"All right, all right. It's our turn." Lei Mingyu said impatiently. They were already short on time, and now this fatty wanted to hog everything for himself.
The fatty didn't see it that way. Struggling, he shouted at the statue, "Goddess, it's not that I don't want to show you my devotion. You can see they won't let me! Please remember me, Goddess! I... I'm Wang Fugui!"
"When it's dark tonight and you come calling, please make sure you know who you're dealing with before you strike! I'm one of your own, Goddess!"
In the end, Lei Mingyu and Du Moyu each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him aside.
Jiang Cheng stood by, enjoying the show. The fatty was getting more and more talented. If he were the River Goddess, he probably wouldn't have the heart to kill such a devout, silver-tongued fatty.
After paying their respects, everyone began searching for treasure.
But this time, almost everyone clustered around Yu Chengmu, following him at a careful distance.
The reason was simple: the old man knew a lot, and following him gave them the best chance of finding something valuable.
Yu Chengmu, however, took his time, looking left and right as if he were searching diligently. In the end, he only searched a small patch of ground—a patch they had already gone over seven or eight times. They had practically been ready to peel up the floor.
Jiang Cheng and Chen Hao both had their suspicions that the old man was just dragging his feet.
They made an excuse to search elsewhere, saying everyone would be more efficient if they spread out, and left the fatty and Lei Mingyu to keep an eye on him.
Du Moyu rubbed his chin and leaned against a pillar, narrowing his eyes. "Heh.