The footsteps suddenly stopped when they were still some distance away.
Mo Hanqing's arm around Ye Qiqi couldn't help but tighten slightly. The people appearing in the tomb at this moment didn't know whether they were enemies or friends...
In the huge side hall, after a moment of silence, the sound of tiny gems colliding was heard, and then an old voice slowly said: "Who is there?"
“…”
Mo Hanqing lowered his head and looked at Ye Qiqi's little face, whose mouth was covered by her. Her watery eyes were looking at him innocently.
"Although the placement of everything in this side hall is confusing, I remember them all." The old voice continued as he walked towards them: "Since I came in, I have been I saw someone touching my things... Heh... Or should I say... Two people came in?"
The sound of footsteps finally stopped behind the pile of gems where Mo Hanqing and the others were hiding.
"You... do you want to come out on your own, or do you want to be caught by me?" The old voice said slowly with a hint of danger.
"Gu... Gugu..."
A strange sound came from Ye Qiqi's stomach.
“…”
Mo Hanqing glared at her speechlessly.
Why is your stomach growling at this critical moment?
Ye Qiqi blinked and looked at him with a pitiful expression.
This is not something I can control. I am just hungry...
"Still not coming out?" The old voice said every word with a hint of murderous intent after hearing Ye Qiqi's stomach growl.
Mo Hanqing and Ye Qiqi looked at each other.
Can you beat it
I can give it a try.
After the two people exchanged glances, Mo Hanqing put down his hand covering Ye Qiqi's mouth, then grabbed her thin arm and stood up slowly.
The old man standing in front of a hill made of piles of gems saw the shadow behind him swaying, and instantly narrowed his eyes. He touched the sword on his waist with one hand, held his breath, and waited for what came next. People show up.
After a moment of silence.
Mo Hanqing pulled Ye Qiqi's sleeve and slowly walked out from behind the gem hill.
Seeing the two half-year-old children walking out, the old man was also stunned for a moment.
Ye Qiqi's little hand was tugging on Mo Hanqing's sleeve. Her furry little head hung on her chest, but her big, watery eyes were secretly looking at the person in front of her.
The man was wearing blue-gray cloth, with a stooped body. His gray hair was tied into a bun on his head and tied with a green hairband. His eyebrows and beard were all gray and hung down long. , just like the paintings of old birthday girls she once saw in her grandfather's study.
"Did you two break into this underground palace?" The old man asked in disbelief as if he hadn't come back to his senses yet.
"Yes." Mo Hanqing's pair of dark and deep eyes were also sizing him up silently when the old man was sizing him up.
"How did you get in??"
"Just... got lost... and fell in." Ye Qiqi looked at the old man's kind face and felt that he was very similar to his grandfather, so he replied crisply.
"Falled in??" The old man frowned slightly, seeming to think about it for a moment, and then said doubtfully: "The only place where I can fall in is the circular tunnel."