have been transplanted into the inner house.

To the prehistoric world, they are just ordinary flowers and plants, but to the world of tomb raiders, they are magical herbs.

Therefore, a thin spiritual power slowly emerged in the air of the ancient house from the daily breath of flowers and plants. The little Qilin covered the entire ancient house with a barrier to prevent the spiritual power from flowing out.

And all this spiritual power was just enough for Zhang Qiling to practice. He was very talented and had already established a foundation after a few years, but he himself didn't know what stage his physical body had reached, but scale patterns appeared on his body.

Over the past few years, Mo Jiu had fed him Qilin grass from time to time, and he had gone through a cycle of death every time. He had gone from the unbearable torture at the beginning to lying flat.

That day, the little Qilin ran into the Qilin Courtyard excitedly and jumped into the arms of Zhang Qiling who was practicing sword.

Zhang Qiling put away the knife somewhat helplessly, held the little Qilin in one hand skillfully, walked to the stone table next to him and sat down.

"Brother, there are people coming outside, four of them. I smell a little bit of Qilin blood from one of them. There is a group of people holding black poles following them. Let's chase them." The little Qilin said, standing up on his front legs to gesture.

Zhang Qiling looked at its happy expression indifferently, and a smile flashed in his dark eyes.

But when he heard who was coming, there was some confusion on his expressionless face. Zhang family?

The Zhang family's old house had long been deserted, and the survivors had either gone to Hong Kong or overseas. How could there still be members of the Zhang family coming to visit at this time?

Thinking about what Mo Jiu said, there were people chasing after him, could they be here to rescue him?

Now, apart from the title of clan leader, what else can I do to help?

"Little brother, shall we save them?"

"You want to save them?"

"They smell like Qilin blood, and Jiujiu wants to save him." Mo Jiu nodded. He has been here for so long, and this is the second person with the same blood as him, although it is weaker than the little brother's before.

"Take human form and have a look."

"Okay!"

……

At this time, Zhang Rishan and his party were attacked by the Japanese, and they drove their carriage across the Zhang family's life and death line.

From the car window, Mr. Ba saw a stone tablet standing next to the line of life and death, "If you are not from my tribe, anyone who enters will die."

"Stop, stop." Mr. Ba suddenly shouted in horror, and Zhang Rishan had to stop the carriage.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Rishan turned around and asked.

"This inscription, why don't we go back!" Mr. Ba pointed at the inscription and said in panic. After entering here, his hexagram showed nothing, which was a phenomenon that had never happened before.

Several people were shocked when they saw the corpses next to the line between life and death.

"This life and death line is only accessible to members of the Zhang family. These people must be trespassers." Zhang Rishan said with a suspicious look on his face.

"Then we are not members of the Zhang family!" said the Eighth Master as he jumped off the carriage.

"Qishan." At this moment, Zhang Qishan, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes and sat up. Yin Xingyue called out worriedly.

"Lord Buddha."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Rishan quickly reached out and helped the two of them down together with Mr. Ba.

But at this time, Zhang Qishan was still in a daze and had not yet woken up.

"Where are they!"

Suddenly, there was a sound from behind, followed by gunshots. Zhang Rishan pulled them to hide behind a stone sculpture nearby, pulled out his pistol and fired two shots back.

"go!"

Holding Zhang Qishan, they ran towards the life-and-death line. Now the Japanese had caught up with them and they had no choice.

"Boom."

The Japanese spy who caught up with them had just crossed the line between life and death when he touched the mechanism and was blown up. Then there was a rain of arrows and screams.

Master Ba turned around and looked at this scene, and was surprised, "How is the life and death line of your Zhang family so magical? It can distinguish whether someone is a member of the Zhang family or not."

"Then why were the two of us able to come in?" Yin Xingyue supported Zhang Qishan on the other side and said in panic.

Zhang Rishan didn't know what was going on either, as he had not been in the Zhang family for long.

"Let's go in first." As he said that, he helped Zhang Qishan walk along the road.