Wu Laogou shook his head inwardly.
If they went back to their old ways, how would they ever go legitimate? Rather than struggling with their old bones, it was better to be stable like him.
After Zhang Tian finished speaking, everyone seemed very excited.
After all, embarking on the grave-robbing business was definitely something worth celebrating.
"Then, sect leader, can we go now?" Xie Lianhuan asked from the side.
His gaze fell on Zhang Tian.
"Naturally, but remember what I said, we cannot delay the group's development, and do not touch the relics inside." Zhang Tian said softly.
Xie Lianhuan nodded, already calculating in his mind.
After a few more instructions, Zhang Tian got up and left the conference room.
"Elder Wu, we really have you to thank this time. If it weren't for you, we might not have known the sect leader was so supportive!"
"Hahaha, Elder Wu, thank you so much this time." A group of people surrounded Wu Laogou, talking incessantly.
No one expected Zhang Tian to make such a complete reversal in the end. He had actually agreed directly, which was something no one present had anticipated.
Wu Laogou sat in his chair, a faint smile on his face.
"Actually, I already knew about this. The sect leader was just testing you all," Wu Laogou said faintly. "I didn't expect you to be so disappointing."
The people around him were momentarily speechless. They looked at each other, and then continued to chatter endlessly around Wu Laogou.
Zhang Tian walked out of the group, unsure if his decision was right. However, one thing was certain: operating as a group would be faster than operating as a gang. And it involved more targets.
"No, why should it be called group crime? We are the Xia Kingdom Cultural Relics Protection Organization," Zhang Tian shook his head, casting aside the strange thought.
In the quadrangle, Fatty, Lao Hu, and Zhang Qilin were all sitting in the courtyard. Zhang Qilin looked around, seemingly trying to recall something.
"Lao Hu, why did the boss tell us to postpone our departure?" Fatty asked from under a tree, looking at the setting sun. In Fatty's heart, his second brother was more important than many things.
"There's a reason for not going, so why are you guessing wildly?" Hu Bayi glared at Fatty, who pouted and then shut his mouth.
"Have you noticed that every time we go into a tomb, it's Brother Zhang who finds the route and the location of the tomb?" Shirley Yang said from the side. "And this time, Brother Zhang is deliberately delaying, probably to find the tomb's location first, or to get to the exact destination after reaching Xizang."
Hu Bayi nodded slowly. "Yang is right, Fatty. Every time we go down into a tomb, it's basically the sect leader who finds it. So, this time, finding out about Second Brother will definitely take time."
Fatty slapped his thigh. His chubby face twitched a little. "Damn it, no wonder the boss wanted that time to go. So that's how it is. As expected, the boss is our dragon-finding ruler." Fatty said, a little excited.
Zhang Qilin sat to the side, looking at the moon in the sky. "Where do I come from?" Zhang Qilin's cold voice came. His gaze fell on Hu Bayi and the others, as if trying to find an answer. He knew in his heart that he couldn't have just appeared at Li Xueqin's house; he must have come from somewhere else. He just didn't know.
"Second Brother, we don't know either. You were brought here by the boss. You are the boss's brother, and you are our brother too," Fatty shook his head and then added.
Zhang Qilin nodded and said nothing more. He sat on the stone bench and slowly put on his hat.
"Clang." The gate of the quadrangle was opened. Zhang Tian's figure slowly walked in.
"Is everyone alright?" Zhang Tian seemed a little surprised to see everyone sitting together.
"Boss, you're back! Fatty missed you to death." Fatty said, about to give Zhang Tian a big hug. But Zhang Tian skillfully dodged it.
"I'm going back first. I still have some things to do." Zhang Tian said, intending to go back to his room to cultivate. He had just learned something and needed to consolidate his cultivation.
"Wait." Just as Zhang Tian was not far away, Zhang Qilin spoke. His gaze fell on Zhang Tian. With just one look, Zhang Tian seemed to understand something.
"Come with me." Saying that, the two walked into the house.
"Will something happen between the boss and second brother? Should we go and see?" Fatty whispered when Zhang Tian left.
"Fatty, don't be so nosy," Shirley Yang said from the side.
"Nosy? What's that? I only know about Lao Hu's gossip." Fatty said, and then quickly ran over. Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang exchanged a look and had no choice but to follow.
Inside the house.
"I know what you want to ask." Zhang Tian said, looking at Zhang Qilin. Zhang Qilin stood behind Zhang Tian, his black robe seeming to disappear into the darkness.
"I don't know your background either. When I met you, you were with Wu Tianzhen. Later, I promised to help you find your memories, so you've been following us until you have so many brothers," Zhang Tian said softly. Zhang Qilin's gaze flickered in the darkness. He looked at Zhang Tian's eyes and didn't ask further, because he knew Zhang Tian was telling the truth. Zhang Tian had no reason to lie to him.
"So, are you willing to follow us again and search for memories together?" Zhang Tian extended his hand. The sun set, and the moonlight peeled back the clouds. Zhang Tian's hand, illuminated by the moonlight, looked a bit pale. Looking at Zhang Tian's eyes, Zhang Qilin slowly extended his hand. His hand landed on Zhang Tian's again. The two reached an understanding.
"I didn't expect second brother to be adopted." Fatty muttered, "No wonder second brother doesn't look like the boss."
"Fatty, it's time to go. Second brother is still second brother. You have such a big curiosity," Hu Bayi grabbed Fatty's ear and pulled him away from Zhang Tian's window.
"Did you find any clues?" Zhang Qilin asked Zhang Tian.
"Clues?" Zhang Tian was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something. He nodded. "I found a few. We'll talk about it when we go. I'm going into seclusion now." Zhang Tian said. Zhang Qilin nodded and then left Zhang Tian's small room. Zhang Tian looked at his retreating back and sighed inwardly. If only Zhang Qilin didn't have this curse. Perhaps they could have lived together then. If he could solve the ultimate mystery, Zhang Tian would feel his life was not in vain. Shaking his head, he cast aside the distracting thoughts and began to meditate on the ground, consolidating his cultivation. At the same time, he wanted to see if he could further his mastery of Qi Men Dun Jia. Thus, time passed quickly. A month later, Beili was unusually lively. The Xie family held a martial arts tournament in Beili City to find their lost servant. Countless people gathered around the arena, watching the contestants. On one side of the arena sat Xie Lianhuan and the others. Their purpose was not for the servant, but to assemble a grave-robbing team.