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Fang Shu, just as he had last time, swiftly made the rounds of several shops and withdrew all the goods stored under the three Black Tickets in one go.

Then, with equal efficiency, he disposed of all those goods and temporarily deposited them in a new shop, exchanging them for a brand-new Black Ticket.

Though the process was somewhat troublesome, it eliminated the possibility that someone had tampered with the goods and could follow the trail straight to his door.

Not until dusk that day did Fang Shu find anything amiss with the place where the goods had been stored.

Only then did he conceal himself and step once more into the shop where they had been deposited.

When he opened the chest in the shop, he paid particular attention to the strands of hair he had tucked into it, along with several other little tricks, confirming that no one besides himself had opened the chest.

Only then did Fang Shu leave the shop with the satchel in hand. He went to another familiar old-established shop, rented a quiet room inside, and began sorting through the goods.

Amid the hazy smoke, the clinking and rustling of talisman coins rang out.

By examining the goods deposited under the Black Tickets, Fang Shu discovered that one of them indeed belonged to Su Qingao.

That ticket held the most talisman coins—three or four ten-thousand in all, filling an enormous chest. It ought to have been the old man's entire fortune.

Fortunately, Fang Shu had chosen the nighttime both when withdrawing and depositing the goods. Otherwise, carrying such a huge chest back and forth would truly have drawn attention.

Apart from the talisman coins, the old man's possessions included all manner of strange odds and ends. Fang Shu knew nothing about them, and after