Tomb raiding: Scientists dissect the Queen Mother of the West

early morning.

In a room.

Qi Baye quickly dressed, carefully opened the wooden door, and walked outside.

However, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he encountered a familiar figure and was immediately startled.

My heart was pounding.

"Cousin, cousin, why are you up so early?"

Will we be discovered?

Given this ruthless and vicious person, will he kill me?

He regretted having the idea of ​​seeking help from the Buddha to uphold justice.

Qi Mo leaned back in his recliner, glanced at Eighth Master Qi, and said with a half-smile:

"Cousin, where do you want to go so early in the morning?"

"You wouldn't be thinking of hiring someone to deal with your cousin, would you?"

"We're relatives, is what you're doing appropriate?"

They're so disobedient; they need to be punished properly.

As an elder, he should teach the younger generation what the rules are, and as the cousin, he naturally had to fulfill this responsibility.

Master Qi swallowed hard, shook his head, and denied it:

"Cousin, you must be overthinking it."

"Why would I bring people to deal with you?"

His eyes darted around:

"Actually, I'm going to buy breakfast, cousin. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Qi Mo tapped the wooden handle of the recliner, his eyes like bottomless, icy pools, and said in a deep voice:

"Cousin, do you think I'd believe you?"

This kind of lie can't even fool a fool, so trying to fool him is just a joke!

He pondered how to punish his scheming cousin.

Master Qi's eye twitched, realizing the situation was dire, and he hurriedly explained:

"Cousin, I really just wanted to buy you breakfast."

"You're my cousin. No matter how unjust I am, I won't bring anyone to deal with you..."

Qi Mo didn't want to listen to his nonsense and interrupted:

"There's a bucket of water over there. Go and lift it up. Only put it down when you realize your mistake."

He pointed to a wooden barrel in the corner.

Following Qi Mo's finger, Master Qi saw a wooden barrel about half a person's height and swallowed hard.

He pinched his thin arms, his face full of bitterness. He couldn't lift such a heavy wooden bucket!

"Cousin, I have skinny arms and legs, it's not suitable for me..."

The mutated pheasant climbed off Qi Mo's shoulder and scurried over to Eighth Master Qi, sticking out its tongue.

Those icy eyes were fixed on Master Qi, as if they would bite him to death if he said the wrong thing.

Seeing this, Uncle Qi dared not say anything more, and quickly ran to a corner, lifted the wooden bucket, and held it above his head.

Qi Mo yawned and said slowly:

"You keep an eye on him, I'm going to sleep."

The mutated pheasant's neck seemed to understand, and it nodded.

When Master Qi saw this, his eyes widened, and he looked extremely surprised.

This snake is strange, and this person is even stranger; he's not someone you should offend.

It seems that if we can avoid offending them, we should try our best not to...

…………

An hour later.

Qi Mo walked out of the room and saw that Eighth Master Qi was covered in sweat and panting heavily. He stroked his chin and said:

"Cousin, do you realize where you went wrong?"

Master Qi nodded:

"I realize it, I realize it. I shouldn't have had such bad intentions as trying to find someone to drive my cousin away."

"I shouldn't have dared to dream of getting Buddha's backing to beat up my cousin."

"Cousin, please forgive me?"

Qi Mo smelled a strong odor of sweat and waved his hand:

"Alright, now that you've realized your mistake, put the bucket down and go back to take a cold shower."

"Wait a minute, come find me, I have something to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Master Qi beamed with joy and, despite the pain, placed the wooden bucket on the ground.

He rubbed his lower back and then his arms.

"Cousin, I'm going to take a shower now."

"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right there."

His legs went numb from standing, and he walked with a limp.

His legs seemed to belong to someone else, as if they were not under his control.

Because of the mutated pheasant's neck monitoring him, he dared not slack off and held the position for more than an hour, almost exhausting himself.

Simultaneously.

For the first time, he realized how strong his willpower was and how good his physical fitness was...

Qi Mo blinked as he watched Qi Baye's disappearing figure.

"If we give him another nudge, he won't dare to have any more ulterior motives."

"Buddha, the head of the Nine Gates and the ruler of Changsha, should also find an opportunity to meet him."

"If this person is not suitable for cooperation, then we should cooperate with the Huo family or Master Xie Jiu."

He can manufacture S-type bombs and use them as bargaining chips for cooperation; presumably, a lot of people will be willing to cooperate with him.

However, relying on outsiders is ultimately unreliable; it's better to establish a force.

Qi Mo's gaze shifted.

.........

TRAIN STATION.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded a lifeless train, preventing anyone else from approaching.

They were holding old-fashioned rifles.

The train's doors and windows were welded shut, seemingly to prevent something from escaping, which looked rather eerie.

Through the dusty windows, one could vaguely see the scene inside: a series of strangely deceased corpses sitting or lying in their seats.

Logically speaking, without someone driving the train, it's impossible for it to appear at the train station.

But it just so strangely moves on its own.

But it just so strangely moves on its own.

It also appeared at the train station in Changsha.

Not long after, a tall, handsome man with a serious expression walked into the train station.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers all saluted him.

This person was none other than Zhang Dafoye.

Master Zhang asked the train station staff a few questions, then ordered his men to open the welded-locked iron gate...

After the iron gate was opened, he went inside first.

Lieutenant Zhang quickly followed behind.

The further back in the carriages they went, the more deeply Zhang Dafoye frowned.

Most of the dead people on this train were Japanese.

Moreover, judging from their manner of death, they appeared to have died from bacterial or viral infections.

Thinking of this, he stopped and said to Zhang, the adjutant who was following closely behind:

"Send someone to invite Eighth Master over, and tell him that the Buddha has something to say to him."

"Wait, go and invite them yourself."

"And find out the background of the person who moved into his house yesterday, and what their purpose was in approaching Lao Ba."

Originally, he planned to go to Master Qi's house today and have a good chat with the person who suddenly appeared there.

To his surprise, he received a notification in the morning that something had happened at the train station, so he had to come here to deal with the situation first.

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant Zhang nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He got off the train and headed towards Master Qi's house.

…………

While taking a bath, Master Qi kept groaning and moaning, as if he were being beaten up on the ground.

Even Qi Mo, who was in the courtyard, heard everything clearly and was speechless.

Eighth Master Qi put down the towel he was using to wipe his body, muttering to himself:

"I need to figure out when these miserable days will end."

"Am I destined to be bullied by this scoundrel forever?"

He counted on his fingers, calculating in a very serious manner.

Ten seconds later.

His eyes lit up, and he became extremely excited, straightening up abruptly and forgetting all the soreness in his body.

"My benefactor, my benefactor!"

"If I'm not mistaken, this person might be my cousin's person, or perhaps a great benefactor to me!"

At this point, Master Qi's attitude towards Qi Mo had completely changed.

He calculated that Qi Mo would help him overcome several tribulations, and immediately felt that the other party was as close as a family member.

He had completely forgotten the suffering he had endured this morning, and only wanted to cultivate a good relationship with the important person.