Who Stole the Oil

Li Banfeng drove the carriage to Carefree Dock, where Song Zhigang, two martial arts practitioners, and several thugs with cultivation levels were on board.

Ling Miaoying's tape was really effective. When applied to the wound, it not only stopped the bleeding but also temporarily controlled the injury. Although these people couldn't move, they were still barely alive.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Banfeng drove his carriage to Carefree Dock. At this time, Carefree Dock was bustling with people.

Li Banfeng drove the carriage around to the storeroom in the backyard of Carefree Dock. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he asked Projector to call a helper to unload the carriage.

Having learned from his previous experience, the projector dared not call out any girls. The girls he did call out always took off their clothes before doing any work.

The film reels that Ling Miaoying had recorded were still there. The projector played Ling Miaoying's image and helped Li Banfeng move more than a dozen people into the warehouse.

After unloading the truck, Li Banfeng returned to his room, found the key under the bed, went back to the warehouse, recorded a video with the projector, and then opened the door to his Portable Abode.

The record player roared, "Hey, you madman, where have you run off to again? Do you even care about me? Do you even care about this family? Your heart, your heart... You've suffered so much, my husband!"

Upon seeing that Li Banfeng had returned with more than a dozen people, the Wife's tone immediately softened.

"Husband, come and sit here."

My lord, please have a cup of hot tea first.

My lord, your clothes are covered in mud. Little Slave wash them for you.

My dear husband, please don't tickle my Little Slave really ticklish...

The record player used steam to protect Li Banfeng, fearing that the house would ignite his anger.

After waiting for a long time without any movement from the house, the record player asked curiously, "Why is this house so quiet today?"

Li Banfeng sneered, "So what if he's restless? If he hadn't caused trouble, would I have been wandering around outside for so many days?"

The Wife remained silent for a moment. Judging from what Li Banfeng had just said, he seemed to know something about the house.

Seeing that Li Banfeng was still angry, his Wife asked with concern, "Hey, husband, what's been going on these past few days?"

Li Banfeng asked, "Do you know this person with the Face Not Big?"

Huff~

"Face Not Big? Is that a person's name? Little Slave 've never heard of it before."

Li Banfeng turned to Hong Ying and asked, "Have you heard of it?"

"I've never heard of it either," Hong Ying replied decisively, her tone tinged with nervousness.

Li Banfeng stared at Hong Ying for a moment, then asked, "Why are you wearing pants?"

"Shouldn't I, a young woman, be wearing pants?"

"Why is there an extra red tassel on it now?"

"Red Tassel Spear, isn't it? A spear with a red tassel on it looks pretty, doesn't it?"

Hong Ying didn't originally have a red tassel on her body; this red tassel was just hung on to cover her conscience and arms.

"Why are there black lines in your red tassel?"

These black lines are Hong Ying's growing hair.

"If all the tassels were made of red thread, it would be too boring." Hong Ying was running out of ideas.

The Wife came to Hong Ying's rescue, saying, "Husband, don't pay any attention to that vile woman, the food is getting cold."

"My Wife, please don't be in such a hurry. Let me ask them a few questions."

Li Banfeng first looked at Song Zhigang, then had the Wine Gourd feed him a sip of wine.

With this drink, Song Zhigang regained some of his energy and was able to speak with difficulty.

Li Banfeng lit a candle and placed it in front of Song Zhigang: "Uncle Song, I've shown enough sincerity by inviting you to my home for a talk. Today, you need to explain yourself clearly: who sent you to cause trouble in Blue Poplar Village?"

Song Zhigang gasped, "Seventh Master, it was Old Master Lu who sent me. Everything I said before is true."

Is it really Lu Maoxian?

Lu Maoxian indeed cause Li Banfeng a lot of trouble. Li Banfeng had a close relationship with Monkey Qiu, so it was in Lu Maoxian Li Banfeng.

But the question is, why bring trouble to Blue Poplar Village?

Blue Poplar Village held no special value for Lu Maoxian. It would be more reasonable for him to cause trouble in Black Stone Slope and disrupt Li Banfeng and Ma Wu's business.

There's another reason for this.

Li Banfeng then asked, "Did you see Lu Maoxian with your own eyes?"

Song Zhigang said, "Old Master Lu is no match for me. He wouldn't come to see me in person. It was these two accomplices who came to my door, asking me to take back Blue Poplar Village!"

Li Banfeng glanced at the two martial arts practitioners; they were the ones Song Zhigang had mentioned.

The one with the broken throat can no longer speak, but the one with the broken spine can still make a sound.

Li Banfeng ripped the tape off his mouth, gave him some wine from Wine Gourd, and asked, "Did Lu Maoxian you two to find Song Zhigang?"

"It wasn't the old master who gave the order; it was the head butler Xu Yangbo, who gave us the order."

Lu Maoxian's head butler?

Li Banfeng had little contact with this person, only hearing from Monkey Qiu that this person was deeply trusted by Lu Maoxian.

If this wasn't Lu Maoxian's intention, and if the head steward had ulterior motives, his purpose was clearly to escalate the conflict between Li Banfeng and Lu Maoxian.

What benefit would he gain from doing this?

If he was also acting under someone's orders, then who was that person?

The information these people could glean was limited, and Li Banfeng didn't want to waste any more breath. "Wife, let's eat."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord!" The Wife couldn't wait to start the meal, while the projector secretly recorded the video.

The Wife shouted angrily, "What do you want to do?"

The projector jolted and quickly turned the lens away.

The Wife used a stylus to hook the projector, pulled out the previously recorded film, and cut it into tiny pieces. The projector trembled with heartache.

Fortunately, he recorded more than one segment; he documented everything he had seen and heard over the past few days.

"Each scene is only a little over two minutes long. If we hadn't run out of film, we could have recorded more."

Li Banfeng wanted to show his Wife his Face Not Big, so the projector played a scene from the Oil Lake, but the picture was all yellowish-brown and there was nothing there.

"How is this possible!" the projector exclaimed in surprise. "I recorded it carefully!"

Li Banfeng deduced the reason. "His Face Not Big, but his status is very high. He doesn't want you to see his real face. 'Face Not Big' isn't his real name either."

Frustrated, the projector started playing the second clip.

Meng Yuchun, the Local Earth God, stood with his back to Li Banfeng, took off his long robe, revealing the scars on his body.

The Wife coughed lightly. "Hey, husband, this young lady's Face Not Big? I didn't see whether her face was big or not, but this peach is really big, not only big, but also white. You must have had a hard time these past seven days!"

Li Banfeng kicked the projector. "Stop showing just this! Show us how I fought those Strange Monsters on the front lines!"

The projector's loud voice announced, "None of those things were recorded!"

Li Banfeng kicked the projector open, ready to tell his Wife in detail about his experiences over the past few days.

Just as they were talking about Oil Lake, a gloved voice suddenly came from the third house. "Master, you wronged me before! I didn't steal the oil! This oil, I don't know what stole it, it's all here!"

When Li Banfeng entered the third room, he saw that all the bottles, jars, pots, buckets, water tanks, and other liquid containers were filled with oil, exactly the same oil that Li Banfeng had seen in the Oil Lake.

Li Banfeng looked at the gloves and asked, "Where did this oil come from?"

The gloves retorted angrily, "I definitely didn't take them! How could I possibly hold so many? Whoever took them, I shouldn't be wrongly accused!"

Li Banfeng touched the bottle of oil, when suddenly he heard an old voice beside him. "Be careful, don't spill it."

"Who?" Li Banfeng exclaimed in surprise, bracing himself for a fight.

The record player quickly cried out, "Husband, don't be angry! This is our house speaking!"

The room fell silent instantly.

In the past, apart from Wife, Hong Ying, and Red Lotus, no one else could hear the voice of Portable Abode because the others were not of high enough rank.

But today everyone heard it: Portable Abode changed the way he speaks.

After a few seconds of silence, Li Banfeng suddenly asked, "Why did you steal the oil?"

"Burn," Portable Abode replied with a single word.

The record player couldn't hear the word clearly, nor could Red Lotus, Hong Ying, and the other magical artifacts. Only Li Banfeng could hear it clearly.

Hong Ying, worried that Li Banfeng was arguing with the house, said to the record player, "You Wicked Woman, persuade that madman not to do anything rash. He's no match for this house; he can't even hold his own against one move!"

Before the record player could offer any further advice, Li Banfeng asked again, "Why don't you burn coal?"

This sentence stunned the Wife.

Burning coal?

Why does this house burn coal?

To keep warm?

The aged voice rang out again. "I've been running around with you every day; that little bit of coal would have been burned long ago."

She still couldn't hear clearly from the record player. Not only could she not hear what Zhaizi was saying, she couldn't even hear what Li Banfeng was saying. There was always a low noise interfering with her hearing.

"Husband, you'd better not..."

Li Banfeng then asked Portable Abode, "You took me to Oil Lake just to steal oil?"

"You were the one who wanted to go to Oil Lake; I just picked up the oil on my way."

"You used to always follow the keys, how come you've learned to move on your own now?"

"Because there are railway tracks, hehehe!" Portable Abode laughed.

When were railway tracks installed?

Portable Abode has not responded further.

The record player couldn't hear their conversation clearly, so she lowered her voice and advised, "My dear husband, please stop provoking him. I'll let you apply some Little Slave Machine Oil, okay?"

At Yuezhou Third Hospital, the buttons on He Jiaqing's chest kept trembling, but He Haisheng was sitting right next to him, so He Jiaqing couldn't answer the phone.

After lunch, He Haisheng went to smoke, and He Jiaqing, fidgeting with his buttons, heard Wan Jinxian's voice:

"Jiaqing, Ling Miaoying is still alive!"

"Alive?" He Jiaqing was overjoyed, but then became somewhat doubtful. "Didn't the Lu Family already spread the word that they had Miao Ying's head?"

"Our spies in Carefree Dock saw him go to the warehouse in Carefree Dock last night."

"Carefree Dock..."

What was Ling Miaoying doing at Carefree Dock?

Could it be that Ling Miaoying faked her death and was still secretly monitoring Ma Wu?

He was different from Ling Miaowen in the end; he could hide his scheming so well.

We need to be more vigilant in the future, but for now it's a good thing.

At least I don't need to worry about Ma Wu anymore, and I can now focus on dealing with Lu Maoxian.

Before He Jiaqing could respond to Wan Jinxian, a cloud of smoke suddenly drifted in front of him.

The smoke lingered around He Jiaqing for a long time, and beads He Jiaqing sweat dripped down his face.

"Jiaqing?" He Haisheng's figure slowly appeared in front of He Jiaqing. "You're awake?"

He Jiaqing remained silent for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes. "Third Uncle, I'm awake."

He Haisheng silently watched He Jiaqing. Although he didn't want to believe it, it was the truth.

"My brother didn't believe you, and I argued with him, saying that his own son would never lie to him. Can you believe how stupid I am?"

He Haisheng gritted his teeth as he said these words.

He Jiaqing said calmly, "Third Uncle, may I say a word?"

"You speak, I'm listening."

P. S.: Hong Ying's hair has grown out! I don't even want to think about what else will grow next!