From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Outside Qilin Courtyard, Zhang Rishan and his colleagues finally finished cleaning the pheasant and looked at the empty kitchen of Qilin Courtyard that not even rats visited.

A few people looked at each other and said, "Is it okay to cook the pheasant like this without salt?"

Are these two really living gods? Don’t they need to eat?

(Mo Jiu: The little brother made something that could poison a little Qilin to death, but it’s better not to eat it.

Zhang Qiling: I am fasting, so the little Qilin doesn’t need to eat.)

"What should we do?" Mr. Ba looked at the dusty kitchen and scratched his head in embarrassment.

It looks like someone has lived in this yard for a long time! But the kitchen is unused. It looks like no one has even been in there.

Zhang Qishan glanced at the pheasant in Zhang Rishan's hand, which had been plucked and gutted. "Let's roast it first! I'll ask you later if you have any seasonings."

"Then I'll go build a fire." Mr. Ba turned around and found an open space in the yard to build a fire.

Yin Xingyue looked at the two people next to her and said with some embarrassment and pity, "You...it's really not easy for you to be alive."

Zhang Qishan was stunned. Looking at his wife, he must have over-imagined it. He was a little helpless. "I have never stayed in the Zhang family. I used to travel around with my personal soldiers. Although the food was rough, it was not to the point where there was no food at all."

"Qishan, you said they...really don't eat anything?" Yin Xingyue pointed at the dusty pot and asked curiously.

"We can go to the nearby village to buy food! After all, they don't look very old, and the Zhang family members are not good at cooking."

Zhang Rishan smiled. He was indeed not good at cooking. When he first started hanging out with Master Buddha, he would catch wild game and grill it without processing the internal organs. The outside would turn into charcoal, but the inside would still be raw.

It gradually got better over time, but it was just edible, and you couldn't expect the taste to be very good.

Zhang Qishan knew what he was laughing at. Thinking about the past, he sighed helplessly, "Let's go! Master Ba has started the fire."

Mo Jiu smelled the aroma of barbecue coming from outside and kept looking outside greedily. He didn't even notice Zhang Qiling handing him something and asking him to take it to his residence.

Zhang Qiling looked at him and then looked around. There were actually not many things to take away. The things from the Zhang family's old house and some private collections had been collected by Mo Jiu over the past few years.

They had to carry some daily necessities with them at all times. After all, Mo Jiu's personal residence and his private world had to be kept hidden and not exposed to outsiders.

"Brother, brother, can we go out?" Mo Jiu grabbed Zhang Qiling's sleeve and shook it.

Zhang Qiling was unmoved. Looking at his jumpy appearance, he frowned a little. Mo Jiu's character was fine in the Zhang family's old house, but he would easily get into trouble if he went out.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling felt a little headache. He didn't like trouble, but he had to take care of Mo Jiu's affairs.

It's troublesome to take care of a kid, and it's even more troublesome to take care of a little Qilin. You also have to be careful not to expose his identity.

"Little brother, little brother."

"Go." Seeing how anxious he was, Zhang Qiling finally gave in.

"Yeah." Mo Jiu happily turned around and ran out of the room, leaving Zhang Qiling looking at the open door and following him out silently.

Zhang Rishan was talking to Mr. Ba about how the pheasant was cooked and asked who was going to call for help.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Mo Jiu had already squatted beside Mr. Ba.

Yin Xingyue was so scared that she squatted down beside him, and Zhang Qishan quickly supported her.

"Is it cooked?" Mo Jiu didn't look at Yin Xingyue, but kept staring at the pheasant in Zhang Rishan's hand.

However, Zhang Qiling, who was following behind, noticed this scene. He rubbed the two extra-long fingers of his right hand together, pursed his lips slightly, lowered his head, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"It's cooked. Young senior has..." Before Mr. Ba could finish his words, Mo Jiu grabbed the pheasant.

He turned around and jumped to Zhang Qiling, tore off half of it and gave it to him, then, in front of everyone's stunned eyes, he opened his mouth wide and ate the other half in one bite.

Zhang Qiling was so shocked that he stretched out his hand to make him spit it out, but he ended up spitting out a few pieces of bones into Zhang Qiling's slender palm.

Mo Jiu licked her lips with her pink little tongue, looking at the other half in Zhang Qiling's hand, her eyes were so greedy that she wanted to drool. Meat! This was the first time she had eaten meat since she was born.

Zhang Qiling looked at the bones in his hand. What was he worried about? This little Qilin had a much better appetite than he thought, and one chicken might not be enough for him to eat.

Zhang Qishan and his friends wanted to say that it had no salt and tasted bland, but the way he ate half a piece of it made them drop their jaws. How long had he not eaten? He was so hungry.

He couldn't help but look at Zhang Qiling with a questioning look.

"Little brother." Mo Jiu looked at the remaining half of the chicken and swallowed his saliva. The fake phoenix meat smelled so good. If the real phoenix meat was cooked, would it...

Thinking about this, Mo Jiu was eager to ask someone to help him roast the phoenix in his portable space.

Zhang Qiling noticed his intention, stuffed the roast chicken in his hand into his mouth, and threw the bone in his other hand into the fire.

"Where to stay." Zhang Qiling pointed to the room next to Zhang Qishan and his group, then pulled Mo Jiu, who was biting into a roasted chicken, back to the room.

If he didn't leave, Zhang Qiling felt that he was being treated like a monkey or killed to silence him.

……

the next morning

Zhang Qishan and his companions ate the dry food they brought with them for breakfast and waited in the yard.

Not long after, Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu came out, each carrying a package.

Mo Jiu was still wearing the luxurious dark black Qilin robe, but Zhang Qiling had changed into ordinary clothes.

"Young senior, are you still asleep?" Master Ba found it a little funny when he saw Mo Jiu being held by one hand, with his eyelids half drooping and dozing off.

Still a child!

"Let's go." Zhang Qiling led Mo Jiu and walked in front. Zhang Qishan and his group did not say anything and followed behind.

After leaving the gate of the Zhang family's ancient house, they looked back, but the huge old courtyard was no longer there.

Zhang Qishan and his companions looked at Zhang Qiling and the others in astonishment and dared not say anything more.