From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qishan, accompanied by a leader sent down by his superiors, had already arrived at the foot of the mountain. Without any notification from the soldiers guarding the foot of the mountain, they had already seen the flashing lightning in the sky above the towering mountain peak.

There was a scene of chaos and disorder at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Qishan's usually steady expression rarely showed a break, and he didn't dare to take another step.

In fact, he had personally experienced the feeling of being struck by lightning once before. At that time, it was only a light strike to warn himself.

But now that such a huge lightning was striking, wouldn't the people and ghosts inside be turned into charcoal ashes? He didn't want to get close to it for fear of being pulled in.

No one knew who had provoked which little prince, causing this devastating thunder and fire to strike.

"Retribution... This is retribution..."

"Run! Digging up people's ancestral graves! God will strike you down! God will not tolerate this and will strike these scholars to death..."

“…Run…”

A group of scholars dressed in Chinese cloth and looking like frail scholars rushed down from the temporary camp at the foot of the mountain in panic.

Some may have run so fast that one of their shoes fell off, some even lost their glasses, or fell to the ground and rolled and crawled to escape...

The guarding soldier wanted to stop them, but he was so frightened that his whole body was shaking and he looked up in horror.

For this group of scholars who came to study brocade, they would rather believe in the existence of ghosts and gods than not believe in them.

The scene before them now clearly told them that the so-called ghosts and gods really existed. If they didn't run away, they might be the next ones to be struck.

"Commander, what should we do now?" Zhang Qishan asked Wang Yang, whose face turned pale.

There was a hint of irony in his eyes. What about the leaders sent down from above? No matter how powerful they are, can they fight against the heaven?

In the current condition of the mountain, do the Wang family members still dare to go up?

In the future, the world will be revived as the patriarch said, and the world will undergo earth-shaking changes. If you want to live forever, you can! You have to be able to withstand being struck by lightning.

I just don’t know how the people from Jiumen are doing now?

Wang Yang's face was really ashen, but he was also afraid of death and did not dare to go down the mountain.

"Stop these researchers first and block the information. Never let what's happening here get out."

"Yes." Zhang Qishan winked at the soldiers behind him, asking them to stop those who wanted to escape and settle them in the main camp first.

"All the Zhang family members have gone upstairs, right?" Wang Yang asked.

Zhang Qishan's face turned cold. They really did not give up this plan. Once the Zhang Family Ancient Tower operation failed, these people with Zhang Family blood might have to live in the Golmud sanatorium.

Seeing that Zhang Qishan didn't answer, Wang Yang's face turned cold and he said sarcastically: "Why, you don't want to? This is an order from above. The head of the Zhang family is also here this time. He is a must-have target on the list."

Zhang Qishan sneered in his heart. As a clan leader, he was still the junior clan leader when the Zhang family fell into decline. He could only watch the Zhang family members flee everywhere for their lives.

If you want to die, I won't stop you. Just look at how you, the Wang family, will reap what you sow.

"Don't dare."

"Call your soldiers over and ambush them around. If there are any living members of the Zhang family coming down, capture them alive immediately." Wang Yang gave the order.

Wang Yang felt that given the current situation at the top of the mountain, it would be difficult for anyone to survive, and the Zhang Family Ancient Tower operation was considered a failure.

But given the skills of the Zhang family, there might be enough to keep a few of them alive. If we catch them, at least there will be someone to take the blame for the failure of the Zhang family's ancient building operation.

At the same time, Wang Yang cursed in his heart, this matter should have gone wrong earlier or later, but it went wrong just after he arrived. If the Zhang family who took the blame this time was not capable, he could only push Zhang Qishan out as well!

A group of fleeing scholars were stopped by soldiers with guns. A furtive man mixed in with them and carefully stuffed something into his body.

……

After Mo Jiu finished howling, he was dumbfounded as he looked at the stone chamber in front of him where only the human body was left.

His black-haired rice dumpling had turned into charcoal ash, with only a pile of ashes left on the ground. How could he let his little brother roast it?

Just chop the ugly snake! His rice dumplings... Woohoo!

When Zhang Qiling came over, he saw Mo Jiu's look of wanting to cry but not wanting to, and he looked over nervously.

When Mo Jiu saw Zhang Qiling appear, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"There's a snake with a phoenix crown that scares me. My rice dumplings are gone!" Mo Jiu stretched out his hand to hug Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling reached out and hugged him, glancing around at the people from the Nine Gates who were frozen in time, as well as the charred snake corpses and black-haired rice dumplings on the ground.

"It's okay, they're all gone!" Zhang Qiling patted his back and coaxed him, feeling helpless about Mo Jiu's fear of the phoenix.

He was not afraid before, but the last time he woke up, he complained of being hungry and wanted to eat raw phoenix meat. It turned out that there was a trace of his remaining soul trapped in a phoenix corpse in his personal mansion.

After being released, it attacked Mo Jiu directly. Although Tian Dao took action in time, it was still frightened. After all, the little Qilin was less than a hundred years old. In the prehistoric world, it was just a cub that had just broken out of its shell and couldn't even step out of its nest!

"Go back, Xiao Jiujiu, and have some roasted chicken made by the descendants of the phoenix."

"I want to eat roasted phoenix."

Zhang Qiling's hand, which was patting Mo Jiu's back to comfort him, froze. Why did he feel that this little Qilin was plotting to eat the phoenix flesh?