"Heeheehee, immortals, please show some kindness and take pity on this old man..."
The Old Beggar spoke with a broad grin, but Ying Ming Hao interrupted him before he could finish.
"You scruffy old geezer, hold still! Everything will be fine after a nap!"
Ying Ming Hao shouted impatiently, raising his hand and bringing it down in a precise chop to the Old Beggar's neck.
With a soft crack, the Old Beggar crumpled as though all the strength had been drained from his body, instantly falling into a deep sleep.
Then Ying Ming Hao continued addressing the others:
"That was just something I did in passing. If I'd left him in there, someone might easily have injured him by accident. You could say I did a good deed-if you're escorting the Buddha, see him all the way to the western paradise!
"So forget about him for now. Let's hurry up and see what goodies I looted from those outsiders!"
With that, Ying Ming Hao eagerly pulled the two hundred-odd Storage Rings he had just stolen from inside his robe. They glimmered faintly in the sunlight, as though proclaiming their worth.
Beside him, however, Zhou Duoduo said quietly:
"I never imagined Brother Yun would pull off such a stroke of genius, actually snatching their Storage Rings outright. Will they discover what happened later?"
Worry covered her face, so thick it seemed it could drip like water. After all, the Storage Rings had surely contained vast quantities of resources, and their owners certainly would not let the matter rest.
Wu Zhifeng hurriedly chimed in:
"Yes, Senior Sister Zhou is absolutely right. They might follow the vine to the melon and track us down. The consequences would be unthinkable!"
A trace of anxiety slipped into his voice, like strands of hair tousled