Cao Ying and the old thief squatted together, watching Yang Xuan and Han Shitou talking.

"I still remember that when I first met Lang Jun, I felt that he was reluctant and regarded us as trouble. At that time, Lang Jun was like a stubborn young man." Cao Ying's eyes were filled with relief.

The old thief rolled his eyes, "Why trouble? Getting promoted and making a fortune is a man's ambition."

Cao Ying glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "Yes! Get promoted and make a fortune."

The old thief killed people, including people from the He family and people from the Chunyu family. How to make him go further and take rebellion as his duty?

Cao Ying coughed dryly, "Is tomb robbing fun?"

"Of course it's interesting." The old thief said with great interest: "We can only look up at how honorable those emperors and generals were before they were alive. After their death, they slept underground like us. The moment I opened their coffins, I knew that I was there.

What are you thinking about?"

"Get rich?"

"No!" The old thief took a deep breath, his face became more radiant and disdainful, "No matter how awesome you are in life, you will still be flattened and rounded in my hands after death."

"You..." Cao Ying squatted over, her eyes filled with shock.

The old thief was angry, "I don't have that hobby."

Cao Ying said: "People are humans, ghosts are ghosts, and humans and ghosts have different paths. By the way, I know there is a good tomb, and it is said that there is a luminous pearl in it."

"Night Pearl?" The old thief's eyes were as bright as night pearls, "Where are they?"

That day, the old thief went down the mountain, on the grounds that he was going to visit relatives.

"Does the old thief have any relatives?" Standing outside the camp, Yang Xuan looked at Zhou Ning who was busy inside and felt that this girl was really kind-hearted.

A kind-hearted woman must be protected by a strong man.

Cao Ying looked at...

"Old Cao, you look like a traitor now, no need to put on makeup." Yang Xuan had a headache.

"Mr. Lang is wise." Cao Ying praised her habitually, "Mang Jun, what do you think of this old thief? Is he useful?"

"This man is cunning and cunning. His ability to observe people's emotions is unparalleled. He is of great use."

"My lord is wise."

"Call me Langjun." Yang Xuan felt that Lao Cao would die sooner or later because of this mouth.

"Yes, I just said it smoothly." Cao Ying smiled and said: "The good thing about this person is that he is cunning, and the bad thing is that he is cunning. He is aware of our affairs, but he doesn't know why. Several times when we discussed things, I went out of his way to observe the old thief.

, he always stays far away, as if hearing a word is a disaster."

"What do you want to say?" Yang Xuan put his hands behind his hands, "Old Cao, it's not good to sell things off."

"Subordinates who show off to their leaders either like to show off or look down on their leaders." The green light flashed.

"Yes." Gentleman Cao stood with his hands tied, seemingly well-behaved, but there was a hint of a treacherous minister in his eyes, "It is his blessing that Mr. Lang values ​​him so much, but I am worried that he will not have the life to enjoy it."

Yang Xuan heard the smell of some treacherous ministers preparing to use poisonous tactics, and wanted to ask, but as the lord, he could only give a reserved hint, "Fate?"

"Yes, yes!" Cao Ying stroked her beard, "The only way to change your destiny is to rob a tomb."

"Whose tomb?"

"Our enemy."

"Old Cao, your traitorous aura is getting stronger and stronger." Yang Xuan thought this was a good idea, no, it was a vicious trick, which made him think of submitting a petition.

"It's all my lord... Lang Jun said the petition last time. After I thought about it carefully, it was really a good idea. After all, Lang Jun is wise."

Yang Xuan stood there.

Ecstatic.

…

The old thief was currently wearing a pair of gray shabby clothes, with the sides slit to the crotch. This was standard commoner clothing.

He rode his horse all the way to the foot of a mountain.

Putting the horse in a valley, the old thief went into the mountain with a bamboo stick.

The mountain road is rugged and we occasionally meet woodcutter.

"Where are you going, old man?" The woodcutter was a little surprised when he saw that he dared to go into the mountain even though he was blind.

The old thief touched the ground with his bamboo stick and gasped: "I dreamed about the gods yesterday and said that I would have a chance if I went into the mountain today."

"Hey! It was said that there were dragons and phoenixes flying together in this mountain. Is there really a god?"

Dragon and phoenix flying together?

The old thief was secretly happy, thinking that it was indeed a geomantic treasure.

Thank you very much, Lao Cao.

Occasionally he took out his compass to check the direction, and the farther he went, the more remote he became.

In the evening, he stood in a valley, looking at a hill halfway up and smiling happily.

Check the compass carefully.

"This is it, mother, you still want to hide it?"

The old thief took out his tools and dug.

He kept digging until midnight before taking a nap.

In the early morning, he didn't light a fire, just ate two pieces of dry biscuits, and then continued digging.

Mud was piling up around it, and there were constant rustling sounds in a small cave.

"Damn, there are stone strips on the left and right, and there's just an opening in the middle. This is the work of a wealthy family. And it's still covered up..."

"By the way, if we don't cover it up and the news spreads that there is a noble tomb here, those colleagues will probably swarm here."

The old thief found a spacious place and squatted down to take a sip of water.

He sat down subconsciously.

As soon as his butt touched the ground, the old thief squatted down.

"I can't sit down without being invited by the host. It's very dangerous."

The old thief wiped away his cold sweat, listened carefully to what was going on below, and felt it again.

"It's okay. It seems that the master doesn't mind me coming in."

Then he reached down through the opened robbery hole.

The coffin was so thick that the old thief could hardly lift the lid even with his advanced skills.

Open the lid, touch it, and there I go.

"Get rich."

There are no luminous pearls, but there are many jades.

The old thief put the jade into the bag, closed the coffin lid, and held it in front of the coffin.

"Master, my family is poor. I'm here to borrow some money today. If you don't agree, you can still make a noise."

The old thief's eyes rolled.

There was no movement for a while, then he handed over his hand and said, "Thank you very much. I'll visit you next time."

He dug out the cave and got some grass to cover the entrance.

Then he sat next to the small bag, opened the bag, took out the jade articles and dried them in the sun to get rid of the negative energy.

"What a nice jade pendant!"

The old thief's movements suddenly stopped.

He pointed the jade pendant towards the sun and looked up at the row of words...

"Chunyu...Chunyu..."

The old thief looked at the tomb and said in disbelief: "Is this the tomb of the head of the Chunyu family?"

"No way!"

The old thief rushed over like a madman, removed the covering weeds, and entered the thief's cave again.

This time he was familiar with the road and opened the coffin lid easily.

There is a book next to the skull in the coffin.

The old thief picked it up and turned to the first page.

By candlelight, he recited in a trembling voice: "Chun Yu's genealogy... our ancestors must not forget..."

His hand loosened and the family tree fell next to his skull.

The skull's mouth looks like it's smiling.

Grinning.
To be continued...