Chapter 47: The Thief of Dongdu
Old Zhao looked closely and saw a young man in white sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed on the golden platform at the deepest part of the treasury. Although he could not see any restraints around him, he seemed unable to move.
It's really here, Shen Laoqi
Zhao Yushu walked over slowly, carefully avoiding the traps in the Jade Rat's memory. Although they had been cracked by the Jade Rat, who knew whether Prince Fu had reinstalled them.
Approaching the Golden Platform, Zhao Yushu looked left and right, confirming that it was Shen Laoqi whom he had seen before. Then he sighed, "What good things are placed on the Golden Platform? Your aesthetics and taste are very bad, Prince Fu!"
"Who are you and why did you kidnap me?" Shen Laoqi spoke again. His voice was weak, perhaps because he hadn't eaten for a long time.
"Who are you?" Lao Zhao was thinking, now that he has been found, how can he get him out? Should he just carry him away? So he looked around for tools that could be used while casually answering.
"I, I am, um," Shen Laoqi hesitated for a moment and did not say directly.
"Come on, you're already tied up, why are you hiding your identity?" Lao Zhao grabbed a blanket and pulled it twice. Hmm, it was quite strong, so this precious Western carpet temporarily served as a stretcher.
"I'm Shen Qixing, the son of the head of Huibao Merchants," Shen Qixing finally spoke. Yes, he was kidnapped, it would be strange if others didn't know his identity. But this man was so strange. He asked even though he knew what I was doing, and from the sound of his voice, he was searching everywhere. What was he looking for?
"Do you know where you are?" Zhao Yushu took a short spear from a weapon rack, tested the length and found it was just right. He then tied a knot around the short spear with one end of a blanket and tried the feel. Hmm, it was not difficult to pull.
Shen Qixing wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't seem to move it: "I don't know"
"I don't know. Not knowing is a good thing. Let's go out today and pretend we don't know. It will save everyone's face. There's no need for people to kill you two, okay? One, two, three, up." Shen Qixing felt himself suddenly lighten, and the whole person was lifted up, and then placed on a soft place, which seemed to be a blanket.
"Hey, you're quite heavy, if it weren't for my cultivation, I wouldn't be able to carry you." After laying Shen Qixing on the carpet, Zhao Yushu turned around, put his hands behind his back, grabbed the short spear, and pulled the carpet forward.
OK, I'm a sled dog.
It is impossible for Zhao Yushu not to be tempted by this room full of gold and silver treasures, but as the saying goes, taking without asking is a thief. After all, he is not a jade rat.
"My dear hero, did my father ask you to save me?" Shen Qixing felt himself moving slowly and thought of a possibility that would surprise him.
"I wasn't sent by your father, but it's hard to say whether the person who sent me here took over the job from your father. Okay, Mr. Shen, get out now. Stop talking. I'll talk to you when you get home if you have anything to say."
Shen Qixing, shut up!
Just as he was about to walk out the door, the door that he had just closed slowly opened a crack, and a Taoist priest with blood on the corner of his mouth pushed the door open and walked in, then stared at Lao Zhao.
When the young Taoist priest arrived at the treasury, he saw the door had been unlocked, and he was relieved. The only people who could unlock the door in the entire Fuwang Mansion were the Fuwang, the princess, and himself. It was probably the Fuwang or the princess who came in to take something.
However, he recalled the palpitations he had felt before. It seemed that Prince Fu didn't need to break his master's Five Thunder Formation to unlock the door. Besides, Prince Fu didn't have the strength to break the Five Thunder Formation.
Should I call for help? The thought flashed through Little Tianshi's mind for a moment before disappearing.
I was just hit by someone and was seriously injured. Now I call for help without knowing anything. What if it is a mistake? Wouldn't I be laughed at? How can I gain a foothold in Dongdu in the future?
So the little Taoist priest made the most wrong decision of the night. He did not call anyone.
Seeing that half of the little Taoist priest's body was inside the room, with one leg still outside, Zhao Yushu shook his head gently: "Come in and close the door."
The young Taoist priest was stunned, and subconsciously walked in, and really closed the door. Then he immediately thought that this man had a mask on his face, and he didn't know what he was dragging behind him. This was not the King of Fortune, but the King of Thieves.
"How dare you sneak into Prince Fu's mansion!"
The young Taoist priest was about to draw his sword, but then he remembered that his sword had been broken by a punch. He subconsciously glanced at the dagger at his waist, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally did not draw it. Instead, he put his hands in a yin-yang posture.
"Tai Chi?" Old Zhao was very panicked, because he couldn't see through the other party's background, so he must be a cultivator, and stronger than him. Yes, a cultivator is basically stronger than him.
But he couldn't panic. If he panicked, both he and Shen Laoqi would die. So the first time he saw the Taoist priest, he took advantage of the other's stunned state and made a quick decision - the battle would be resolved in the treasure house.
The one who was even more panicked than him was Shen Qixing behind him. He thought he was about to be rescued, but suddenly someone came out from nowhere and the other party said Fu Wang Mansion, which directly confirmed who had kidnapped him. No wonder the hero said that not knowing was a good thing.
I hope the hero wins
Zhao Yushu dragged Shen Qixing two steps to the side, threw him behind a box, clapped his hands and walked back.
Although I don't know who this Taoist priest is, he must be one of Prince Fu's gang. I have no chance if I fight him head-on, but this guy seems to be injured. This is my chance.
The injured enemy reminded Lao Zhao of an old man who wore black clothes and never showed his face from the beginning to the end.
What is Tai Chi? The little Taoist frowned and thought for a long time but could not come up with an answer.
"Excuse me, what is the Taoist priest's name?" Lao Zhao put his hands behind his back and pretended to be nonchalant. He was stalling for time, not waiting for someone to save him, but to stall until he could think of a way to escape.
The young Taoist priest did not dare to move, because he had taken a look at Zhao Yushu before and found that the other party had no spiritual power fluctuations, which was impossible. How could a mortal break the Five Thunder Formation?
Could it be? The little Taoist priest subconsciously looked at Shen Qixing who was thrown aside. Could it be that this person was the real master?
The young Taoist priest received instructions from the emperor in Xijing. He only knew that he was here to contain Prince Fu, but he didn't know what Prince Fu had done specifically. The asymmetry of information made him a little panicked.
"I am a disciple of Master Zhang Tianshi from Mount Longhu." After thinking for a while, the young master decided to test the waters first.
"Disrespectful, disrespectful"
"Who are you, you thief?"
"I advise you not to spit blood at me. You are a thief left and right. Look what I stole from you." Zhao Yushu turned around and finally figured out the location of all the oil lamps.
"I'll ask you one last time, who are you? If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being ruthless." The little Taoist priest was such a proud person that it would be fine if he was bullied by Zhao Yushu once or twice, but if he thought he could turn defeat into victory just by talking, then he was overestimating the moral standards of the little Taoist priest.
Zhao Yushu turned his head and gave the little Taoist a cold look: "Don't be such a thief in the future."
With a flick of his hand, a silver needle flew out of his hand. With a bang, an oil lamp went out, and a corner of the treasure house suddenly became dark.
Another silver needle was thrown out, and the oil lamp fell down
The little Taoist priest felt the darkness in front of him suddenly thicken. The little thief in front of him ran as fast as a shadow. A voice floated over.
"My young master Bai Yutang, please call me the Eastern Capital Thief Saint from now on."
Zhao Yushu disappeared silently.