Now he was saving money for a betrothal gift so he could marry his master in the future. Naturally, he could not waste an opportunity to loot a corpse.
Swish!
Sword light flashed past. The Storage Bag instantly shattered, and its contents fell into his palm.
But when Ye Qinghong saw the items in his hand, he could not help frowning, displeasure showing on his face.
There was no money, not even any treasures.
This black-clothed man's Storage Bag had contained nothing but a few talismans!
The talismans were written on yellow paper, with blood dripping from every one. Amid the wind and rain, they looked so sinister and cold that they made one's hair stand on end and sent chills down one's spine!
One glance was enough to tell that something was wrong!
"What is this?"
Ye Qinghong murmured. He studied them for a long time without deciphering them, though that was perfectly normal. After all, there were far, far too many talismans in this world.
Every talisman had a different function. These simply looked rather strange!
"I'll keep them and ask Second Junior Sister later. She's the Heavenly Calculation Heir. There's nothing in this world she doesn't know. Who knows? They might be valuable enough to sell."
At that thought, even his icy eyes seemed to thaw a little. Like a little money-grubber, he wrapped the talisman papers in sword qi and casually stuffed them into his Storage Bag.
Then he resumed searching around his master.
He had to protect his master while carrying out his grand plan to get rich.
All one could say was that he was busy. Extremely busy!
Rain poured down as Fang Yang finally reached the Flying Carriage under the complicated gazes of the civil and military officials.
The Female Emperor's gaze