There were originally a few tote bags for money on the ground, and the money on the table should have been brought with them.

Little Citron picked up a bag randomly and rushed to the side of Qianshan, and began to put the dark seals into it one by one.

"Are you sick?" Tianhong couldn't help it and cursed loudly.

"Ah? I owe me more than one hundred billion, can't I count it?"

Tianhong almost spit out his old blood. This child is such a pure-bred fool, more pure than a Husky!

"Who fucking asked you to pretend to be a dark seal? Those red and green ones!" Tianhong pointed at the red bills and the US dollar and continued to yell.

"Huahua Vine! Do you want to put all the military pay of your comrades back?" Little Citron was so scared that her legs were trembling.

"Puff!" The female accountant who was closest could not help it. As soon as she burst out laughing, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

"I'm really convinced!" Tianhong kicked Xiao Citron aside and quickly scratched the money on the table into his bag.

"Have you snatched the bank before?" Little Citron came over and looked at Tianhong who was busy with admiration. "This move is too skillful, it's really enviable!"

"Shut up!"

"Bang"!

With a dull sound, Tianhong suddenly felt like his head was hit. He turned around viciously, but found several green vines wrapped around half of the baseball bat.

Looking along the vine, the owner turned out to be the little citron beside him.

Tianhong looked at this little traitor incredibly, and did not forget to reach out and scratch the top of his head to relieve the pain and itch caused just now.

"No, it's not me!" Little Citron hurriedly threw away the stick on the vine and pointed the guy behind Tianhong to try his best to defend himself, "It's it, it's it! It hits!"

He glanced at the panicked look of the accountant behind him, and this expression had already betrayed it. The attack just now was it, and Little Citron was right. Unfortunately, neither of them reacted in time and let this guy successfully attack.

Unexpectedly, Tianhong just glanced at the big knife that was nailed to the wall and waved his hands at the four accountants.

"Let's go! Don't work for mercenaries anymore. Don't lose your life for money in the end!"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them met Tian She, and did not even say thank you, and they all rolled out and rushed out.

The lady who covered her mouth and laughed secretly, after all the other colleagues ran out, she threw a bunch of keys towards Tianhong. When she was about to go out, she pointed at a safe in the corner twice.

Tianhong understood it, stepped on the table and jumped over. He pulled out the blood-stained sword, rubbed the dead wild boar's head, and then retracted it on his back.

This safe is old enough, probably built in the same era as the building. If it weren't for the guidance of women, Tianhong would not have discovered its existence.

There is no password or something on it, just two key holes, which are long side by side, like two old guards guarding the gate.

Therefore, Tianhong opened the cabinet in just about half a minute.

"My flower vine!" Little Citron, who came over, couldn't help but exclaim.

The four partitions in the cabinet set out five spaces, from top to bottom, full of gold, silver, jewelry, jewelry and jade. There are many varieties, new and old, and this is obvious that it is plundered from outside.

Tianhong kicked the tables in the house away, put two large bags on Xiao Citron and handed them over.

"I've given it all?" Xiao Xiang felt a little unbelievable.

"Not enough for you?"

"Enough is enough! It's enough for thousands of years of expenses!" It pointed to the money scattered all over the floor, "What about these? Don't want them?"

"What do you think?" Tianhong stood up and walked out, "I kicked the table away so that you won't think about these worthless banknotes anymore!"

"Oh, oh!" Little Citron nodded repeatedly, but when she chased to the door, she took the bag of money she had packed in her hand while Tianhong was not paying attention.

It seemed to feel a little reluctant to let it go, so it turned out a few vines, quickly formed a dustpan, and took it hard to get it into the money pile.

"Hey, where are you going? Let's find a place to share the money!" It caught up with Tianhong at the stairs.

"Get out of here, I'll give it to you!"

"This, isn't this good? There are too many, I don't know how to spend it!"

Tianhong smiled helplessly: "If I can go out alive, I will teach you how to make a fortune! Get out of here now! If the fight starts in a while, the building will probably collapse!"

"Oh, okay! Come on, I'll take a break first!" Little Jin glanced at Tianhong for the last time and ran down without looking back.

Tianhong shook his head and rushed to the roof without hesitation.

There are seven floors in total. This building is not auspicious number in the world of the world, but it is very popular in the underworld.

Most of the cultures in the underworld are influenced by the Tao and Buddhism. For example, the number of Tiangang, the seven constellations, the seven qi, the first seven, the seven seven, etc. Seven in the underworld is equivalent to a cycle of reincarnation, which is equivalent to the six six six six and eight eight eight in the realm.

However, what Tianhong did not expect was that there were no doors or spacings on the entire seventh floor. The entire floor looked like a temple and ancestral temple, with only a few golden left placed on the ground.

There are empty spaces here, with no Buddha statues or god statues, and no incense. There is only a guy dressed in a lama dress, meditating in the middle of the entire floor.

Hearing the sound of Tianhong's heavy footsteps, he did not open his eyes, like a sitting old monk.

He drew out the big sword and came to the old monk.

"Are you the Chief Hou here?"

"I am the one who is the way to Dizang!" The old monk opened his eyes with a smile.

This title is a bit familiar, but Tianhong couldn't remember it for a moment. He was sure that he had heard this title, and it must have been one of his family and companions who told him once or twice.

"Then where is the garrison leader here? Where did he hide?" Tianhong took the big sword to the side of his body.

"If you have something to do, you can tell me!"

I don’t know if it was because of the empty floors or the old monk had this physique. As soon as it spoke, it echoed, and Tianhong seemed to be standing in a huge speaker.

"Who are you? Don't pretend to be a ghost here! Are you as good as Chief Hou?" Tianhong pointed at Tu Dizang with a knife, and the young man's aura made him express it to the fullest.

"Swoosh"!

Tu Dizang just swung his two fingers, and the big knife in Tianhong's hand suddenly flew to the side, and hit the wall on the seventh floor with two "dangdang" sounds, and then fell to the ground.

Tianhong couldn't help but take a step back. The guy in front of him seemed not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am the leader of the Burial God Song!" Tu Dizang stood up, but he still had a smile on his face, "You killed the pyramid of the water-storm? As soon as it dies, I sense it. Therefore, it's been a long time for you!"

"How did you know I'm coming to kill you?"

"The underworld has had too many strange things recently. If it weren't for outsiders, I wouldn't have thought of anyone who could have such ability! Unfortunately, you don't know what it means to go step by step. Otherwise, the one who sits here today is really just a Hou Zheng!"

Tianhong snorted coldly: "It's the same who sits here, you will die first and then die!"
Chapter completed!