With a flash of silver light in his hand, nine golden needles appeared. Mubai borrowed the golden needles to seal off the blood flow and all vitality in the body, giving outsiders the feeling of being dead.
After doing all this, Mu Bai took the golden needle back into the space ring.
Now, even an expert cannot detect any aura from Mu Bai, but he himself cannot see anything or hear any movement. He can only use his telekinesis power to spread out about fifty meters away to sense the external situation.
Mubai knew that the place where he was hiding had been noticed, and he could not stay any longer and had to leave as soon as possible. But now he had no clue, and it was too difficult to find out his father's whereabouts here.
Suddenly, he had an idea and seemed to have thought of something. Like a ghost in the dark night, he avoided the sight of the patrolling soldiers and quietly came to the window of a room in the mansion.
Half of the window was open for ventilation, and his body immediately slipped in.
Although he can sneak into the mansion using earth escape, this will cause fluctuations in magical elements, which can be easily detected by the masters in the mansion.
It was impossible for the Ziluolan family to imagine that Mubai would dare to sneak into their mansion late at night to find out about his father. Since there was no strict defense at all, no one would dare to cause trouble here unless they wanted to die.
"Quickly, move the sofa here for me. It takes up too much space in the hall."
A middle-aged housekeeper was busy instructing two domestic slaves to move a leather sofa into the room where Mu Bai sneaked into.
Mu Bai's body was hidden in the curtain. At this time, he had released the sealed aura on his body. As long as he did not release his telekinesis power at will, no one would notice it.
I saw two young men in gray clothes, struggling to move a sofa into the room.
This room is filled with messy furniture, which seems to be here temporarily.
After the two house slaves moved the sofa in, they seemed to have spent a lot of effort and lay down comfortably on the sofa.
A domestic slave lamented: "Why am I not so lucky? I was born in a noble family. The sofa under me is worth at least one hundred thousand gold coins. The money I earn in this life is not enough to buy it."