Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Let's go! To the camp, have someone skin the big weasels, I want the meat."

Also, I'll collect the items dropped by the Shadow Cavalry and take some with me.

As Ji Haobo walked and talked, Ji Qiankun immediately instructed Wei Guo to make arrangements upon returning to the camp.

"Wait, many soldiers outside are seriously injured. Take this bottle of medicine and use it sparingly; we don't have any left."

"This, Xiao Bo, you..."

Seeing this, Ji Qiankun, with an uncertain expression, tried to remind him that some secrets should not be revealed casually, otherwise there would be big trouble.

But Ji Haobo raised an eyebrow, waved his hand dismissively, and said:

"I know what you're trying to say. Since I haven't hidden anything from you, I'm not afraid of others finding out."

In this world, I fear no individual, no force, not even a nation.

He's still exaggerating a bit now, but didn't he make a fortune tonight?

As long as he draws something else, he'll be fearless of any threat, just like he said.

And even now, it's impossible for them to bombard him with planes and artillery!

As for small-scale encirclements and suppressions, are explosives and the like just for show when it comes to his spiritual sense?

His "Embracing the Elixir" technique is unmatched by anyone of the same level in any martial arts world.

The biggest difference is physical fitness; their explosive power is only a few thousand kilograms.

His usual strength has never been specifically tested, but it is at least five or six thousand jin, and only the dead know how terrifying it is when it explodes.

The people inside the tent were utterly shocked by his outrageously arrogant words; they didn't think he was just boasting.

After all, the fighting power of that inhuman creature not long ago was already unbelievable.

Ji Haobo ignored their shocked expressions and instructed Elder Ji:

Go and get some bowls.

"You kid..."

Seeing his imperious manner, Old Ji almost cursed again, but when Biaozi's huge head suddenly popped in, he immediately fell silent.

Ji Haobo took out a pressure cooker, looked at everyone, and said calmly:

"You're all deficient in qi and blood, so eat more later."

As he spoke, he took a bowl from the sullen old man Ji, filled it with meat, and began to eat it by himself.

"Gudong..."

The others couldn't help but swallow their saliva as they smelled the aroma wafting from his bowl.

"This...this smells so good!"

Old Master Ji wanted to start chopping the meat immediately, but he was holding a bowl when Ji Qiankun beat him to it.

The people behind him didn't respect the elderly or care for the young. It's pitiful that an old man like him couldn't compete with the young people, even if they were physically weak.

This made him swallow hard, extremely anxious, fearing he would be beaten up.

Seeing this, Ji Haobo shook his head with amusement and teased:

"Don't worry, there's more than you can imagine inside, and with your old bones and limbs, you can only barely eat one bowl."

Eat slowly later, don't end up crying later, don't blame me for not warning you."

"puff…"

Upon hearing this, the group of people who were eating almost spat out their food, had they not been afraid of wasting it.

Old Master Ji completely ignored what he was saying, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes with a satisfied look. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was eating dragon meat!

After watching for a short while, I saw others finishing bowl after bowl, while I only ate half a bowl and felt hot all over.

I suddenly felt a bit annoyed, so I had no choice but to talk to distract myself.

"Kid, since you treated me to dinner, I'll tell you about Dragon Ball."

Legend has it that in some auspicious feng shui locations, if a true dragon vein is located there, the earth's energy will converge there and form a dragon pearl.

Many large tombs contain those ghostly things because of the dragon's energy, but it gets polluted and turns into yin energy.

Finding a pure Dragon Ball these days is harder than climbing to heaven.

Throughout history, countless auspicious sites have been polluted by bastards seeking immortality, so much so that even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the 94th Bureau had to be established to clean up their messes.

Ji Haobo ignored his rambling, as if he couldn't understand the meaning behind his words, and just continued eating meat without responding.

"Boy..."

Old Master Ji wanted to say something more, but Ji Haobo interrupted him without any politeness.

"Don't give me that nonsense about 'with great power comes great responsibility.' The world won't end just because someone is missing."

There was no one who wanted to wield this knife before, and there will be no one in the future. I don't have a good temper like Zhang Menzi.

Anyone who schemes against me, I'll flip the table, because I have the power to do so.

Old Master Ji was so angered by his words that he cursed back:

"You bastard, with the Ji family around, who would dare to plot against you?"

Ji Haobo waved his hand, took out a cigar, puffed on it, glanced at him, and said slowly:

"Don't mention the Ji family to me. No matter how powerful you are, you still have to follow the rules."

But I'm different. I don't need to, because my rules are my rules. If they don't mess with me, fine, but if anyone causes me trouble, I'll kill their whole family.

Those inside the tent were taken aback by his domineering words and gasped in shock.

"Fuck you! You're awesome! You're amazing!" Old Ji stopped talking and thought to himself that this wasn't so bad.

With such a killing god outside, who wouldn't give the Ji family some leeway?

Although he said he didn't acknowledge his relatives, he was clearly not heartless or hateful. Otherwise, why would he have appeared tonight and brought out these things?

The next morning, Ji Haobo rode Biaozi back to the village, but before leaving, he looked at Zhang Qilin and said calmly:

"You can come to me if you need anything in the future. You are a good person, just like me."

Good people shouldn't be treated like that. Good people should be rewarded; otherwise, the world is filthy and needs to be cleansed!

Some of the Ji family members understood and their pupils contracted, while others looked at each other in confusion.

Zhang Qilin didn't speak, but just watched his departing figure, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

When Ji Haobo returned, Lao Hu and the others rushed forward and asked curiously:

"Master Bo, what happened at Niuxin Mountain last night?"

"Heh! What else could it be? A whole bunch of weasels and ghosts, but I killed most of them."

Ji Haobo briefly explained the situation to them, then turned to look at the already packed luggage before bidding farewell to the old Party Secretary's family.

"Old Party Secretary, we're heading back now. Next year, when the weather's nice, I'll have Fatty pick you and your family up for a trip to Kyoto."

Fatty Wang nodded quickly, beaming as he said:

"Yes, yes, I'll take you to see Tiananmen Square and visit the old emperors' former residence, hahaha!"

"Alright, alright, thank you all, Xiao Bo and Xiao Wang. I'll have Tie Niu borrow an oxcart to take you outside."

The wrinkles on the old Party Secretary's face were as wide as chrysanthemums as he smiled.

Ji Haobo and the others left just like that. Before leaving, he left some money for train tickets and food, and put the rest of more than a thousand yuan on the table in the room.

They are not short of money, but the old Party Secretary's family is not well-off. These days, the group has been eating and drinking, which has cost a lot. We can't let them be embarrassed during the Spring Festival this year.