From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

It was already afternoon when the car arrived at a village near the mine. They had spent the night outdoors last night, and the route into the mountain was not easy to travel, so Zhang Qishan let the people rest for a night in the inn here.

As soon as the sun rose the next day, Zhang Qishan parked the cars, left two people to guard them, and the others carried their equipment and started into the mountains.

The mountains and rivers here in Xiangxi are layered and ridges are stacked one upon another. Standing on the cliff halfway up the mountain, you can still hear the sound of the stream in the dense forest below the cliff.

In order to facilitate the transportation of mined iron ore, the Japanese built a railway into the mountains, and they moved forward along the railway.

The thirty people walked along the railway for a long time. Qi Ba was not as healthy as Zhang Qishan, Zhang Rishan and others, and he missed his little donkey loudly.

Zhang Rishan glanced at Mo Jiu who was being led by the head of his family and teased him: "Your Highness didn't say anything, but Master Ba, please stop thinking about your donkey, okay?"

Master Qi Ba glanced at Mo Jiu's jumping and running appearance and snorted: "How can I compare with the young senior? I can't even compare with an ordinary person from your Zhang family."

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips curled up, and his voice was crisp: "That's it, who am I! How can you compare me to someone else? Isn't this bullying?"

"Wow." Master Qi Ba couldn't help but laugh, "Young senior is right, this adjutant just has no vision."

"You'd better take care of yourself first. Don't wait and fall behind." Zhang Rishan shook his head and chuckled.

"Little brother, carry me." Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qiling who had remained silent, stopped and offered to carry him.

Zhang Rishan: …

My dear little prince, are you slapping yourself in the face now? You just finished speaking and now you have to bear the brunt of the consequences.

Zhang Qiling looked behind him, took off the black gold ancient sword and held it in his hand, and Mo Jiu jumped directly onto his back.

"Someone is chasing us! You guys take your time chatting! I'm leaving now!" Mo Jiu shook his calves and said to Zhang Qishan with a happy smile.

Zhang Qishan's face changed as he watched his clan leader quickly walk into the woods beside the railway track. He immediately thought that this was a railway built by the Japanese and they could drive a train in.

"Hold on, the Japanese train is coming."

As he spoke, Zhang Qishan and his men also ran towards the forest. If they went any further, it would be dangerous if the Japanese came. It would be better not to start a conflict and conserve their strength before reaching the destination.

The mountain road was not easy to walk on, and they encountered several mudslides. Zhang Qishan and his group's clothes were all dirty. However, although Zhang Qiling was carrying Mo Jiu on his back, except for the dirty soles of his shoes, his clothes were clean, which was amazing.

After three days of travel, they finally arrived at the mine that Zhang Qishan discovered last time.

They stopped not far from the mine and observed the surrounding environment to see if there was an ambush. After all, they encountered a Japanese train along the way, and at their speed, it should have arrived by now.

"Go in from here, there is a mechanism, which is not difficult, but there is a kind of insect pupa that is very difficult to deal with. Last time, many of us died here."

"When we went in again, we encountered puppets. That is, here. We couldn't deal with them, so we could only escape in a panic."

"What is a puppet?" Mo Jiu asked.

"According to legend, the puppet is the resentment of a human being. It is forever trapped in the tomb and cannot leave unless someone is found to take it out. The puppet is invulnerable to swords and guns, and the black donkey hoof is of no use to it." Zhang Rishan explained.

"Is she afraid of fire?" Mo Jiu asked curiously.

"Uh..." Zhang Rishan was stunned. They had never tried using fire, so why not try it later?

"Ordinary fire is useless." Zhang Qiling said, looking at the entrance of the mine.

"Then I'll use spiritual fire to roast the puppet. How does it taste, little brother?"

Zhang Qiling looked up at the sky and suspected that the thing that God had sent him was a little Taotie. Is the Qilin so greedy?

"Click~"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Everyone looked up at the sky in shock. Lightning was happening in a clear sky. What was going on?

Master Qi took out his Bagua turtle and calculated, but it showed a mess. What was going on? He felt creepy and shuddered as he looked at the dark mine in the distance.

"Fortune teller, what's wrong?" Zhang Qishan asked.

"Um... Master Buddha, why don't we go back? Lightning is coming out of the blue sky, and it's right above the tomb. This is a bad omen for this place!"

Mo Jiu looked up at the sky. Was Father Tiandao greeting him?

"Go in! Nothing to worry about!" Zhang Qiling, the culprit of the lightning, said directly with an expressionless face.

"Since the senior has said so, there is no problem. Fortune teller, you'd better go in with peace of mind! Maybe you didn't predict it correctly!" Er Yuehong said, and looked around. Seeing that there was no movement, he made a gesture to the guys from Jiumen, asking them to explore the way first and test the waters.

After everything was ready, just as they were about to enter the mine, they heard a scream, and then the people led by Jude Kao rushed out of the cave in a panic with serious injuries.

His eyes and hair, which were different from those of Chinese people, made Mo Jiu look at him curiously.

"Foreigners?" Mo Jiu thought of the name that the guards usually used to address foreigners, and looked at the Eighth Master uncertainly.

"Young senior, please give them some face. They are international friends." Mr. Ba said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh!" Mo Jiu nodded and understood. They are international friends abroad and foreigners at home.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hong, we meet again." Jude Kao greeted them in his awkward Chinese accent.

Both sides looked at each other warily, their weapons in hand.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hong, we meet again." Mo Jiu whispered, imitating Jude Kao's tone and copied it mischievously.

Zhang Qiling and others nearby heard it, but they couldn't hold back their laughter.

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