Chapters (2) and (1), cynicism

hung up Miao Qingyun's phone, asked Cheng if he was really worried about leaving Mo Jiajia at home alone, prepared a mask, sunglasses, scarf, and thick coat for Mo Jiajia, and took her out to make a bus with her, and rushed to the small park where the ancient tomb was found.

A cordon had been set up around the small park, and two ambulances were parked on the side of the road, and next to them were four or five stretchers side by side, on which lay six people with blue and purple faces, who seemed to have been poisoned.

Six small oxygen tanks stood above their heads, and each had an oxygen mask placed on their mouth and nose; Even oxygen infusion can't change their sick faces.

Ask Orange rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at the people lying on the ground, and did not find any external injuries on their bodies, but they were all filled with a faint layer of black mist.

The black mist was so faint that it was almost impossible to see, and as soon as someone reached out to check on the wounded, it suddenly coalesced and crawled down the sleeves of the medical staff's clothes like snakes towards them.

Some black fog will also be like octopuses, slowly extending many tentacles, wrapping around onlookers on the side of the road, clinging to and hooking up on their ankles.

It's the first time I've seen Orange in a weird situation, so I can only hold the bronze sword and ask Kenshin:

"Kenshin, are these people really inhaling too much carbon dioxide, maybe they were harmed by the things in the tomb?"

"Well, it's entangled in death gas, it should be that the soul of the soldier who has turned into an evil spirit has been cut off, and he has become a ghost, helping the things in the tomb to absorb nutrients."

Kenshin flew out of the sword, squatted beside the wounded, grabbed a wisp of black mist's tentacles casually, held it in his hand and pulled it, and found that the mist suddenly retracted and wrapped more thickly, and because of his sudden intervention, the process of black mist supply was disrupted, and the supply line connected to the wounded and the tomb was exposed for a second.

Kenshin immediately waved his hand and cut off the supply line, and the faces of the six injured people instantly eased a lot, and one of them's eyelids moved a little, showing signs of waking up, and the medical staff immediately surrounded him for first aid.

Kenshin took the bronze sword and retreated to ask Orange, and asked Orange to ask Kenshin in a whisper: "What is a ghost?"

"Have you ever heard of it for the tiger?" Kenshin took a deep breath and thought of an easy-to-understand principle for Ask Cheng to explain.

"I've heard that a tiger eats someone and detains someone's soul to help him harm someone, and if you kill one, you can redeem your soul and reincarnate."

"That's right, that's the principle, that guy is hooking down, and everyone who has entered the tomb is hooked by him to a supply line on the soul, which can not only absorb the nutrients on their bodies and drag them to death, but also use their desire to survive to others, hook more prey and suck the yang energy on their bodies."

As soon as Kenshin gave an explanation, he asked Orange to retreat immediately:

"This is too powerful, there must be a 10,000-year-old demon in the tomb, even the instinct of survival can be used, I definitely can't do it, we have already been here, let's withdraw quickly."

"The more we retreat, the more we have to face difficulties at this time, so as not to disappoint the ancestors of the Mo family."

Mo Jiajia, who had been silent on the side, heard that Wen Cheng was about to withdraw, grabbed Wen Cheng's arm and squeezed into the crowd.

"What are you doing, cross the line, hurry back, it's dangerous here, please keep your distance."

The guards at the cordon saw the two girls holding hands and squeezing into the cordon, and immediately spoke out to stop them from advancing.

"North China Mojia Mo asked orange to be invited to check here."

Mo Jiajia straightened her waist very imposingly, and told her identity for Wen Cheng, and the guards glanced at Mo Jiajia and said mockingly:

"Are you really Mo Wencheng, how afraid of being embarrassed are you hiding your head and covering your face, or is Mo Wencheng looking down on this little job and not wanting to show up, so he found someone to replace him"

As soon as these words came out, Ask Orange's fighting spirit came up, and he carried a bronze sword to Mo Jiajia and was tough with the guard:

"Look at me, I'm the Mo family in North China, this is my assistant, which family are you so low-eyed, you can't even recognize the current family members of Qiyuan's hometown, and you deserve to be a cordon."

The trouble of asking the orange alarmed the people in the cordon, and he didn't even expect to ask the orange himself, and his words offended all the people in the line.

It's just an ordinary ancient tomb that is suspected of being a ghost, and there is no real ghost appearing, and there are no casualties, except for Mo Wencheng who came in person, the other six families of all the subordinates, this guard is also because of the fire in the heart of the subordinates of the first six families, so he took the orange out of anger, but he didn't expect to run into the main boss kicking the iron plate.

"Yo, who should I be so rampant, isn't this the current heir of the Mo family in North China, Mo Wencheng, is the Mo family so poor, and the head of the family still needs to go into battle in person"

The person sent by the Mo family was a woman with flaming red lips and sour lips, and after glancing at Mo Wencheng, she began to sneer at the Mo family.

"I've always heard that the bronze sword of the Mo family has become scrap metal, and the head of the family is a waste who doesn't know how to use a sword at all, and today he still came with a sword, so he didn't use it as an ornament, and when he went down to the tomb and saw something, he would be scared and turn his head and run."

The people sent by the Zuo family were also very sour, and they completely looked down on Mo Wencheng.

The rest of the families also echoed the voice, deliberately embarrassing the orange.

"Why do they have such a big opinion about me"

Ask Cheng whispered to Kenshin beside her, she didn't understand why the subordinates sent by each family were fighting against her, she and they were obviously meeting for the first time, even if she had just taught the guards something hard to get them in the way.

"This kind of thing didn't come from the head of the family himself, you wouldn't know about it."

Mo Jiajia also whispered in response to ask Orange.

"I don't know, Miao Qingyun asked me to come, I came, you didn't tell me when I pulled you out, you were also going to pull me to break in just now, why can't you come now"

Ask Orange if he really doesn't understand these inexplicable rules, and he is a newcomer at all, and he doesn't even know who to listen to.

"I thought it was a death just now, and I also wanted to come out to relax, I didn't refuse if you pulled me, but now it seems that there should only be a few unconscious people, no casualties, let's go back."

Mo Jiajia pulled Wen Cheng and wanted to go back, Jian Xin grabbed Wen Cheng's arm and asked her:

"Their words are so ugly, aren't you ready to fight back?"

"How to fight back against what they said is right, it's me who doesn't understand what messy rules this is, since you can't come, then let's go, anyway, there are many people and there is no shortage of me to die."

Asking Orange pondered that since he could go, who cared about what was in the tomb, and hurried to leave, he acquiesced to those mockery.

"That's what you think, then you can get out"

Kenshin angrily stuffed the bronze sword back into Wen Cheng's hand, waved his sleeve and disappeared.

"Hey, he's still angry, why is he angry, my victim of ridicule has confessed, he's angry with me about this"

Seeing that Jian Xin had such a big temper, he was holding the bronze sword and was not ready to leave, so he turned around and crossed the cordon and rushed to everyone.