"Lu Yao, don't move!"

Seeing Lu Yao about to walk into the yard, the little girl quickly called out to stop her.

Lu Yao was stunned and her step, nearly set down, was retracted.

The little girl let out a sigh of relief, "That was close, so close. Good thing you didn't come in, or it would have been troublesome."

"What do you mean?" Lu Yao asked, confused.

"There's a trap in the yard. Don't come in through the front. Go around to the side, jump onto the barn, then jump to where I am." As the little girl explained, she pointed out a path for Lu Yao.

Lu Yao suddenly understood, nodded, and followed the route pointed out by the little girl to jump in.

"Lu Yao, I've been guarding here just to make sure you don't step on a trap. Aren't you touched?" the little girl said, seeking credit.

"..." Lu Yao.

Originally, I was touched, but why do I feel so amused now that you've said it?

At this moment, Xiao Feng came out of the house, "How did it go?"

Lu Yao replied, "I led them two kilometers away, and on the way back, I wiped out all the marks. At least it'll keep them busy for an hour."

"That should be enough," Xiao Feng nodded.

The only problem now is, why hasn't Lin Zhiyan come back yet?

Even though the rain made the mountain paths slippery, she should have arrived by now.

Could she have lost her way?

While thinking, Zhao Guo'an and others emerged from the corner of the wall.

All three looked somewhat weary, indicating that they hadn't had a moment's rest after descending.

"Old Xiao..."

Just as Zhao Guo'an was about to speak with Xiao Feng, he caught a glimpse in the corner of his eye of Meng Lang, who appeared to have blinked while lying on the ground.

"Oh, awake now?" Zhao Guo'an sneered, walking over. Just as Meng Lang was about to wake, Zhao struck him again on the neck with a hand chop.

Poor Meng Lang was knocked out yet again.

After doing this, Zhao Guo'an felt an indescribable satisfaction, akin to a salted fish turning over with joy!

After all, before this, he had always been at the bottom of the group's food chain, and finally, there was someone lower than him, which felt quite different.

In a way, this was a form of Spiritual Victory Technique. When a miserable person encounters someone even more miserable, they start to feel a unique sense of superiority.

"How are your preparations?" Xiao Feng asked.

When it came to business, Zhao Guo'an looked spirited and said, "This time, Senior Sun has really invested heavily. Let me put it this way; even if you're beaten half to death, we can pull you back from the gates of hell."

"And the poison?" Xiao Feng ignored Zhao Guo'an's boasting and continued to ask.

Sun Shijie pulled out a tobacco pipe from his sleeve and pointed to the tobacco inside the bowl, "It's all in here. As long as we smell the smoke, the poison has been administered."

He then took out a small porcelain bottle, "This is the antidote. Take it first, and you can be immune to the poison from the tobacco."

Xiao Feng took it and fiddled with it for a while, thinking it was quite an ostentatious trick. Light a cigarette and knock out a bunch without lifting a finger; it's practically an essential show-off item.

Of course, this was not the time to think about that.

Xiao Feng opened the bottle stopper, poured out one, swallowed it, then handed the bottle to the little girl to distribute to the others.

Soon, the little girl came back with the bottle, "Xiao Feng, there's still one left."

"There's still one?" Zhao Guo'an said in surprise, "Impossible, we counted heads, how can there be one left?"

"How is it impossible..." The little girl was about to counter when she looked at Xiao Feng, "Xiao Feng, you didn't forget yourself, did you?"

"You think I'm as absent-minded as Old Zhao?" Xiao Feng said irritably.

Zhao Guo'an became displeased at once, "Can't you say something without dissing me?"

Before he could act out, Sun Shijie gravely said, "Think carefully, is there anyone who hasn't taken the antidote."

After a while, the little girl's eyes lit up, "Uncle Nine! Right, where is Uncle Nine?"

Sun Shijie, Zhao Guo'an, and Sun Zhong looked at each other, and finally turned to Xiao Feng in unison.

Xiao Feng frowned, "Why are you looking at me? Didn't Uncle Nine go down to help you?"

"Help?"

The three exchanged glances again, and Zhao Guo'an replied, "We didn't see him."

"I saw him go down with my own eyes," Xiao Feng confirmed.

Sun Shijie thought for a moment and said, "I'll go down and check."

In fact, Uncle Nine did go down.

But after going down, he found Sun Shijie and the others busy with their respective tasks, so he was of no help at all.

So he leaned against the pile of treasures and took a nap.

That nap was extremely comfortable, and even the scenes in the dream were so captivating, he didn't want to wake up.

In the dream, Uncle Nine transformed into a king of a country, with wine pools and meat forests, a million-strong army; all of it was his, he was so elated that his nose was nearly running.

Yet no matter how beautiful the dream, it eventually has to end.

Uncle Nine blinked, savoring the feeling, his body shivering as if he'd touched an electric door.

"What's going on?"

Uncle Nine was panicking because he realized whether his eyes were open or closed, there was no difference at all.

After a few deep breaths, he belatedly realized.

When he came in, Sun Shijie and the others hadn't noticed him. Could it be that when they left, they also didn't notice, locking him in the treasure vault by mistake?

The more he thought, the more likely it seemed, and Uncle Nine quickly stood up, feeling his way to the door based on memory, and started banging.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Help!" Uncle Nine cried with a sobbing tone, "Don't leave me here!"

At this moment, Uncle Nine's biggest worry was that no one would think to come back and check here, leaving him trapped inside.

Although inside there was a mountain of gold and silver, treasures countless people dreamed of, could gold and silver fill a belly?

Just as despair set in, there was a "click" sound.

The door opened, revealing Sun Shijie's face.

Uncle Nine immediately hugged him, "Old Sun, you finally came!"

"You really were here?" Sun Shijie said with a stern face.

Both returned to the bamboo house, and the next task was simple: rest and recuperate, waiting for the others to come.

However, they soon realized that there was no one in the house, the silence unusually strange.

"Could something have happened?" Uncle Nine said nervously.

No sooner had he spoken, than a somewhat familiar cry came from outside the door.

"Coo coo coo..."

Uncle Nine instinctively looked at Sun Shijie, "Old Sun, does that sound familiar to you?"

Sun Shijie nodded, indicating he had the same feeling, took a deep breath, and headed towards the door.

After all, this was his ancestral treasure, and hiding like a turtle was out of the question.

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