Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 124 Laughing Gas ~ Laughing Gas ~

Qi Yu was dumbfounded when he saw Zhang Qiling jump down from the tree without hesitation after putting on his backpack. But he also felt that it made sense. Yan Huai had made too much noise. Even from a distance, people could see the distorted view and black smoke above Wangjiashan Courtyard. It would be strange if he wasn't anxious.

Are you abandoning this mission?

Zhang Qiling paused slightly upon hearing this, but then continued walking towards Yan Huai: "Mm."

"..."

Well, it's not a mandatory mission anyway. At most, the path to finding memories will be a bit more complicated and the relationship between the two will progress a bit slower. But with Yan Huai around, it shouldn't cause too much suffering.

After comforting himself, Qi Yu began to report the location as if trying to gain favor: "The master is also heading in your direction, but the Wang family's mountain courtyard was burned down. Apart from a few people who stayed behind to fight the fire and check the situation, most of them are moving towards the back mountain, including the head of the Wang family."

In other words, he might encounter...

A thoughtful look flashed in Zhang Qiling's eyes. He subconsciously stopped in his tracks, then turned around and hid behind a tree, reaching out to open the backpack Yan Huai had given him.

On top are food, all sorts of...snacks, and then water.

Zhang Qiling had a feeling that this was indeed the case, but now he wasn't concerned about the advantages of compressed biscuits compared to snacks, but rather about the so-called equipment that Yan Huai had left him.

The metal box contained a signal flare, a rope of unknown material, a grappling hook that had clearly never been used, a solid iron rod, a tinderbox, and a pistol...

These are all normal, but what's the purpose of putting out oxygen masks?

Zhang Qiling gripped the oxygen mask tube and pulled it out rather roughly, causing a compressed gas cylinder at the bottom of her backpack to roll out of the gap.

What is "......"?

"It's nitrous oxide, also known as laughing gas. The master learned it from Wu Sansheng when he was in Changsha last time. He said that at room temperature, this stuff has a mild anesthetic effect. And this canister is a compressed, upgraded version, which can make the gas effective within a diameter of at least twenty meters when it explodes!"

Qi Yu's proud explanation made Zhang Qiling purse his lips. He probably understood Yan Huai's thoughts. Although apart from the black gold ancient sword in his hand, nothing in the bag was enough to support him in a direct confrontation with the Wang family, in Yan Huai's plan, he was originally there to provide backup. Moreover, if he hadn't planned to come, he might not have even seen the Wang family.

So... accept your fate! Make the most of everything.

Seeing Zhang Qiling neatly bowing his head to prepare, Qi Yu sighed inwardly that his master knew how to amuse people. Of course, he also had to thank Wu Sansheng for his generosity and arrogance. In addition to allowing Yan Huai to reap many benefits, he also learned those tricks. The only drawback was that the main cost was a bit high.

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This is a winding path. Due to the influence of the terrain and feng shui, the lush green grass on both sides of the path is unfathomable. And in the dense forest at the far end of the path, the light is even more sparse. If it were your first time here, you would never guess that there is a 30-meter-deep underground palace beneath this dense forest.

A few kilometers away, fires still burned on the cliff where a mountain retreat was built, but closer by, an orderly procession was walking into the dense forest.

Before the team could react, a thin rope sprang up from the middle of the line, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, the grass on the left trembled slightly, accompanied by the crisp sound of an iron rod striking a steel can, revealing the true appearance of the green-painted can.

boom--

Unexpected gunfire rang out, and the compressed gas cylinder was pierced by a bullet while it was being moved.

As for the instigator, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing an ugly oxygen mask with a peaceful and relaxed expression. He could hear the uncontrollable hysterical laughter coming from not far away. Then, he gripped the knife in his hand again and let the sigh dissipate in the laughter.

Who would have thought that someone who had once been their test subject would so easily lie in ambush on the only way into the back mountain?

Anyway, the Wang family can't figure it out. If you have the chance, go ask Wang Jue... oh no, let's ask Yan Huai! He's the mole!