Zhou Kun followed the extremely vague footprints carefully to the entrance of the stairs.
However, when he stepped up the stairs and reached the floor of the bedroom, his face became ugly again.
The opponent Body Movement was extremely clever and landed almost without a trace.
Without the dusty environment of the underground secret room, which is extremely easy to leave footprints, it would be difficult to find traces of the other party.
Tracking interrupted again!
He tried to search carefully inside and outside the bedroom, study and even the attic, but could no longer find any effective traces that could be traced.
The thief is like a ghost, he comes without a trace and leaves without a trace.
"How?"
Sensing the anomaly of Zhou Kun, Chu Feng asked.
"Sir Nephew Chu... forgive Zhou for his incompetence. Not only is the thief very good at holding his breath, but he is also extremely skilled in making light of his body. After leaving the secret room... there are no clues to follow!"
Zhou Kun turned around, his face was burning, shame and helplessness were intertwined, and he whispered.
After repeated setbacks, Law Enforcement Hall Deacon, who had always been conceited, suffered a huge blow to his confidence.
Chu Feng heard this, his face turned completely gloomy, and the chill radiating from his whole body made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a bit.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he swept across the empty secret room, then looked at Huang Shiren who looked ashen and Zhou Kun who looked ashamed.
The thief has not been found, and the recovery of the Huang Family's wealth is far away.
If this news spreads, where will his Chu Feng's face be? How will his subordinates view him?
A pent-up anger surged in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it.
His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"The city gate was sealed as soon as it was stolen. A large amount of gold and silver jewelry cannot disappear without a trace. Zhou Deacon, please use this as a clue and continue to try to investigate!"
"Master Nephew Chu, I will try my best!"
Zhou Kun agreed, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.
The other party's methods are so clean and neat. It is obvious that they have been prepared for it. Using gold, silver and jewelry as clues, it may be difficult to gain anything.
Huang Shiren slumped on the ground in despair, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes completely extinguished.
Two days later, Mo City.
The midday sun shines with a bit of warmth on the simple door plaque of "Hundred Herbs Hall".
Fang Han stepped into the hall with steady steps, and a unique smell of mixed medicinal materials hit his face.
When the waiters in the hall saw Fang Han wearing the uniform of the Azure Profound Sect's disciples, they did not dare to neglect him and hurriedly entered the hall to pass the news.
Not long after, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing Deacon clothes walked out quickly, it was Liu Wei Deacon.
"This nephew, you have worked hard all the way!"
Liu Wei Deacon's eyes fell on the package Fang Han was carrying.
"Deacon Liu, this is Danyao entrusted by the sect for transportation, please check."
Fang Han unpacked the package, took out the sealed wooden box, and handed it over with both hands.
Liu Wei Deacon took the wooden box, carefully checked the seal, confirmed it was intact and showed no signs of disassembly, and said.
"The seal is in good condition. I'm sorry to have you, my nephew. This is the proof that the mission has been completed. Please keep it."
He took out a piece of paper stamped with the Hundred Herbs Hall's seal and handed it to Fang Han.
If he wanted to, he would naturally have a way to embarrass Fang Han, such as breaking the seal while Fang Han was not paying attention, and then insisting that the seal was broken.
However, without Chu Feng standing in the way, and the two of them were strangers and had no grudges, he naturally had no reason to embarrass Fang Han.
"It's your duty, Deacon Liu, you're welcome."
Fang Han took the voucher, glanced at it, put it in his arms, and said.
"If my nephew is not in a hurry, can he take a nap in the hall and have some refreshments before leaving?"
Liu Wei Deacon invited me.
"Thank you Deacon for your kindness. It's still early and I'm preparing to return on my way back, so I won't leave here."
Fang Han politely declined with a humble attitude.
"In that case, please take care of yourself, nephew."
Liu Wei Deacon is not forced to stay, and Fang Han is delivered to the door.
After leaving Hundred Herbs Hall, Fang Han did not return to the Azure Profound Sect along the original route, but took a detour.
According to the information purchased from the Rain Pavilion, Wu Family, one of the three remaining suitable forces under Chu Feng, is located at Green Wave City, about three hundred miles away from Mo City.
"Whoosh!"
He cast <Flowing Wind Shadowless Step>, his body shape was like the wind and his speed was extremely fast.
After only half a day's work, when dusk fell, the outline of a city built by the water and lit up was already visible in the distance.
Green Wave City, named after the Blue Wave River passing through the city, has prosperous business and is somewhat more prosperous than White Cloud City.
Fang Han paid the city entry tax and followed the flow of people into the city.
After finding out the location of the Wu Mansion, I found a humble inn to stay at. After a simple dinner, I sat quietly in the room, adjusted my breath, and waited for the night.
The hour is approaching and everything is silent.
Fang Han puts on his night clothes and mask, <Myriad Transformation Breath Concealment Technique> operates quietly, and his aura instantly merges with the darkness.
He pushed open the window and slid out as silently as a fallen leaf, blending into the thick night and sneaking in the direction of the Wu Mansion.
Wu Mansion occupies a large area, with looming pavilions and pavilions. The security is much tighter than that of the Huang Family. Patrolling Guard has neat steps and sharp eyes.
But this didn't bother him.
He relied on the Proficiency Realm level breath-condensing technique and Minor Accomplishment Body Movement to shuttle through the shadows of the mansion like a real shadow.
Easily avoiding all the overt sentries and hidden cards, he headed straight towards the most magnificent attic in the house.
According to intelligence, this is where Wu Family Clan Head Wu Qiming lives and handles business.
From the study window on the second floor of the attic, dim light shines through, reflecting a figure on the window paper who is crouching at his desk and writing.
"Wu Qiming is in the study room?"
Fang Han frowned slightly, Wu Qiming, as a Seventh Rank warrior, has a keen spiritual sense. If he searches for the secret room nearby when he is awake, he will be easily detected.
After pondering for a moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Knock out Wu Qiming!
This can not only avoid alarm, but also buy enough time to search.
With his mind set, he walked around to the study door, gathered strength with his fingertips, and pushed the door gently.
"Click."
There was a very slight sound, and the door slid open.
Almost at the same moment when the door slid open, Wu Qiming, who was sitting at his desk in the study room, seemed to be aware of something. He suddenly raised his head and even wanted to shout:
"Who?"
However, his words have not yet come out--
"Whoosh!"
A black shadow, like lightning that tore through the night, rushed in from the slightly opened door.
The speed is beyond imagination!
'So fast!'
Wu Qiming felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a strong wind was blowing in his face.
He was horrified, and the Seventh-rank mid stage warrior's reaction made him subconsciously stand up to block and counterattack.
But Fang Han is a late-stage warrior of Seventh Rank, and <Flowing Wind Shadowless Step> has reached Minor Accomplishment. His speed is far faster than that of warriors of the same level, and he is ready to attack again.
As soon as he raised his arm, Fang Han was already in front of him, his right palm was like a knife, and with a condensed palm wind, he cut the back of his neck accurately.
The palm force is contained but not exposed, just right.
"Bang--"
Wu Qiming's vision went dark, he groaned, his body fell limply, lying on the desk, and he fainted.
Fang Han gently closed the study door and glanced at Wu Qiming, who had fainted, to confirm that he would not wake up in a short time.
Immediately, his eyes scanned the entire study room sharply.
The study room is elegantly decorated, with a row of extremely high mahogany bookshelves against the wall, filled with books and files.
The floor is covered with thick pile carpets, and the tables, chairs and furniture are all made of fine wood.
Fang Han held his breath and concentrated, first contained Internal Qi with his fingertips, and tapped the four walls very lightly and quickly. The echo was solid and there was no interlayer.
Immediately, he walked to the bookshelf and examined it carefully.
Soon, his eyes were fixed on the ground on the right side of the bookshelf.
The indentations on the carpet there seem to be slightly deviated from the legs of the bookshelf, and the dust distribution nearby is also slightly abnormal, as if the bookshelf has been moved recently.
"Here!"
Fang Han's heart moved, and he pressed his hands against the sides of the bookshelf, exerting slight force.
"Crunch..."
There was a slight friction sound, and the heavy bookshelf was slowly pushed open by him, revealing a secret door on the wall behind it!
The secret door is made of the same material as the wall, and is extremely difficult to find unless the bookshelf is pushed open.
Fang Han Fingertips groped for the seam of the door, and soon found a slight bulge, and pressed it lightly.
"Click."
The secret door slid inward, revealing a narrow compartment that could only accommodate one person.
The compartment is not big, only about ten feet long and wide, and nine camphor wood boxes of different sizes are neatly stacked inside.
The lid of the box was unlocked, so I opened it casually. Inside were yellow gold ingots and white silver ingots, and the jewels and jewels came to my face.
The other several boxes also contain gold, silver and jewelry. Although the total amount is not as much as Huang Family, it is still considerable.
"Recharge!"
Fang Han thought about it, called out System Panel, and without hesitation, counted all the five boxes and the belongings inside Recharge.
There was a flash of light and the box disappeared.
The wealth value on System Panel started to jump.
[Possessed Wealth:587,000 silver]
[Possessed Wealth: 687,000 silver]
[Possessed Wealth:787,000 silver]
Finally, the numbers settled.
[Possessed Wealth:1.123 million silver]
"600,000 taels!"
A hint of joy flashed in Fang Han's eyes. Although Wu Family's accumulation was not as good as Huang Family's, it still amounted to 600,000 taels.
Let his wealth exceed the one million mark again!
He quickly exited the cubicle, pushed the bookshelf back to its original position, and erased the traces he left behind.
He glanced at Wu Qiming, who was still fainting, and stopped staying. He flashed out of the study like a ghost, blended into the night, and left Wu Mansion quietly.
Wu Qiming was not killed because he had no grudge against Wu Qiming except for the indirect relationship with Chu Feng.
More than an hour later, in the study, Wu Qiming, who was lying on the desk, moved his fingers slightly, let out a low groan, and woke up leisurely.
There was a soreness in the back of his neck, which instantly reminded him of the scene before he fell into coma.
He raised his head suddenly and looked around. There was no one in the study, only the oil lamp was still dancing with the dim flame.
However, when he glanced at the row of bookshelves, his pupils suddenly shrank!
The position of the bookshelf... seems to be slightly different from the memory? The indentations on the carpet on the ground...
An ominous premonition poured over my body like ice water!
He staggered to his feet, threw himself in front of the bookshelf, and pushed it away with all his strength.
When he saw the open secret door on the wall and the empty compartment behind the door, Wu Qiming felt like he was struck by thunder, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify instantly!
His legs weakened and he almost collapsed to the ground, barely holding on to the bookshelf to steady himself.
His face turned red at first, and then turned as pale as paper. His lips were trembling, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. Only a strange sound of "ho ho" came out of his throat.
Grief, despair, disbelief... all the emotions were like huge waves, completely drowning him.
That is the foundation accumulated by the Wu Family over several generations, and it is the foundation for him to settle down and live his life!
Just... gone?
"Uh-huh--!"
An extremely suppressed scream, like a wounded beast, finally broke through his throat and rang out sadly in the silent study.
Wu Qiming's vision went dark, his energy and blood rushed to his heart, his body shook violently, and he almost fainted again.