Chapter 544 Treasure Hunt
"Has that one come? Where is it?"
"Over there."
"It finally came, which made the uncle wait for a while."
"Let me borrow it, let Mr. Zhu go..."
People enthusiastically gave way to Zhu Fei, so that he could see You Xiahan on the Taoist platform at a glance.
The fat man followed him and whispered, "Bamboo pole, your odds are very high!" I bet 3,000 taels on you. If you win, we will send it..."
"Shut up!" Zhu Fei and You Xiahan looked at each other from afar and frowned, "Why is this little girl?"
"Is it that you are not sure? Or can't you do it because there is a woman on the other side? Bamboo pole, don't do this. If you lose, you won't have the face to see Miss Xiaofeng--"
"Cry!"
Zhu Fei pulled his sword out of the sheath and said coldly, "If you want to say another nonsense, I will cut off your tongue first!"
The fat man shut his mouth knowingly.
Zhu Fei no longer cares about him and strode to the stage.
Raindrops poured down in the sky, but before they touched his clothes, they were cut open by the sword and sprinkled on both sides. The smoke cloud sword emitted a glorious light, cutting the rain wires into fog, and surrounding him, like a wave of lake smoke. This is the origin of the name of the smoke cloud sword!
When the people next to him saw his posture, they couldn't help whispering:
"Is this the legendary smoke cloud sword? It's really elegant!"
"Although Mr. Zhu's reputation is not as good as Tianjian He Lianshan, he is also a leader of the younger generation. I don't think the little girl in Yandang Mountain may be better than him..."
"Hey, isn't it up to you to win or not? Didn't you see Ge Xinglie next to you?"
You Xiahan held his sword, got up, looked down at Zhu Fei, who was approaching, and said, "You are finally here."
"Are you going to fight with me?" Zhu Fei stopped a few feet away from the Taoist platform and frowned, "Why didn't He Lianshan come? There won't be only women left in Yandang Mountain, right?
"You don't need a man to deal with you." You Xiahan sneered, "If you want to challenge Brother He, beat me, the little girl first!"
"All right! As long as the child cries, will the adults come out? Zhu Fei sighed gently and jumped to the high platform.
The heavy rain is the time when the smoke and clouds are the most powerful. Since this woman surnamed You insisted on challenging, Zhu Fei was no longer polite and decided to let her taste the vast sword like the smoke waves in Dongting!
The rain washed the town, and everything was covered with a gloomy smoke screen.
The world outside the town is full of vastness and darkness, and it can no longer be seen.
The river reflected dark clouds, dark black, and was hit by thousands of raindrops, causing countless ripples, and the dark world in the water also swayed and shattered.
In this weather, there was no sound of birds and beasts, but a vigorous figure quietly appeared in the dilapidated Five-tong Temple.
It was a long-faced man who looked very smart. His eyes narrowed slightly and he was carefully looking at the situation of the abandoned temple.
Not bad, here it is. The yard is overgrown with weeds, barren, covered with cobwebs and dust, and even the rain from the roof has been dyed dirty black. Indeed, no one has been here for a long time.
Sun Buten is also shrewd. He actually thought of putting things in this place. No wonder he dares to stay in town. However, he probably didn't expect to meet a murderer like Ma Li one day. The result of excessive greed is that the bamboo basket is empty.
The long-faced man couldn't help nodding, stayed on the roof for a moment, looked around for a while, and then jumped down and landed in the temple.
In fact, he is lucky. If he didn't just pay attention to the bottom and look at other positions a few more, he would find the jade cold smoke on the opposite beam. In this way, he can only taste the taste of the broken sword with his chest.
Yu Hanyan recognized him at a glance. This man is a famous gold-touching lieutenant in the world, nicknamed Night Owl, and has a high attainments in the technology of tomb digging and treasure hunting.
Such a role is, of course, the cannon fodder used to take the lead. Yu Hanyan fell motionless. She wanted to see how many people would be hooked this time.
The night owl doesn't know that he has been closed to the ghost gate, and he is focused on finding the treasure.
Where will Sun Noren put his things?
At first glance, he saw the shrine in front of him and the dilapidated statue in the shrine. He thought that according to ordinary people's ideas, he would definitely put things near the shrine.
But he dares not be careless at all. Since Sun Furen was willing to hide things in such a place where birds don't shit, he couldn't arrange some powerful organs. The night owl didn't want to lose his life before he saw anything.
He took out the fire from his arms, lit an oil candle, put it on the broken table, and then looked up at the ceiling first. The corners of the beam were full of spider silk, washed away by the seepage of rain, and the black-gray ** slipped down the wooden pillar. He didn't find anything unusual, so he checked the ground again.
The ground is covered with square stone bricks. He carefully tried it and concluded that the ground was solid and there was nothing.
What about the walls on the four sides?
He knocked with his knuckles inch by inch, and found that they were also solid, with no secret doors and no mezzanine. Fortunately, there are no harmful traps.
He checked the tattered table again and changed its position, which was no different.
Now there are only shrines left.
He read a word in his mouth, carefully scanned the statue, and then stretched out his hand and tapped it with his knuckles.
"Dong!"
The partition under the shrine suddenly emitted an empty sound, and the night owl's heart also jumped.
Is there a dark compartment behind the partition?
The night owl quickly pulled out the dagger from his legs and carefully pried up the partition.
When the partition fell, the night owl was so excited that it almost jumped up.
There is indeed a dark compartment behind the partition, and there is a yellow oil paper tube in the dark compartment.
The night cat's hands trembled slightly, took off the paper tube, and poured it out. It was a silk painting of fine brushwork inside.
The statue of Han Mingfei, which is worth 300,000 taels of silver, has arrived.
The night owl was short of breath and his heart beat faster. He hurriedly rolled up the original photo, put it into a paper tube and put it in his arms.
He wiped his sweat and took a careful look around, finding that this was the only harvest, so he decided to rest.
He blew out the candle, stood in the shadow of the eaves, picked his lips and whistled gently, and saw a figure falling behind the roof.
That's the impermanent ghost that appeared countless times in Sun's nightmares, and the scarred man stood upright.
"Have you got it?"
"Hmm."
"What is it?"
"Status of Han Mingfei."
"What else?"
"Only this one was found."
"Why is there only one? It's really strange."