A foot-long dragon tail suddenly appeared next to Wen Donglai, and then Jun Qing, wrapped in black gauze, wearing a harlequin mask, and an enchanting aura, appeared in front of him.

Only Wen Donglai could see her.

The other two people were completely unaware of it, and even the Confucians living in their Confucian mansion couldn't see it clearly.

"Haha, let me go check it out for you."

Jun Qing's voice was a little less sinister, and actually had a hint of mischief. Maybe she had been held in the tomb for too long, and she finally had the chance to breathe, so of course she would not let it go.

Wen Donglai shook his head secretly and watched helplessly as she swayed her waist like a water snake, ignored the obstruction of the wooden door, and walked directly in.

Soon, Jun Qing's words came to his mind.

"Haha, the building was deserted, but it turns out that there was a letter left on the clothes hanger where Confucianism and Heavenly Immortal was hanging. Ah, the recipient of the letter turned out to be you."

"The recipient is me."

Wen Donglai's heart skipped a beat, and his first reaction was that if his henchmen and minions saw him, they would mistake him for Confucianism's eccentric accomplice.

"Jun Qing, that must be the method of undressing that the shopkeeper told me. Quickly put it away for me, don't let these two idiots see it."

Wen Donglai urged Jun Qing frantically in his heart.

"Then you have to call me sister from now on."

Jun Qing's tone was cold, but her words were somewhat provocative.

"You are a dead Confucian and have been around for tens of thousands of years. Can you still be my sister?"

Wen Donglai somewhat despised her for taking advantage of others' danger.

Jun Qing said, "You can also call me ancestor."

"Sister, thank you."

"nailed it."

Wen Donglai's face lit up, his sister's words were not in vain.

"You come in and get it yourself. Although I am a dead Confucian, I am also a gentleman and do not pry into other people's secrets."

"The shouting was a bit hasty." Wen Donglai shook his head and sighed to himself.

"But I used the power of heaven to manipulate it. This letter is nothing to outsiders."

"It's really sloppy."

Wen Donglai's expression changed again and again, and he finally understood that this seemingly cold-hearted late Confucian Jun Qing was actually a playful master.

Jun Qing walked out of the fabric shop, her waist swaying, and Wen Donglai was deeply afraid that her waist would break.

He stared at her dragon tail with burning eyes, secretly suspicious in his heart.

Confucianism and human beings are born together, so Confucianism will look exactly like human beings.

Jun Qing is a dead Confucian, and her appearance must be the same as that of a human being. But she clearly has a enchanting and dazzling dragon tail, so her true form must not be human.

Isn’t Emperor Tianru a human being?

There is another question, the emperor has 365 Confucians, and there are 365 dead Confucians in the tomb rising from the Nine Earths. If you include Jun Qing, the number should be 366.

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Could it be that the legend told by Kuzhu is false? The real Tianru Emperor actually had 366 dead Confucians.

But why have we never seen those 365 deceased Confucians walking out of the tomb palace?

"Do you have many questions?"

Jun Qing walked up to his ear and chuckled, quickly interrupting Wen Donglai's thoughts.

"Ah...ask more and learn more...Sister Jun Qing."

When Wen Donglai saw that his thoughts were exposed by her, he felt unhappy, but he did not dare to offend her, so he immediately opened his mouth and began to explain forcefully.

"Why learn more and ask more questions."

Hao Qiqiao and Zheng Nianqing looked at him in unison.

Wen Donglai glared at Jun Qing who was standing aside, and said awkwardly: "Isn't this, hehe, I was just digesting the knowledge you taught me."

"Well...are you still digesting it?"

Hao Qiqiao stroked his head and looked as if he hated iron. He thought he was teaching some popular knowledge.

Is popular knowledge so difficult to understand?

What kind of IQ does this kid have?

Zheng Nianqing changed his previous cold expression and said with a smile: "I think it's not that you don't have a low IQ, but that your reflex arc is too long."

"Haha, thank you..."

Wen Donglai used a smile to cover up his embarrassment.

Jun Qing's clown mask drew an ink arc, as if he was smiling. He moved his body, transformed into a wandering light, and penetrated into Wen Donglai's body inch by inch.

Wen Donglai's face was stiff and his body was trembling slightly.

He clearly felt that the long dragon's tail scratched his cheek before it penetrated his body, as if teasing him.

Soon, the third watch arrived and there were no pedestrians on the road.

At this time of night, it is the best time to do secret things.

"Take action."

Hao Qiqiao stood up with his book basket on his back, but did not take the first step, but looked at Wen Donglai.

Wen Donglai cursed secretly: "Little fox."

Of course he understood that Hao Qiqai wanted him to go ahead and hold the line.

On normal days, he would have refused to go ahead, but Jun Qing had already explored the road beforehand, and the fabric shop was empty.

The road ahead was safe, so he walked to the front without hesitation.

And he had to be the first to rush in and snatch the letter.

"I'm the eyes and ears. I'm going to explore the road first and get information."

After saying that, the man trotted forward like a gust of wind, as if there was a beautiful and beautiful banshee in front of him, waving her little hand towards him.

The corner of Zheng Nianqing's mouth twitched secretly, and he looked at Hao Qiqiao.

"Why do I feel like he can't wait."

"Well, I'm still very excited. Maybe I want to grab the credit. Haha, idiot, the credit doesn't belong to me... Let's report it. Since he is willing to take risks, let's just follow behind and wait and see what happens."

"good."

The two looked at each other and smiled, followed slowly and slowly.

Wen Donglai had already rushed in first. After rushing in, he found that the building was really empty.

The red lantern disappeared, and the fabrics and clothes were removed, leaving only a clothes rack in the center, which happened to be the clothes rack where the "Confucian Immortal" was originally hung.

Looking in from the door, it looks very strange.

At this time, there was indeed a letter inserted sideways on the clothes rack, with the four characters "Wen Dong Lai Qi" written on it.

He walked to the clothes rack and reached out to pick up the letter.

"Don't move, don't move at all."

Hao Qiqiao's voice suddenly burst out.

"Oops, I still saw it."

Wen Donglai's eyes rolled around and he secretly cursed Jun Qing for being more obvious with his hands and feet.

"If I take down the letter now and swallow it immediately, I don't know if they will disembowel me."

Wen Donglai was still hesitating, but the two of them had already passed him and walked to the clothes rack.

I saw the two of them standing in front of the clothes rack with solemn faces, standing on tiptoes and squatting, not knowing what they were gesticulating.

In the end, Zheng Nianqing sighed helplessly with some dissatisfaction: "If I could grow one foot shorter, this weird booty would definitely be the most suitable for my figure."

Wen Donglai had a black line on his face.

Ignoring them, he reached out to take off the letter and quickly stuffed it into his arms.

The action was obviously bold and bold, but it was mysterious because of Jun Qing's actions beforehand.

After the two of them finished dividing the spoils, they started to walk around the entire fabric store.

Zheng Nianqing looked at Hao Qiqiao: "You are the confidant, what do you think we should do now?"

Hao Qiqiao stuffed the clothes rack into his book basket that seemed to be able to hold everything. He straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and touched the small mustache at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, with a glimmer of thought in his eyes, he finally came to a conclusion: "They have moved, and we must move too."
Chapter completed!