Li Banfeng drove the carriage to Xiaoyaowu. In the carriage were Song Zhigang, two martial arts cultivators and several thugs with advanced training.

Ling Miaoying's tape really worked. When applied to the wound, it not only stopped the bleeding, but also temporarily controlled the injury. Although these people couldn't move, they were still alive.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Banfeng drove his carriage to Xiaoyaowu. At this time, Xiaoyaowu was bustling with people coming and going.

Li Banfeng drove the carriage around to the warehouse in the backyard of Xiaoyaowu, and when no one was paying attention, he asked the projector to call a helper to unload the truck.

The projector learned the lesson from before and did not dare to call the girls out. The girls he called out always took off their clothes first and then started working.

The film that Ling Miaoying had recorded before was still there, and the projector played Ling Miaoying's image, helping Li Banfeng move a dozen people into the warehouse.

After unloading the car, Li Banfeng went back to his room, found the key under the bed, returned to the warehouse, recorded a video with the projector, opened the door and entered the portable home.

The record player shouted angrily: "Hey crazy man, where did you go to have fun again? Do you still have me in your heart? Do you still have this family in your heart? Your heart, your heart... Thank you for your hard work, sir!"

Seeing that Li Banfeng had brought back more than a dozen people, the lady's tone immediately softened.

"Ms. sir, come and sit here quickly.

Sir, please drink a cup of hot tea first.

My husband, why are your clothes so dirty? My slave will wash them for you.

Sir, please don’t scratch the little slave’s croaking nest, the little slave is really ticklish…”

The record player used steam to protect Li Banfeng, fearing that the house would get angry at Li Banfeng.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the house. The record player asked curiously: "Why is this house so peaceful today?"

Li Banfeng sneered: "Why is he restless? If he hadn't caused trouble, why would I have been floating outside for so many days?"

The lady was silent for a moment. Listening to what Li Banfeng said just now, it seemed that he also knew something about this house.

Seeing that Li Banfeng was still angry, the lady asked with concern: "Hey, sir, what happened to you these days?"

Li Banfeng asked: "Do you know this person with a short face?"

Huchi~

"You don't have a big face? Is this a personal name? I've never heard of it, little slave."

Li Banfeng turned around and asked Hong Ying: "Have you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it either." Hong Ying answered very simply, with a hint of nervousness.

Li Banfeng stared at Hong Ying for a moment and asked, "Why are you wearing pants?"

"As a daughter, shouldn't I be wearing pants?"

"Why is there an extra red tassel on your body?"

"It's a red tassel gun. Isn't it nice to have a red tassel on the gun?"

Hong Ying originally did not have a red tassel on her body. This red tassel was just hung up to cover her conscience and arms.

"Why are there black lines in your red tassel?"

These black lines are Hong Ying's hair.

"This Hongying thing would be too boring if it were all red threads." Hong Ying could hardly finish editing.

The lady was standing by to help Hong Ying out: "Sir, don't pay attention to that bitch, the food is almost cold."

"Madam, don't worry, let me ask them a few questions."

Li Banfeng looked at Song Zhigang first and let the wine gourd feed him a sip of wine.

With this sip of wine, Song Zhigang regained some of his vitality and could barely speak.

Li Banfeng lit a candle and placed it in front of Song Zhigang: "Uncle Song, I invited you to my home to talk. This is enough sincerity. Today, please tell me clearly. Who asked you to

Did you come to Lanyang Village to cause trouble?"

Song Zhigang gasped: "Master Qi, it was Mrs. Lu who asked me to come. Everything I said before is true."

Is it really Lu Maoxian?

Lu Maoxian did cause a lot of trouble for Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng had a close relationship with Houqiu. It was also in his interest for Lu Maoxian to cause trouble for Li Banfeng.

But the question is why bring trouble to Lanyang Village?

Lanyang Village has no special value to Lu Maoxian. It would be more reasonable if he caused trouble in Heishipo and ruined the business of Li Banfeng and Ma Wu.

There is another reason here.

Li Banfeng asked again: "Did you see with your own eyes that Lu Mao died first?"

Song Zhigang said: "What is Mr. Lu's identity? How can he meet me in person? It's these two assistants who came to ask me to take back Lanyang Village!"

Li Banfeng looked at the two martial arts cultivators. They were what Song Zhigang said were the supports.

The one with a broken throat will definitely be unable to speak, but the one with a broken spine can still make a sound.

Li Banfeng tore off the tape on his mouth, asked Jiu Gulu to give him some wine, and asked, "Did Lu Mao ask you two to find Song Zhigang first?"

"This is not an order given by the old man himself, but an order given to us by the chief steward Xu Yangbo."

Lu Maoxian’s butler?

Li Banfeng had little contact with this man. He only heard from Hou Qiu that this man was deeply trusted by Lu Maoxian.

If this was not what Lu Maoxian meant, and if the great steward had other agendas, his purpose was obviously to intensify the conflict between Li Banfeng and Lu Maoxian.

What good will this do to him?

If he was also instigated by others, who could it be?

The information these people could ask was limited, and Li Banfeng didn't want to waste any more time: "Madam, let's eat."

"Thank you for your love, sir!" The lady couldn't wait to start the meal, while the projector quietly recorded the video.

The lady shouted angrily: "What do you want to do?"

The projector trembled and the camera quickly turned.

The lady hooked the projector with a stylus, pulled out the previously recorded film, and cut it into pieces. The projector shivered in pain.

Fortunately, he recorded more than one paragraph, and recorded everything he saw and heard these days.

"Each scene only lasts for more than two minutes. If it weren't for insufficient film, we could have recorded more."

Just when Li Banfeng wanted his wife to see his small face, the projector showed the scene in the oil lake. As a result, the picture was all oily and yellow, with nothing on it.

"How is that possible!" the projector exclaimed, "I recorded it carefully!"

Li Banfeng speculated the reason: "He has a small face and a high status. He doesn't want you to retain his true appearance. His small face is not his real name."

In annoyance, the projector turned on the second piece of material,

Meng Yuchun, the earth god, turned his back to Li Banfeng, took off his long gown, and showed the scars on his body.

The lady coughed slightly: "Hey, sir, this girl has a small face. I can't see whether her face is big or not. This peach is really big, not only big, but also white. My husband has been working really hard these seven days!"

"

Li Banfeng kicked the projector: "Don't just show this! How did I fight with the monsters on the ground? Show it and see!"

The projector's loud voice said: "None of those things were recorded!"

Li Banfeng kicked the projector open, preparing to tell his wife in detail about his experiences these days.

Just as we talked about the oil lake, we suddenly heard a gloved voice coming from the third room: "Master, you wronged me before, where is the oil I stole? I don't know what the oil was stolen from.

Here it is!”

Li Banfeng entered the third room and took a look. In the third room, bottles, jars, jars, buckets, water tanks... everything that could hold liquids was filled with oil, which was similar to the oil Li Banfeng saw in the oil lake.

Exactly the same.

Li Banfeng looked at the gloves and said, "Where does this oil come from?"

Gloves said angrily: "I definitely didn't take it! How could I hold so much? No matter who took it, I shouldn't be wronged for this!"

Li Banfeng touched the bottle of oil and suddenly heard an old voice coming to his ears: "Be careful, don't spill it."

"Who?" Li Banfeng exclaimed, getting ready to fight.

The record player quickly shouted: "Mr., don't be angry, this is our house talking!"

The room instantly became quiet.

In the past, except for Niangzi, Hong Ying and Honglian, no one could hear Suiju's voice because the others were not qualified enough.

But today everyone heard it, and I changed my way of speaking.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Li Banfeng suddenly asked: "What are you doing stealing oil?"

"Burn." Fuju replied with one word.

The record player couldn't hear the word clearly. Hong Lian, Hong Ying and all the magic weapons couldn't hear it clearly either. Only Li Banfeng could hear it clearly.

Hong Ying was worried that Li Banfeng was quarreling with the house, so she said to the record player: "Wicked woman, please advise that madman not to act recklessly. He is no match for this house, and he can't handle any move!"

Before the record player could persuade him again, Li Banfeng asked again: "Why don't you burn coal?"
To be continued...