Although Shi Donglai is the big shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion, he still does not have the right to buy houses in the east of the city. The people living in the east of the city are all dignitaries.
His level is far from enough.
This area is full of the Outer Sect stewards and shopkeepers from various governments. It is lively during the day, but very deserted at night.
Zhou Qi followed him through the first street.
There were still scattered pedestrians on the street, a peddler carrying a load was closing his stall, and a drunkard was leaning against the wall and snoring.
Shi Donglai walked past them without looking back.
When you turn into the second alley, there are even fewer people.
There are high walls on both sides of the alley, and inside the wall is the backyard of a certain family. There are several old locust trees planted with their branches sticking out of the wall, casting shadows of their teeth and claws in the moonlight.
A few dozen feet in front and back, only Shi Donglai's footsteps echoed on the bluestone.
Zhou Qi quickened his pace, and Great Perfection's Gale Step instantly performed to the extreme.
He didn't deliberately hide his figure.
The speed of Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer is not something that Foundation Establishment, Third Layer can respond to in such a short distance.
Shi Donglai didn't even have time to turn around, he only felt a heavy blow on the back of his head, like being hit by a hammer. His vision went dark and his whole body went limp.
Zhou Qi grabbed his collar and prevented him from falling down.
Army-Breaking Fist, the force is precise - it doesn't hurt your brain to be confused.
But Zhou Qi couldn't determine the time of unconsciousness, so he stood there and hesitated for a moment, then punched twice more to make up for it.
Looking at the three big bags on the back of Shi Donglai's head, Zhou Qi nodded with satisfaction.
He squatted down and groped around Shi Donglai's waist.
The bunch of keys was pinned to the inside of the belt, three of them, made of copper, glowing dimly in the moonlight.
He pulled it off and stuffed it into his arms.
There is an abandoned house at the end of the alley.
Half of the courtyard wall collapsed, and the door panel hung crookedly with a faded seal on it.
Zhou Qi dragged Shi Donglai in and threw it behind a pile of dead grass.
From the outside, nothing can be seen.
Without taking a second look, he turned around and left the abandoned house, heading in the direction of the Treasure Pavilion.
Gale Step used all his strength, and his figure was almost invisible in the night.
In a moment, the back wall of the Treasure Pavilion was in sight.
Instead of taking the main entrance, he went around to the back alley, found a half-open window, and climbed in sideways.
The room was pitch dark.
Zhou Qi held his breath, Divine Sense dispersed silently.
In the lobby, two waiters were lying on the counter, snoring one after another.
One was face down, pressing a rag, and the other had his head tilted, with drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
At the door of the warehouse, there was a third clerk leaning on the door frame, holding a wine gourd in his arms, sleeping soundly.
Shi Donglai made a special request to take turns sleeping before leaving, but not even half an hour after leaving, the sound of snoring was already coming one after another.
Zhou Qi walked into the lobby and walked to the two waiters.
One punch per person, the force is just right.
The snoring stopped suddenly, their heads tilted to the side, and there was no sound at all.
He walked to the door of the warehouse again, followed the same pattern, and punched the man leaning against the door frame unconscious.
Three locks in the warehouse.
He took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole one by one, and turned it gently, just as Shi Donglai did during the day.
The sound of the lock bolt popping open was particularly clear in the silence, and every sound was like beating a drum.
Zhou Qi listened carefully, but there was no movement outside.
The iron door opened with a low "squeak".
He ducked in and closed the door behind his back.
It's darker inside the warehouse than outside.
The small window high up let in a little moonlight, drawing a white square frame on the ground.
Zhou Qi does not light up.
Relying on his memories from the day, he walked through the shelves and toward the innermost corner.
The steps were very light and there was almost no sound when stepping on the compacted mud.
Arrived.
He knelt down and groped along the ground with his fingers.
Go brick by brick.
The surface of the green bricks is rough and has been worn away by time.
When he touched the fifth piece, his fingers paused.
This brick seam is slightly wider than the one next to it.
Zhou Qi Hold the brick joint and lift it gently.
The blue bricks are loose.
He lifted it up, and there was a groove underneath, with a dark wooden box lying quietly inside.
The box is not big, it is heavy and cold to the bone.
There are no patterns on the surface, it is completely black, and its outline is almost invisible in the dim light.
Zhou Qi probed with Divine Sense, and an inexplicable force slid away his senses.
Sure enough, this thing itself can isolate it from detection.
He opened the hidden button on the box cover, and with a soft "click" the box popped open.
Zhou Qi Take it to a place where moonlight leaks in.
The moonlight shone into the box, and Zhou Qi could see clearly what was inside.
A thin book with no writing on the cover.
Next to it is a row of spiritual stones, their lustrous luster standing out in the dark. Each one is as big as an egg, Spiritual Qi.
It's not Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, it's a higher level.
He counted ten.
There is a book next to the spirit stone, with three words written on the cover - Void-Return Fist.
Zhou Qi first picked up the unwritten book and flipped through a few pages.
Densely written in small regular script, one by one, the year, the amount, and the person handling it are recorded.
In a certain month of a certain year, the spiritual material was falsely reported to have been lost by 30%, which was equivalent to one thousand two hundred taels of silver.
In a certain month of a certain year, the top grade Yellow Tier, Law Artifact, was intercepted in the name of defective products, and fifteen spiritual stones were made in profit.
In a certain month of a certain year, spirit medicine was passed off as substandard and the difference was recorded in a private account...
Shi Donglai's lifeblood.
Zhou Qi The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He stuffed the book into his arms, picked up the ten High-Grade Spirit Stone, and put them one by one into his bag.
Finally, I picked up the book <Void-Return Fist> and flipped through it.
Profound Tier, Mid-Grade boxing technique.
A big level higher than Army-Breaking Fist.
Good stuff.
There were a few things left in the box, some bottles and cans. He picked them up one by one and looked at them. Most of them were broken mirrors or pills for cultivation.
Useless to yourself.
There is also a Token.
Zhou Qi glanced at it and didn't dare to touch it. He wasn't well-educated enough, and he was badly hurt by Token last time.
He put the empty box back into the groove, covered it with blue bricks, and stepped on it with his feet to restore the cracks in the bricks to their original shape.
Zhou Qi exited the warehouse and closed the iron door.
The three locks were locked in sequence, and the sound of the lock tongue popping into the keyhole was particularly clear in the silence.
He put the keys back in his arms, glanced at the three sleeping men, turned around and climbed out of the back window.
When the night wind blew, his whole body felt lighter.
When he returned to the abandoned house, Shi Donglai was still unconscious in the hay pile, with the same posture as when he left.
Zhou Qi squatted down and stuffed the bunch of keys back into his waist.
He stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and was about to leave when he turned around and glanced at Shi Donglai.
Turn around and put the bunch of keys in your sleeve.
Tomorrow, when shopkeeper Shi wakes up, he will find that the key is in the wrong place.
He would panic and run to the warehouse, open the box, and find that the account book and the spiritual stone were missing.
He will know that his greatest control lies in the hands of a certain person.
But he will not speak out, because once he does, the matter of pocketing public accounts will be exposed.
He could only eat coptis and swallow the breath back into his stomach.
Then wait for someone to blackmail him.
Then, he will think carefully about which side he should be on.
Zhou Qi nodded secretly, very satisfied with his plan.
When I climbed over the wall and returned to Yao Qing's Separate Courtyard, the time had just reached the ugly hour.
He bolted the door, sat by the bed, took out the account book from his arms, and read page by page under the moonlight outside the window.
The more I look at Zhou Qi, the bigger the cracks in the corners of my mouth become.
This old boy is really greedy.
Not to mention Yao Jingyi, even if Yao Ke knew that he dared to steal food from his tiger's mouth, he would definitely cut him into pieces.
There are even some elixirs that Yao Ke is not worthy of tasting.
No wonder this old boy's qualifications can still reach Foundation Establishment, Third-Layer Peak.
Zhou Qi put down the account book and picked up another boxing book.
Study it.