From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

When Hei Xia Zi saw Mo Jiu's angry expression, he immediately showed his eight big white teeth, pinched the corner of Mo Jiu's clothes with his claws, and smiled ingratiatingly.

"I understand. Our little Jiujiu is the smartest little Qilin."

"Of course!" Mo Jiu raised his chin and said proudly.

"Xiao Jiujiu, tell Xia Xia, if there is no female Pixiu, how can Xia Xia become rich, hehe!"

Hei Xia Zi rubbed his hands and looked at Mo Jiu expectantly.

"I don't know! I only know that male Pi Xiu represents wealth, while female Pi Xiu represents a treasure house. Why don't you find a female Pi Xiu to be with you, so that you will have a place to store your wealth." Mo Jiu suggested.

Hei Xiazi's face immediately turned sad, thinking that blood was like cabbage! He could find it whenever he wanted.

Besides, being single is so good! How could he not want to find a wife to take care of him?

"Then Xia Xia should just stay single! It's good this way. Marrying a wife means supporting the family, and Xia Xia is poor! Besides, I'm not a real Pixiu, so even if I find a partner, they may not like me."

"In this world, you can't find a female Pi Xiu even if you want to." Mo Jiu looked at Hei Xia Zi with contempt.

Zhang Qiling looked at Hei Xia Zi, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Hei Xia Zi noticed it and said, "Dumb, what do you want to say?"

"Don't talk too much."

"Ok?"

Hei Xia Zi and Mo Jiu were both puzzled. What did this sentence mean?

"Clan leader."

"Chief, are you all right?"

On the pottery jar side, the Zhang family members chased out, and when they saw Zhang Qiling and the others, they immediately started shouting.

As soon as Mo Jiu saw the Zhang family, his eyes rolled around looking for the Black and White Impermanence. Where had these two ghost messengers gone?

I also want to let them see if these people are suitable to be extradited! This way, we can solve the problem of insufficient manpower in the underworld, and we can also solve the problem of these Zhang family members turning around in front of the little brother, killing two birds with one stone.

Hei Xia Zi looked at Mo Jiu's cunning eyes and looked at the Zhang family members with some pity. They were being targeted by Mo Jiu!

I don’t know what this little Qilin is up to and how he plans to mess with the Zhang family.

"Patriarch, your Highness."

Zhang Qiling looked at this group of Zhang family members. They didn't suffer any harm. It should be because Mo Jiu was there. Many dirty things shrank back and didn't show their heads.

Except for the unlucky Jiumen people, who fought against the black-haired Zongzi, most of their people were lost.

"Each person carries a Nine Gates person on his back and goes down the mountain."

"Yes!"

Zhang Haike walked over first and picked up Gou Wuye on the ground. There were only about ten people alive, and no one from the Zhang family was lost, so if everyone carried one, they could finish carrying all the people.

Later, under the leadership of Zhang Qiling, they went down the mountain along the original route.

Along the way, Mo Jiu was acting like a spoiled child and demanded to be carried on someone's back. Zhang Qiling had no choice but to squat down and carry Mo Jiu on his back.

Hei Xia Zi laughed at Mo Jiu, saying, "How come you're already grown up but still acting like a child and wanting to be carried down the mountain? Aren't you ashamed?"

"You are jealous of me. I have a little brother on my back and you don't."

"Me?" Hei Xiazi pointed at his nose with his finger, "Jealous? Which eye of yours, Jiujiu, saw that Xia Xia was jealous?"

"I'm not jealous, but there's such a strong sour taste in your words."

“Do you know what sour tastes like?”

"You are speaking sourly now."

……

Zhang Qiling listened to the argument between the two and silently quickened his pace, not wanting Mo Jiu to get too close to Hei Xia Zi.

If these two people continue chatting, Hei Xia Zi will probably be thrown off the cliff next to him by Mo Jiu and report to the underworld.

Before they reached the foot of the mountain, the Zhang family keenly sensed that something was wrong with the temporary camp below, so they quickened their pace.

The Jiumen people carried on their backs were like an object to them, so light that it did not affect their skills at all.

As soon as they arrived at the makeshift camp, hundreds of soldiers armed with guns surrounded them.

The Zhang family members' faces turned cold, and they all gathered in a circle and looked at the soldiers vigilantly.