Punishment Department, Seventh Squad Barracks.
Fang Mo As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard a burst of enthusiastic shouting coming from inside.
"Be careful! That's Hundred-Year Huanghuali! Can you afford to pay for it if it gets damaged?"
"This way, this way! Set those jars of wine straight!"
Overnight, all the ruins were gone, replaced by a brand new Green Brick High Wall.
Qian Dagui The fat man hired skilled craftsmen from nowhere and built this Ghost Qi dense Yamen into a wealthy man's villa.
I don't know where this damn fat guy Qian Dagui found the construction team. In just one night, they repaired the collapsed wall and even replaced the green bricks on the ground with new ones.
At this time, there was a huge long table in the center of the yard, which was piled with Gold, Silver, and Jewels, antique calligraphy and paintings, and various trophies collected from Black Wind Ridge.
Qian Dagui squatted on Grand Tutor Chair, grabbing the half-ripe pear with his left hand and biting it until the juice splashed, and his right hand poked the crumpled book Ledger. His two mung bean eyes were bigger than a copper bell.
In the corner, there was a constant tinkling sound.
The black piece of Meteorite Iron in Iron Bull's hand has been knocked out of the prototype of Heart Protection Mirror. Sparks splashed on his face, and this idiot didn't even blink.
Jie Se Monk was sitting cross-legged next to the pile of gold and silver treasures, turning Prayer Beads in his hand and chanting sutras in his mouth, but his peach blossom eyes glanced at the Golden Buddha statues from time to time, obviously trying to estimate which one was more valuable.
"Where are you all?"
Fang Mo walked in with his hands behind his back.
"Boss!"
When Qian Dagui saw Fang Mo, he immediately jumped down from the table, and his fat body trembled wildly.
"You're here! This Black Wind Ridge is simply a cornucopia. There are too many things for me to get through!"
Fang Mo glanced at the things on the table and nodded.
This Black Wind Ridge is indeed full of oil and water.
In addition to gold and silver, there are also many rare medicinal materials and Artifact Refining Materials.
"According to the rules, thirty-seven points."
Fang Mo walked to the table, picked up an ingot of gold ingot and weighed it.
"Lei Heng, have you sent the 30% over there?"
"Sent it away a long time ago!" Qian Dagui curled his lips, "Although that old boy looks ugly, he sees money and takes it faster than anyone else. But he allows us to rest indefinitely."
"Boss, it's not me who's saying something frustrating."
Qian Dagui threw the pear core into the pile of pearl agate, "Wu Er When the grandson passed the message, his face was almost broken with laughter. An indefinite rest? Isn't this just hanging us out to dry, waiting to get moldy? Without errands, this means that Protective Talisman, those who wanted to kill us in the past are probably sharpening their knives now."
Fang Mo was playing with a Ghost Mask Jade Pendant that came from Black Wind Ridge, and slowly rubbed his thumb on those ferocious lines.
Jade is cold in quality and exudes a sinister aura, making it a good item to nourish evil spirits.
"Let it dry."
Fang Mo didn't even raise his eyelids. He exerted a little force on his fingertips, and a crack appeared on the surface of the jade pendant. A ray of Yin Sha Qi hidden inside penetrated into the meridians along the fingertips, and was instantly swallowed up by the greedy Blood Qi.
"Have a rest."
He stood up and walked to the pile of trophies.
The golden ingots were piled up into a hill, making people's faces turn yellow.
Iron Bull squatted next to him, and the piece of Black Iron Ingot in his hand had been knocked out into a rough shape. It was a rough embryo of Heart Protection Mirror.
This stupid guy doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window. As long as he has iron to beat and meat to eat, even if the sky falls, he will think it's just for covering.
"Where are Da Gui, Old Yan?"
Fang Mo asked seemingly casually.
"I'm playing in the mud in the backyard." Qian Dagui didn't even raise his head and continued to argue with the ledger, "This old man is really big-hearted. We don't even have our belts on our heads, but he still has time to serve those pots of half-dead Clivia."
"It's good to grow flowers and cultivate your body and mind."
Fang Mo The corner of his mouth curled up with a playful smile, and he walked towards the backyard.
"I'm going to see how his flowers are doing."
The backyard is not big, and there is a small garden area in the corner.
Old Yan is facing away from Moon Gate, hunched over, holding a small shovel in his hand, carefully loosening the soil of an orchid with yellow leaves.
The sun shone on his washed-white Gray Cloth Gown. At this moment, he looked like a down-and-out old farmer that can be seen everywhere, without any edge, and even exuding a bit of slumber and decadence.
"Old Yan."
Fang Mo called out.
Old Yan kept moving his hand, inserting the shovel into the soil and bringing out a ball of dark soil.
He turned around slowly, with a flattering and somewhat cunning smile on his face.
"Master, here it is, I'll leave it here."
He patted the dirt on his hands, and there was still black mud embedded in the gaps between his nails. "What do you mean? Are you hungry? Iron Bull The pot of Tiger Bone Soup should be almost stewed. How about I get you a bowl?"
Fang Mo did not answer.
He stood there with his hands behind his back. His blue eyes swept over Old Yan's body, but did not find any flaws. His energy and blood were depleted and his meridians were stagnant. Except for his skillful hand that could use Pipe Bowl as Hidden Weapons, he looked like a dying ordinary jailer.
If it had been before last night, Fang Mo might have believed it.
But now.
"Don't be in a hurry to drink the soup."
Fang Mo's right hand slowly reached towards his lower back.
There is no scabbard there.
There was only one Wooden Sword, which looked withered but actually contained the monstrous Blood Sea, lying quietly on his back.
"I just went back home." Fang Mo's voice was very soft, but every word was like beating on a drum, "I dug out some tatters left by the old man. I think you have stayed at Heavenly Prison for a long time and have seen a lot, so I want you to help me keep an eye on it."
The smile on Old Yan's face froze, and the micro-expression changed extremely quickly at that moment. If Fang Mo hadn't been turning [Netherworld Ghost Eye] on all the time, we wouldn't have been able to capture that fleeting surprise.
"The boss is joking, I'm just an old cripple looking at the gate, what do I know..."
"Buzz--!"
The air trembles.
A clear and passionate Blade Song exploded in the narrow backyard without warning.
Fang Mo swung out his right hand violently.
A red light suddenly appeared.
[Blood Soul] Unsheathed, Crimson's crystal-like blade lay between the two of them, the tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground, only three feet away from Old Yan's eyebrows.
That monstrous Sha Qi, like a Invisible Big Hand, instantly shattered the tranquility of the backyard.
Old Yan straightened his rickety back.
He didn't look at the knife, but looked over Fang Mo's shoulder and looked at Iron Bull who had blocked Moon Gate's mouth at some point.
Iron Bull was still holding the repaired giant hammer in his hand, his honest face was solemn at the moment, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
The two looked at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.
Plop.
The sound of his knees hitting the ground was dull and powerful.
Old Yan straightened the dusty Gray Cloth Gown, clasped his hands in fists, raised them above his head, and knelt heavily on one knee.
Iron Bull followed closely behind, kneeling down as if pushing Golden Mountain down a jade pillar, his huge body casting a shadow on the ground.
"Subscribe Heavenly Prison Bingchen Prison Yan Wangchou!"
"Iron Bull!"
The two spoke in unison, their voices no longer hoarse and low, but with a sonorous tone of Clash of Swords and Horses.
"Meet Mr. Soldier Lord!"