"Ding Xiu, you are an old man who still has the leisure and grace to go to a brothel at this time..."

Ouyang Ying felt uneasy. He was an official dispatched from the capital and knew very well how much the court valued incense.

A ten-year-old incense from Zhuzhou was lost. If he couldn't find it, he would at least be fined. If he was given a copy of ginseng, he might be dismissed from his job.

After summoning and reprimanding several batches of government officials one after another, he panted heavily and returned to his house.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were filled with darkness.

The good house was now in a mess, and a letter was nailed to the wall, full of ridicule and ridicule.

[That cauldron is very good. I accepted it. Well, ten years later, I will come again. I hope Master Zhenfu will have a good time collecting incense and not let me down.

Oh, Lord Zhenfu is probably gone by then?

Sign the signature, Sikong Xing!】

"Ah!"

Ouyang Ying roared angrily and tore the letter into pieces. Suddenly he remembered something and his face changed drastically: "My things!"

He exclaimed, walked quickly to the house, opened the secret room, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that nothing had been rummaged through.

"It's well hidden."

Suddenly, Ouyang Ying's heart was beating wildly, and a joking voice sounded in his ears.

"not good!"

He turned around and was about to draw the knife, but all he saw was that the wooden box in the darkroom had disappeared:

"Thank you, Master Zhenfu, for your generous gift. I am deeply grateful!"

"Sikong Xing!"

A roar alarmed the entire yamen. The yamen who had not yet left and the Zhenwu Hall masters returned one after another, but only saw a figure standing up, carrying the boss's package, and about to sneak away.

"Ding Xiu!"

Suddenly, there was a strange scream in the distance.

Ouyang Ying climbed onto the roof and saw air waves exploding in the wind and rain.

Not long after, an old man with an upright figure and a calm and powerful figure landed on the eaves of the Yamen. He let go of the piece of cloth in his hand and turned blue.

"Where are the people?"

Ouyang Ying was furious.

Ding Xiu glanced at him coldly, turned around and shouted away:

"Search the city!"

Where Daozong is located, there are very few yamen experts.

In the wind and rain, a figure fell to the ground, hidden in the shadows. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining:

"The old guy's family is very rich, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a magic pill. Alas, Longhu Temple is heavily guarded, and there are fortune-telling soldiers, otherwise, he would be a real fat sheep."

After weighing the package in his hands, Sikong Xing tore off the mask on his face, quickly disguised himself, and prepared to leave the city quickly without any intention of stopping.

Suddenly, he stopped on his feet and raised his head warily, only to see a man in sackcloth and a bamboo hat with a grimace mask on the eaves nearby, looking at him with interest.

In other words, the package on one's own body.

That look...

"Hey, we encountered a robber!"
Chapter completed!