From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Before dawn the next day, Zhang Rishan had already counted the accompanying personal soldiers in the yard. They were all dressed in shorts, with box guns hidden in packages and weighed down by water bags, and bayonets across their backs.

Zhang Qishan checked his gun, and as the sun was about to rise, he asked Zhang Rishan to inform Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu that they were ready to set off.

Mo Jiu and the other person arrived at the gate of Zhang's house and saw the iron box of the car.

Mo Jiu walked around it curiously, he had seen people driving it on the street before, and he couldn't understand how it could move when it was a mortal object without any spiritual power and no one was using spiritual power.

"Your Highness, are you interested? Do you want to learn how to drive?" Zhang Rishan asked with a smile as he looked at him.

Zhang Qishan coughed at the side. How old is the little prince? If he is asked to learn to drive, can his feet reach the foot brake? This adjutant thinks he has a long life, right?

Zhang Qiling looked at the layout of the car and realized that his little Qilin's small body with a three-inch head was not suitable for learning, so he carried him to the back seat of a car.

"You can learn when you grow up."

"How big should it be?" Mo Jiu stood next to Zhang Qiling and leaned over to the front driver's seat to take a look.

"..." Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, and thought about it, "As tall as Zhang Qishan."

Mo Jiu turned his head to look at Zhang Qishan who was sitting in the passenger seat, measured his height with his hand, and retracted his head somewhat unhappily.

He is only three years old, and his current ten-year-old body has reached the limit of his Taoist body. Unless he transforms, there is no spiritual power outside and it will not last long.

It takes a Qilin 500 years to reach adulthood, which is a long time, unless it has a large amount of spiritual energy to absorb and grow up quickly.

"Let's go." With Zhang Qishan's order, seven cars started moving.

Mo Jiu became interested again and leaned against the car window looking at the street outside.

Zhang Qiling leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed, resting.

When the sun had risen completely, they gathered on a dirt slope beside the railway in the suburbs. There were eighteen people in the team in total.

At this time, Master Qi Ba, dressed in Taoist robes and carrying a donkey, had already been waiting here with people from other sects.

Afterwards, Er Yuehong and others got on the car, but Mr. Qi Ba was reluctant to leave his donkey and kept riding it.

Fortunately, Changsha has been an important transportation route and hub for generations, with strange people and merchants coming and going from the south and the north, so this is not uncommon.

However, the donkey walked too slowly, often falling behind by two or three miles after walking for a while. Zhang Qishan and his companions had to wait for half an hour to catch up.

Zhang Qishan endured it for a while, then sighed and said, "Fortune teller, I asked you to disguise yourself and leave the city, why are you riding a donkey?"

Mo Jiu leaned out of the car window and looked curiously at the donkey following behind the car. It was a creature that did not exist in the ancient times. It looked clumsy and was slow. Why did they choose it as their mount?

Not even as good as his Xiaobai!

"Master Buddha, a fortune teller doesn't ride a donkey, but a tall horse? Please don't underestimate my outfit. The deeper we go into the mountains, the more useful I will be."

"If you slow down any further, the Japanese will catch up with us. I asked you to pretend to leave the city, not to explore the way. I didn't ask you to delay the journey. Let your donkey go now." Zhang Qishan had a headache.

Zhang Rishan also stuck his head out of another car and looked at Master Qi riding on the donkey. "Last time, we needed to scout the way and disguise ourselves. Now the road is clear, and there are still pursuers behind us! Master Qi should let go of the donkey and get in the car!"

"But my donkey is very expensive!" Mr. Qi looked at the donkey he was riding with a painful look on his face. He bought it for twenty dollars!

"Kill it and eat the meat, so it won't be wasted." Blackback Lao Liu said impatiently. If he delayed any longer, he would chop the donkey to pieces.

"Is it delicious?" Mo Jiu poked his head out, looked at the donkey with shining eyes, and swallowed his saliva.

The donkey seemed to sense the murderous intent in Mo Jiu's eyes, and stepped on its front hooves nervously. Master Ba almost lost his balance and fell off.

"Donkey meat BBQ is delicious." Zhang Rishan thought of the donkey meat he had eaten before, which tasted very good.

"Donkey hide gelatin is good, it's nutritious." Er Yuehong said with regret. Now they are in the wilderness and there is no condition to make it. Boiling donkey skin is too time-consuming.

"I want to eat." When Mo Jiu heard this, he looked at the donkey with fiery eyes and licked his lips with his little tongue.

"Not now." Zhang Qiling opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to pull back the half of Mo Jiu's body that had stretched out. If this greedy little Qilin were to eat now, they probably wouldn't have to travel today.

Zhang Qishan was also aware of this little ancestor's appetite. He even suspected that Mo Jiu was a gluttonous bloodline, a mutant of Qilin blood, so how could he eat so much?

After all, he has the blood of Qiongqi, one of the four ferocious beasts. Is it possible that other people in the Zhang family have the blood of other ferocious beasts?

Unfortunately, he knew almost nothing about the Zhang family, and he couldn't get any confirmation, let alone ask.

Seeing that Mo Jiu really wanted to eat donkey meat, Zhang Rishan was afraid that his clan leader would not be able to stop him. If they really had to stop to kill the donkey and roast the meat, it would be a huge project and would take a long time.

He quickly got off the car, carried Mr. Qi down and put him on his own car, and released the donkey at the same time.

Mo Jiu watched the donkey slowly disappear into the nearby forest. He lay on Zhang Qiling's lap in disappointment and unhappiness, unable to muster up any energy.

Seeing that his family head was not trying to coax people, Zhang Qishan smiled and comforted him, "When we return to Changsha City, I will ask the chef of the Zhang Mansion to arrange for you."

When Mo Jiu heard this, her beautiful round eyes lit up. This member of the Zhang family's side branch knows how to behave! Little Qilin likes it.

Zhang Qiling reached out and touched his head, wondering why he was so greedy. What if someone tried to trick his little Qilin with food in the future?

The two unusually long fingers moved, and Zhang Qiling thought about it calmly.

……

Since they were familiar with the route, they avoided difficult sections and headed towards western Hunan, reaching their destination in a day and a half.

It is much shorter than the time I came here before.