The warehouse has been looted, Fang Han is about to turn around and leave the warehouse--
Suddenly, his expression suddenly changed.
In <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s perception, the breath of Second Grade, which had been calm and calm, suddenly changed.
After breaking away from deep practice or falling asleep, the breath fluctuations become violent.
Moreover, that breath is moving at an extremely fast speed.
Direction, go straight to the warehouse.
"Discovered?"
Fang Han's heart skipped a beat.
Regardless of being surprised, he activated <Wind God Step> with all his strength, and his body turned into an invisible stream of light and swept out of the warehouse.
Under the moonlight, his speed was astonishingly fast, almost blending into the night wind.
The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, a figure rushed towards the warehouse.
She was an old woman in her sixties, with a thin body but a straight back.
Her gray hair was combed meticulously, pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head, and fixed with a plain silver hairpin.
His face is old, but his eyes are astonishingly bright, sparkling when he opens and closes them.
She wore a black robe with dark patterns unique to the Nether Pavilion Elder. The corners of the robe were embroidered with dark flame patterns with silver thread, glowing with a cold luster in the night.
It is Qin Luomei, one of the only nine remaining Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder.
"Thieves, please leave!"
Qin Luomei's voice was hoarse and low, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
Her figure flashed and turned into a black stream of light, chasing Fang Han.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han did not look back, but pushed <Wind God Step> to the extreme.
His speed was astonishingly fast, like an invisible wind under the moonlight, passing by the rows of wooden houses in the mine and rushing towards the wall.
"Stop him!"
Qin Luomei's voice sounded from behind, with irrepressible anger.
In the mine, several Nether Pavilion Deacon disciples who were awakened rushed out of the wooden house. When they saw a green shadow rushing towards them, they quickly drew their weapons.
"Stop!"
One Deacon shouted sharply, and the long knife in his hand turned into a sword, slashing Fang Han directly.
Fang Han didn't even slow down. Cloudsplitter Sword unsheathed his sword and flashed with light.
Deacon didn't even see the trajectory of the sword clearly before he felt a chill in his throat and fell down softly.
Another Deacon rushed from the side, thrust out both palms, and the dark palm prints carried a cold wind, and struck Fang Han directly on the waist and ribs.
Fang Han stepped aside and struck a sword with his backhand.
The sword light passed by, and Deacon's head flew high into the air. The headless body rushed forward two more steps according to the inertia, and then fell to the ground suddenly.
Several Nether Pavilion disciples gathered from the front, trying to slow down Fang Han's speed.
Fang Han Sword Intent kept coming, Cloudsplitter Sword swept out.
A condensed cyan Sword Qi came out from the sword and swept towards the disciples.
"Puff puff puff--"
Several muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
Those disciples didn't even have time to react before they were swept away by Sword Qi. Their bodies were broken into two pieces and blood sprayed all over the ground.
"Whoosh!"
From Fang Han plundering the warehouse to killing several people in a row, it was just a matter of seconds.
His speed was almost not affected at all. <Wind God Step> used all his strength and his body swept under the wall.
He tapped his toes lightly on the ground and rose upright, like a night bird, climbing over the wall silently.
When he landed, he was already outside the mine.
Behind him, Qin Luomei's figure was chasing after him.
Although she is over sixty years old, Body Movement does not look old at all, her speed is astonishing, and her black figure is like a black lightning in the moonlight.
However--
Fang Han's speed is faster than hers.
<Wind God Step> As the master-level Body Movement, the speed after Beginner stage is far beyond the ordinary Second Grade warrior's Body Movement.
The distance between the two people is widening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Thirty feet.
Fifty feet.
Baizhang.
Fang Han's figure is getting further and further away in the night, becoming lighter and lighter, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind.
Qin Luomei's face is getting uglier and uglier.
She tried her best to push Internal Qi and push Body Movement to the extreme, but she still couldn't close the distance with Fang Han.
That green shadow is like the real wind, unable to catch or catch up.
After a while, it completely disappeared into the night.
"Damn it!"
Qin Luomei cursed lowly, his eyes full of unwillingness.
But she knew she couldn't catch up.
Any further pursuit will only waste Internal Qi.
She suddenly stopped and stood on a ridge with her hands behind her hands, looking at the direction in which the green shadow was escaping, her face as gloomy as water.
The night wind blew by, blowing her gray hair, which looked particularly desolate in the moonlight.
After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and turned around, heading towards the mine.
When we returned to the mine, the awakened Deacon disciples were gathering in front of the warehouse door, their faces pale and their eyes full of panic.
Seeing Qin Luomei coming back, everyone quickly moved out of the way and stood with their heads bowed, not daring to express their anger.
Qin Luomei's eyes swept over the eight corpses leaning against the wall, and then landed on the ajar door of the warehouse.
She walked forward and opened the door.
Moonlight filtered in from outside the door, illuminating the empty warehouse.
Those wooden boxes that were originally piled full of piles, now have not a single one left.
Qin Luomei's face turned livid at this moment.
She turned around slowly and walked out of the warehouse, her eyes falling on the eight corpses.
"Who's on duty tonight?"
Her voice was hoarse and filled with irrepressible anger.
"Back... back to Elder, it's... it's me..."
A middle-aged man wearing Deacon clothing stepped forward bravely, his voice trembling.
"You were approached at the door of the warehouse and all eight of the guards were killed, but you didn't even notice?"
Qin Luomei's eyes fell on Deacon's face, and his voice was cold.
"I... I..."
Then Deacon opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but found that he couldn't.
Eight disciples were killed and the warehouse was looted, but they, the people responsible for the night watch, were not aware of it.
This is indeed a dereliction of duty, an irrefutable dereliction of duty.
Qin Luomei didn't say anything else, he just withdrew his gaze and stood in front of the warehouse door with his hands behind his hands.
She looked at the ajar door and the broken iron lock on the door frame, her face so gloomy that it could drip water.
Those wooden boxes, those ores--
That is the inventory accumulated by the mine over several months of mining, worth tens of millions of taels.
Now, overnight, it disappeared into nothing.
"Thieves..."
Qin Luomei gritted his teeth and whispered these two words, each word seemed to be quenched with poison.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surging emotions.
After a moment, she opened her eyes, and there was only an icy coldness in those twinkling eyes.
"Message to the sect."
She spoke, and her voice returned to calmness, but underneath that calmness, there was a volcano about to erupt.
"Let's just say that the mine was robbed, all the ore in stock was lost, and eight guard disciples were killed. The thief Body Movement was very fast, and I... couldn't catch up."
"Yes."
The Deacon responded quickly, turned around and left quickly.
Qin Luomei stood in front of the warehouse door with his hands behind his hands, looking at the ajar door. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
In the end, I couldn't suppress my anger.
Raise your hand and slap it with one palm.
"Boom--!"
The heavy Iron Wood door exploded under this palm, sending sawdust flying.
A huge hole appeared in the door, with jagged edges and broken wood scattered on the floor.
Those Deacon disciples who were standing with their heads bowed were so frightened by this palm that they trembled all over, their heads hung lower, and even their breathing was suppressed to the lowest level.
Qin Luomei retracted his palms and stood with his hands behind his back.
Her face was still gloomy, but the turbulent emotions in her eyes had gradually subsided.
"Clean up and take the body away."
She spoke, her voice calm.
"Yes."
As if they had been granted amnesty, everyone responded quickly and began to get busy.
Some people carried away the body, some cleaned up the blood on the ground, and some repaired the broken door.
"It's a pity that I couldn't see clearly what kind of Body Movement I was using!"
Qin Luomei stood on the spot with his hands behind his hands, looking at the mess, his brows furrowed.
If it were daytime, maybe we could guess the identity of the thief through Body Movement.
Unfortunately, at night, his vision was blurred, and he could not see clearly what kind of Body Movement this person was using.
The mine is more than a hundred miles away.
Fang Han's figure stopped in a dense forest.
He looked back at the way he came. Under the moonlight, the mountains and forests were silent, and there were no pursuers.
"<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>."
His thoughts moved slightly, and he activated the scent gate Tracking Secret Technique with all his strength, carefully sensing the scents within several miles around him.
The fragrance of vegetation, the fishy smell of earth, the smell of nocturnal beasts--
Everything is as usual, there is no such cold and condensed Second Grade breath.
"There is no pursuit."
Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath, and his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.
He glanced around, found a hidden tree hole, and ducked in.
The hole in the tree was not big enough to allow him to curl up and sit down.
After he was safe, a question lingered in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it.
"How was it exposed?"
Fang Han frowned slightly and whispered to himself, so softly that only he could hear it.
With the Perfection Realm<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>'s breath-containing ability, his breath was as condensed as a lifeless stone.
Even if the Second Grade warrior Spiritual Perception is, it will be difficult to detect his existence.
But that Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder clearly discovered something unusual, so he went straight to the warehouse.
"How did the other party discover the anomaly?"
Fang Han went through the process from beginning to end in his mind.
Sneaked into the mine without alerting anyone.
Approach the warehouse, kill the eight guard disciples with Sword Intent, and repair the sword wounds to cover up the traces.
Open the iron lock and enter the warehouse, Recharge ore--
Everything was silent, not a breath was leaked, and not a single movement was made.
But that Second Grade Elder still found something abnormal.
"Could it be... those eight disciples?"
Fang Han An idea flashed in his mind and he made a guess.
His ability to hold his breath is unlikely to be exposed, either because of him or because of other people.
Eight disciples were killed and their aura dissipated.
That Second Grade Elder scanned the mine with Spiritual Perception and noticed the disappearance of these eight auras. Only then was he alerted and went straight to the warehouse.
"That should be it."
Fang Han whispered to himself, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.
Although Second Grade Elder and Spiritual Perception could not detect his aura, they could detect the disappearance of the auras of the eight disciples.
Use this to detect abnormalities.
"The previous two operations were not discovered, probably because the only ones in charge were Third Grade warriors..."
Fang Han felt suddenly.
The medicine fields and mines that were looted before were all controlled by Third Grade Elder.
Third Grade The warrior's Spiritual Perception has a limited range and cannot cover the entire mine. Naturally, it cannot detect the disappearance of the guarding disciple's aura.
The range of Second Grade Elder and Spiritual Perception was enough to cover the entire mine, and only then did the anomaly appear.
"It is indeed a bit risky to attack an industry that is guarded by Second Grade Elder!"
Fang Han felt wary.
As judged before, it is indeed a bit risky to attack an industry guarded by Second Grade Elder.
The next action is to choose to attack the industry that is only guarded by the Nether Pavilion Third Grade Elder.
Although the harvest will be less each time, the advantage is that it is safe and not easily exposed.