Wen Xian?
It took him a while to regain his senses and he quickly climbed out of the pile of corpses.
He was still in a state of shock as he lay on the muddy yellow soil.
Wasn't he dead?
Could this be Yan Luo Dian?
It didn't look like it!
Suddenly, the crows circling above the corpses flapped their wings and cawed, then landed on the rotting corpses and pecked at the raw flesh.
He suddenly realized that this was a mass grave!
He wasn't dead yet.
He got up. His body was weak and he swayed for a while before he could stand up straight.
Borrowing the weak moonlight, he surveyed the surrounding terrain and roughly knew where he was. Then, he determined a direction and left this place with great difficulty while carrying his injuries.
He did not notice that there were four or five figures following behind him.
Two hours later.
That person arrived at the back door of a house in the suburbs. He looked around cautiously to make sure no one was following him before he knocked on the door.
After a while, a voice came from behind the door. "Buying cloth? Or dyeing cloth? "
"Delivering cloth."
Creak!
The door opened.
An old man peeked out and was shocked when he saw who it was.
"Xie Qin?"
Xie Qin's legs turned to jelly and he fell heavily against the door frame.
"Aren't you …" Dead?
The old man didn't say the last three words.
Xie Qin said, "Let's go in first."
The old man nodded and quickly helped him in. After making sure there was no one behind him, he closed the door.
Lang Po jumped out from the shadows and hid in a corner of the back door. He was also very shocked.
Because the courtyard Xie Qin entered was the Si Family Silks Shop!
And that old man was the one who received the cloth from the Wen Family Silks.
Lang Po was in high spirits and even a little excited. He had been guarding the Si family for so many days and there had been no movement. Today, he finally caught a rabbit, so how could he not be excited?
He quickly ordered the guard beside him, "Go back and report to His Highness."
"Yes!"
After receiving the order, the guard disappeared in a flash while Lang Po quietly snuck into the Si residence.
Xie Qin was helped into a room, and the old man quickly locked the door.
One of the two candlesticks in the room suddenly went out, and the other one seemed to have been picked up by someone. As the figure slowly moved, the light became dimmer and dimmer, and finally disappeared, causing the room to be pitch-black.
Looking at the direction in which the light was moving, it was as if someone was walking further and further away with the candlestick.
But how big could that house be?
Fifty square meters would be enough.
Go further and further? How could this be?
Lang Po quietly jumped onto the roof beam and threw a small tile to look inside.
It was a room filled with chests of all sizes. Apart from the chests, there was nothing else.
Even … Xie Qin and the old man who had just entered were gone.
There's a secret room in the house?
Impossible! Lang Po denied his own speculation.
This was because he had already snuck into the house and looked around, but there were no hidden passages or traps inside.
How could the people inside disappear for no reason?
Just as he was feeling strange, a stone was suddenly thrown at his head from afar. Fortunately, he had already sensed it. He tilted his body and dodged, then jumped down from the roof.
With the light from the surrounding lanterns, he clearly saw the person who threw the stone at him.
Wen Xian!
Wen Xian was wearing a clean black robe, and the flute was still hanging on his waist.
He looked Lang Po up and down and revealed an astonished expression. "So it's someone by Prince Rong's side. Why are you here so late at night?"
Lang Po's expression was solemn as he narrowed his eyes. "Young Master Wen? Why are you here? "
He smiled and walked forward. "This is my place. What's so strange about me being here?"
"Your place?"
Lang Po was shocked.
He had been waiting outside the Si residence for a long time, but he had never seen Wen Xian here.
Wen Xian leisurely explained, "The Si family silks shop has always been managed by me, but business wasn't good, so I left it alone and handed it over to someone else to take care of. When I have time, I will come back for a visit. However, I didn't expect to see someone spying on my roof when I came back today because I couldn't sleep, so I went to take a walk in the courtyard. I actually ran into someone snooping on my roof, so I threw a stone at you. I didn't expect you to be someone by Prince Rong's side. Please forgive me for offending you."
"It's fine!"
"But … you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here so late at night? Moreover, you even climbed up to the roof. "
His last sentence was like a sharp blade scratching an iron plate.
Although Lang Po was a rough man, he was not one of those panicky little guards when it came to real work.
He put on a straight face. "Young Master Wen, please don't misunderstand. This one came after a little thief. That thief stole an important item from Prince Rong, so I came here."
"Little thief?" Wen Xian looked around. "Since that thief stole something from Prince Rong, we have to search carefully. But where did that thief go?"
"It's in the room behind me."
"Oh?" Wen Xian was puzzled. "That room is only a warehouse for storing cloth. It can't hide anyone."
Creak!
The door behind him suddenly opened.
An old man walked out, holding an extinguished candle in one hand and pressing his bleeding forehead with the other.
When he saw the people in the courtyard, he quickly bowed and walked over.
"Young Master? It's already so late, why aren't you resting? "The old man asked.
Wen Xian asked him, "Uncle Wang, this young master said that he saw a thief enter the warehouse where the bolts of cloth are kept. Did you see him?"
"Was there a thief? I didn't see it. I was just checking the quantity of the cloth and accidentally knocked over the candlestick. I fell and almost hit my head. "
Blood was still dripping from his forehead.
He quickly added, "And I was the only one inside. I didn't see anyone else come in."
Lang Po glared at Uncle Wang. Naturally, he didn't believe him. He snatched the candle from Uncle Wang's hand, took out his own match, and lit it. Then, he turned around and entered the warehouse.
The warehouse was rectangular in shape, and it was filled with boxes of all sizes. He carefully looked around the room, not even letting go of the small boxes that were used to store the cloth.
But …
He didn't find anything, not even a secret passage.
Wen Xian walked in and looked at the opened boxes. He didn't even frown. He only said, "As you can see, there's only cloth in this room. There's no room for anyone at all. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, and the thief has already escaped."
Lang Po's face darkened as he looked at the empty room.
He tightened his grip on the candle.
In the end, he could only cup his hands and apologize to Wen Xian. "My apologies for disturbing you, Young Master Wen. Maybe … my eyes were playing tricks on me. Since the thief isn't here, I'll take my leave."
"I won't see you out!"
After Lang Po left, he jumped and immediately disappeared.
When he realized that the thief had really left, Wen Xian's indifferent face darkened. He asked Uncle Wang.
"Where is he?"
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