Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng were crouching behind the wall.
In the courtyard, there was no one except for a few large carts loaded with medicinal materials, and even the group of Caobang disciples responsible for escorting them were nowhere to be seen.
"All the medicinal materials are here, but those few boxes are missing." Yan Zhuo said.
"Maybe there are some more valuable things in those boxes?" Mu Yunfeng asked.
Yan Zhuo concentrated his attention and said: "At that time, let's set a fire, call people out to put out the fire, and see where the Caobang disciples live. Let's follow and see if we can find those boxes.
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Mu Yunfeng nodded, then raised his head and said, "Brother Yan, there is no one in this yard, it's a little strange."
Yan Zhuogang was also thinking about this matter. It stands to reason that so many medicinal materials must be guarded by someone. Even if the Silver Sword Guards don't guard them, the Cao Gang disciples must guard them. Why are they placed here so generously?
It's like you can burn it.
Mu Yunfeng asked again: "Will there be another ambush? What should we do?"
Yan Zhuo smiled slyly, and his eyes as deep as a deep pool flashed with a "thief's light" when he smiled: "You're already here, so you can't go back empty-handed. If you have dates or don't have dates, you can hit three poles, who cares?
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That's right, after all, we have come.
But it's okay. It's not the Chinese New Year now. If it's the first day of the Lunar New Year and the "New Year's Eve" and "They're all here" combos are used, Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng may not only set off a fire, but also say
Maybe you have to hold two big bowls of dumplings in one pot.
While speaking, Yan Zhuo took out a fire stick from his arms and blew on it, and dots of orange-red sparks streaked across the night like a fleeting meteor.
Yan Zhuo placed the fire stick on the collodion, and the originally sleeping flame opened his sleepy eyes, and a wisp of graceful white smoke came out, and the whole body shone with orange-red light.
When I raise my hand, my wrist shakes.
The guncotton shot away.
The wind boosted the firepower, and a small piece of guncotton exploded like lava as soon as it landed on the medicinal materials. The orange juice burst out, and the medicinal materials burned instantly.
Yan Zhuo fired three more rounds of guncotton. When the wind hit the four pieces of guncotton, they became more powerful and connected together in an instant, connecting the dozens of carts of medicinal materials together.
More than a dozen carts of medicinal materials were burning together. Although the fire could not be said to last forever, it was indeed spectacular.
The firelight reflected on the faces of Yan Zui and Mu Yunfeng, with light and dark dancing, and the explosive sound of "crackling" could be heard endlessly.
Mu Yunfeng actually felt a little regretful in his heart. These were all good medicinal materials. Just by smelling the smell, he knew that these dozens of carts of medicinal materials were expensive. Not to mention that there were Beiting sand, Kirin Jie, red salt, stone sulfur, etc.
Rare treasures that are not produced in Kyushu cannot be bought with money.
"Brother Yan, the fire is almost done. Let's call for help to put out the fire." Mu Yunfeng said.
Yan Zhuo nodded and shouted loudly: "There's a fire, put out the fire, put out the fire, come quickly."
In fact, there was no need for Yan Zhuo. When Mu Yunfeng opened his mouth, the burning aroma of the medicinal materials had already aroused the vigilance of the night watchmen in the inn. Dozens of night watchmen rushed towards the fire scene with shouts.
Along with the dozens of night patrol guards, the hundreds of Cao Gang disciples also rushed out one after another.
Yan Zhuo looked at the dozen or so night guards, his eyes stern, and thought to himself: "I asked why these Cao gangs don't have guards. It turns out it's because of these night guards."
Although the martial arts of these dozen night watchmen are not first-class, they can still be regarded as strong men. With these dozen people protecting them, ordinary people would not dare to run wild in Fu Hotel. What's more, Fu Hotel is the most luxurious restaurant in the city.
These are either high-ranking officials from various countries or the heads of major factions. If you offend them, you will be left with nothing!
However, this group of Caogang disciples obviously did not expect that they would encounter Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng this time. They were afraid that they would lose everything in this transaction.
"Fuck, what do you night watchmen see? You have to pay for these things!" The little leader of the Cao gang shouted, pointing at the night watchman's nose.
When the night watchman heard this, it was clear that Caobang wanted to blame this matter on them, so he hurriedly said: "Brother, what you said is wrong. We lent you the space and didn't charge you for storage fees.
Why should we care about your things? We are the guardians of the inn, not yours. This matter is your own responsibility."
For a time, both sides insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in.
Seeing that they had suffered a loss, Caobang was naturally unwilling to do so and threatened to report it to the official. The night watchmen were also worried that they would be implicated in this matter, so they sent someone to notify the supervisor while trying their best to shirk responsibility.
The two sides were engaged in a heated exchange of words, and the impulsive man had already raised his two fists and strode towards the opponent's chest.
Chest touching chest, face touching face...
Seeing them like this, Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng looked at each other, nodded, and quietly entered the side courtyard. However, they searched from inside to outside, but there was no trace of those boxes.
"Brother Yan, we don't have those boxes here."
Yan Zhuo glanced around, and when he heard the shouting outside gradually subsided, he said, "Forget it, let's go first, it won't be good if they find out."
The two nodded and flew outward together. In just two blinks, they disappeared into the dark night.
What's in those boxes?
Why is it so hidden? Is it filled with priceless treasures, or is it hiding some ulterior secret?
Yan Zhuo felt uneasy as he thought about it like this. He vaguely felt that those boxes were of great importance. More than a dozen carts of fine medicinal materials were placed openly in the courtyard, but only a few boxes were hidden.
——Very abnormal.
——It’s very doubtful.
Yan Zhuo began to think carefully about the appearance of those boxes.
There were six boxes. The six boxes were placed two by two on three carriages. They were all laid flat on the carriages. There was no debris on the boxes, except that the ropes used were a little thicker and tied a little tighter, as if they were tied up with each other.
Ordinary boxes are no different.
Why are ordinary boxes so well hidden, and one or two carriages should contain at least three boxes? Although it may be that Silver Sword Guard is not short of money, but...
Yan Zhuo always felt that something was strange, but at least the medicinal materials had been burned, and the bargaining chips of Baiyun Villa were reduced by one point. This could be regarded as their victory over Baiyun Villa by one point.
The infatuated Three Musketeers.
Just when Yan Zhuo set fire to the medicinal materials, Gu Foying and three others also launched an offensive.
They had already hung half a stick of incense on the eaves.
During this period of time, it was enough time for the medicinal effect of Mi Xiang to take effect, and enough time for Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng to inhale all the Mi Xiang in the room.
Gu Foying and the other three entered very calmly, and they even knocked lightly on the window.
The sound of the knuckles touching the wooden window was clear and polite, like a gentleman knocking stones on his lover's window.
"no response."
"Brother Gu, this Mixiangguo is really amazing."
"Let's go, we will definitely make Yan Zhuo disappear from this world this time!"
Snap.
The window was pushed open, and six feet fell into the house in an orderly and soundless manner, just like six leaves falling on the ground.
The three of them entered the room, looked around, and found that the room was completely empty, with not a single soul in sight.
Fang Yingnan exclaimed, took a breath, and said, "No one!"
Following his exclamation, a wisp of incense suddenly entered his nostrils. His eyes blurred, his feet went soft, and he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud in the blink of an eye.
