Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Ji Haobo noticed that the number of card draw points on the panel had increased yesterday, all of which came from Zhang Menzi's side, indicating that they had encountered trouble.

"Brother Bo, what are you doing standing at the door? Aren't you going to the orphanage?"

Yingzi and Aning, who were on their way to the company, saw him looking up at the distant sky and couldn't help but walk over out of curiosity.

Then Yi Nanfeng and Shengshengman came out, leaving only three fresh recruits who were exhausted and still sleeping.

"What's going on?"

"It's alright, you guys go ahead and get busy!"

Ji Haobo smiled and waved his hand, then kissed them on the forehead.

"However, I need to go to Motuo. Zhang Menzi might not be in any trouble. I'll tell Xue Li and the others when they get up."

"Then be careful, and come back quickly."

Yi Nanfeng and the others nodded, exchanged glances, and then each kissed him on the cheek, leaving several lip prints.

Ji Haobo didn't think much of it, and naturally didn't know about the mark on his face. He waved to the women and then soared into the sky, transforming into a golden light and disappearing into the distance.

"Nanfeng, do you think Brother Bo will feel embarrassed if people see him like this?"

"What's so embarrassing about it? The mark we left on him is something we can brag about in front of others, hahaha..."

At this time, Zhang Menzi and his group were indeed in big trouble, being hunted down by the Wang family and the Zhang family traitors Zhang Nian and Zhang Jiuri.

In addition, Zhang Haike and his gang were also watching them from the sidelines.

But these things are nothing compared to the fact that Zhang Menzi and his group received help from the Hidden Sand People.

The real trouble is that the bronze door here has been exposed and blown open by several groups of people using explosives in a directional blast.

The yin energy inside surged out and reacted violently with the yang energy of the present world, instantly creating a terrifying phenomenon on the top of the Himalayas.

"We're doomed... Bai Mian, you need to find a way to call Master Bo right now, or we're all doomed!"

Erpang paced anxiously back and forth as he watched the thick, dark clouds in the sky, which were visibly forming a swirling storm.

"Damn it, do you think I didn't want to? But where am I?"

Wu Xie was equally anxious and shouted impatiently:

"This is the Himalayas, a valley at an altitude of over 7,000 meters! Not to mention whether there are telephones, even if there were, there would be no signal."

Moreover, with that terrifying phenomenon appearing in the sky, let alone our inability to escape;

The Wang family members and the other two groups were also trapped and died; everyone could only wait to be buried by the snow.

Panzi, seeing them still arguing, was so angry he was jumping up and down. He looked at the two of them with a helpless expression and said:

"Hey! Third Master, please stop arguing. If this storm gets bad, we can just find a cave to hide in."

But the people of Yinshaluo say that those golden ball worms will spread to the outside world with the storm, which would be an absolute disaster.

They're preparing for a desperate battle in the mountains with their entire tribe; let's hurry and stop them!

"I'll go!"

Zhang Menzi, who had been silent all along, got up and walked towards the group of Yinshalu people who had gathered there.

When those people saw Zhang Menzi coming over, they all turned around and looked at him with resolute expressions.

"Zhang Qilin, the day foretold has arrived, and it is time for me, Yin Sha Luo, to fulfill my mission..."

"You don't need to go."

Zhang Menzi interrupted the old woman directly, calmly saying:

"Even without those golden ball worms, there's still the Yama riding a corpse with countless hands and eyes, and even something else might come from inside the bronze door."

We can neither stop it nor escape it. All we can do now is protect ourselves and wait!

"Wait...wait?"

The old woman was taken aback by what she heard, while the rest of the Hidden Sands looked at Zhang Menzi with scrutinizing eyes, wondering if he was afraid of dying.

"That's right, it's all about waiting. If my friend gets here, he can stop it all, so all we need to do is protect ourselves and wait for him."

Zhang Menzi's words made these people doubtful, but they weren't really that reckless and fearless; if they could live, who would want to die!

So in the end, these Hidden Sand People were persuaded because it was Zhang Qilin who made the proposal; if it had been someone else, they wouldn't have bothered with it.

Erpang walked to the side, glanced at the dispersed Hidden Sand People, and muttered in a low voice:

"Hey, do you think Master Bo will really come? He can't predict the future."

Zhang Menzi glanced at him but did not answer, simply sitting quietly at the crossroads leading to the camp.

"White flour, you say..."

Seeing that he wouldn't stop, Wu Xie couldn't help but glare at him and said irritably:

"What are you talking about? What nonsense! Besides hoping that Master Bo will magically appear out of nowhere, do you have any other options right now?"

"Uh... I don't think so, anyway, I can't think of any way."

Having been rebuffed, Erpang chuckled awkwardly and sat down to the side, looking up at the sky.

"Fatty, I heard from Third Master that Master Bo placed a Heavenly Coffin Blessing on you, which not only dispels the curse but also has the function of protecting you and warding off evil. Tell me, is it really that magical?"

Pan Zi suddenly sat down next to him, asking with a face full of curiosity, knowing that the curse on him was still there!

Although I haven't felt any pain or discomfort during this period, I've never felt at ease. Sometimes I even dream that my descendants are cursing me.

"Hey! Of course, the Heavenly Official's Blessing is really awesome, let me tell you!"

"After doing this line of work for a long time, your body gets eroded by yin energy and corpse energy. I don't have any problems now, but when I get old...blah blah blah..."

While they waited, several groups of people in the mountains were arguing and ready to fight.

"Zhang Haihe, all the Hidden Sea Flowers have been destroyed by Zhang Qilin and his men. If you want to revive your wife, the only way is to break through the Bronze Gate."

A man with a sinister face, his expression full of schadenfreude and mockery.

Zhang Haihe's face was ashen as he looked at Zhang Nian and snorted coldly:

"Hmph! Whether I try to break through the bronze gate or not is none of your business, Zhang Nian, you traitor to the Zhang family."

He didn't want to go, but the mere thought of the King of Hell riding a corpse after being awakened was enough to make him despair.

Even the Miluotuo and the eerie ghosts in the cave are an insurmountable obstacle.

Moreover, the hole blasted out of the bronze door was constantly spewing out eerie energy; even a fool would know that it was no place to be benevolent.

"Heh... I'm a traitor? And what are you? What are those people who hide away and live a quiet life?"

Zhang Nian shrugged dismissively, letting out a mocking sneer:

"Ha... The Zhang family? Only that idiot Zhang Qilin is taken seriously. He silently endures everything for the sake of the family. Look at the family patriarch, how comfortable his secluded life is!"

"Enough! Zhang Nian, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Their argument annoyed Zhang Jiu Ri, who was standing nearby. His face darkened as he watched the eye of the storm gradually appear in the sky.

"A blizzard is coming soon, and those golden ball worms might spread everywhere. Should we find somewhere to take shelter?"

Not only him, but also the sixty or seventy mercenaries from both sides, and more than a dozen members of the Wang family, began to get impatient.

Some of these people wanted to grab the golden ball, others wanted to explore the bronze gate, and still others wanted to capture Yama riding a corpse or collect its samples; in short, they all had their own ulterior motives.