Tomb Robbery: If Hei Ye has the ability, don't fight back

The loud and high-pitched sound of the suona is filled with the sorrow of the world, and it only stops when night falls.

The once beautiful child now had pale lips and a thin figure kneeling in front of the flickering fire.

The beautiful child who was kneeling and burning paper money suddenly stood up and walked to the altar where offerings were placed. He picked up a piece of cake and started eating. He ate very quickly. The cake that had been stored for a long time was dry and choking, but his expression was calm, as if he was having a normal lunch.

"This is a perfect time for bleeding!"

As if realizing that his voice was a little hoarse, the white hand took another apple.

The curling smoke, dancing flames, and the crisp sound of biting apples created a strange atmosphere in the mourning hall.

The power line seemed to have suddenly tripped, and the entire Jie Mansion was plunged into darkness, with only a faint flickering firelight remaining, bright and dimming.

The figure that sneaked in did not notice his target at the first moment. It was not until the moment he fell that he noticed the figure approaching silently.

It pierced the heart directly from bottom to top along the gap between the ribs. The little man landed silently and lightly on the ground. Without any hesitation, he slightly turned sideways and wiped the neck of the fallen person.

In the dim and flickering firelight, the petite figure took cover from the invader's body, moving flexibly and harvesting the invader's life at an extremely fast speed.

But he was still a child after all, with limited physical strength, and there were too many assassins.

The little man tried hard to control his breathing, his eyes were firm and his purpose was clear. The more people he killed, the more money he earned.

The man with a calm face already felt his strength disappearing, and the sharp blade was coming towards him. The little man who raised his hand to block it was not strong enough. Seeing the weapon going straight for his neck, the little man with a calm face as always simply gave up blocking the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed it directly into the opponent's lungs. Even though he knew the chances were slim, he still tried to move sideways.

"Ding!"

An extremely tiny impact sound stopped the dangerous blade and ensured that a huge hole was not pierced in the slender neck.

No one spoke from the beginning to the end. There was only blood all over the ground and people retreating cautiously. The child was as pretty as a doll in a painting, and her eyes were filled with a calmness and concentration that did not match her age.

In the boundless moonlit night, two figures stood outside the door.

One with a calm gaze and a hood on his head.

A man in black clothes, black pants and black sunglasses, with a casual posture and a smile on his face.

The two men turned a blind eye to the blood all over the ground and each took a stick of incense and lit it.

Hei Ye put the incense in place and turned to the alert child beside him, waving his hand, "Hey, capable little beauty."

"I am the head of the Xie family, Xie Yuchen. I wonder why you two are here?" The Xie family head was still young, and there was a trace of scarlet on his face. It was unclear whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood. He was obviously exhausted, but he still stood straight tenaciously.

Admiration flashed in Hei Ye's eyes. What a beautiful crabapple tree.

"Oh! I'm so sorry to bother you so late at night, Patriarch Xie. We two prefer the deep dark night. When we have nothing to do, we just look at the stars and bask in the moonlight. We just happened to be passing by and wanted to say farewell to you."

Hei Ye spoke a lot eloquently, and the head of the Jie family took his words seriously. Although he was young, his IQ was definitely much higher than that of ordinary people.

The Xie family's Patriarch bowed earnestly in return, then stood up straight and asked, "And then?"

"Then, then, in the middle of the night, you see we are blind and mute, I wonder if you can give us a bite to eat? Don't worry, our commission is not expensive, it is just the first-class level in the underworld," Hei Xiazi said while supporting the altar with one hand, and then picked up a piece of cake, "Master Jiu, I am hungry too, let me have some of your cake!"

After saying that, Hei Xiazi picked up a plate of cakes and found a place to sit down, completely ignoring the dead bodies on the ground and the pungent smell of blood. "Ah, I'm old, and I get hungry in the middle of the night. By the way, our requirements are not high, just food and shelter. Patriarch Xie, don't worry, the two of us will not take up space and will not be an eyesore. A few corners will be enough for us."

While eating, Hei Ye casually handed a plate to the mute Zhang next to him. The situation was very chaotic. The corpse-eating pill was eaten by the person who came to replace it, which means that all major forces have tasted the corpse-eating pill and eaten it. Of course they have to go back to rescue it, or test it. Anyway, the people of Jiumen took the opportunity to escape, lost, and died. So Nan Xia and Bei Ya didn't care about eating too much, and hurried to repay the last kindness to the only seedling of the Jie family. No matter what, Jie Jiuye also lent a helping hand back then.

The expression on the childish face didn't change much. His bright eyes glanced at the hands of the silent man, then looked at the man who was chattering away while eating snacks. "It's my honor to hire the famous Nan Xia Bei Ya."

Both parties reached an agreement that satisfied them, leaving only blood on the ground under the sunny sun, oh, and empty snack plates.

When people with different thoughts came again, only the quiet head of the Jie family continued to burn paper slowly.

The sticky and smelly blood had nowhere to hide in the sunlight. The entire mourning hall looked like a crime scene, with blood splattered everywhere from all angles, except for the human body model drawn with white chalk.

"Xie Yuchen, what are you doing? The mourning hall is so bloody!" The speaker was a distant relative of the Xie family who was not related at all but thought he had some status.

The people who actually sent people to do bad things didn't dare to step forward for a while. After all, they sent so many people, but no one came back. At this time, there was only blood on the ground, and no corpses were seen. Those who didn't understand the situation for a while didn't dare to step forward, and it happened that the fool was the first to step forward.

"It's nothing serious, it's just how lonely it is to be alone on the road to the underworld! It's more lively when there are more people on the road together." Xie Yuchen, who was burning paper slowly, had long put away the indelible sadness in his eyes. He had a calmness and indifference beyond his age.

The delicate little face tilted slightly, "If you want to accompany me, I can also give you a ride."

The distant relative was about to speak when he was suddenly pulled by someone. Then he noticed that there was a slender and sharp dagger stained with blood next to the pile of paper money.

"I say, you little brat, stop trying to scare people with these empty tricks. Children should do what they want. They should drink milk when they should be fed and play in the mud when they should be playing in the mud! Occupying a position that you shouldn't be in can easily lead to premature death."

"Hey, don't scare the kids! But children still deserve a perfect childhood, so it would be nice if they could develop some hobbies."

"Haha, a sissy who sings opera..."

Just as the cannon was fired, a sharp nine-clawed hook flew in from the outside and directly covered the head of the person who dared to talk nonsense. "Are you talking about me?"

The question flashed through everyone's mind: When did you start singing opera?

"What? Do you still want to laugh at me for not being good at my craft?" The Fourth Master looked at the fool who asked the question sinisterly.

The fool looked at the falling head and the splattering blood. His legs gave way and he knelt down. He started slapping himself in the face, "I'm talking nonsense. I'm a bad mouth. I'm talking nonsense. I'm a bad mouth."

"Go out, don't make noise here." Xie Yuchen said lightly.

The Fourth Master picked a stool at random and sat down. He neither burned incense nor moved. He just sat there nonchalantly drinking tea in the midst of the bloody atmosphere.