"Ooh~"

Who is Wuxie? Is there even a need to compare? Of course, the little fairy sent down to earth by the Dog God to save it is more powerful.

The flashlight beam shone through the secret room again, and Ruan Xianxian gasped. The gold and silver ingots piled up like a small mountain filled the entire secret room.

Pulling open the wooden drawer of the shelf, there weren't many things inside. Three small boxes contained a jade seal, a painting wrapped in oilcloth, and a string of imperial green jadeite necklaces that could wrap around the neck twice.

Ruan Xianxian wrapped the jade necklace around her wrist several times, then waved her small hand with the imperial green hue and began to untie it.

Oh my god, oh my god, it's all four of them!

Looking at the empty, secluded room, where even mice would spit out two grains of rice before leaving, Ruan Xianxian was about to call Da Huang to leave when she suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.

It's unusual that there are no antiques in a tomb raiding headquarters, isn't it?

When Lin Miao shared his doubts with Da Huang, he received a response that there were several other places like this, and he had taken Da Huang to all of them.

If she wants it, it can take her to find it.

Ruan Xianxian couldn't resist and gave the dog a good pat on the head.

As the man and dog retraced their steps, the yellow dog leading the way suddenly stopped and lay still, its ears standing tall.

Seeing this, Ruan Xianxian calmed her mind and listened carefully. She could faintly hear footsteps coming from outside the secret passage.

She felt a chill run down her spine. Luckily, she was always cautious, so when she came down, she put the trash on her head back to its original state.

Listen carefully; no, this isn't the sound of one person's footsteps.

[Commander, what's the situation outside?]

365: [The big fish you caught has taken the bait. Three men have arrived at the junkyard, each armed. Lin Miao is bowing and scrapping before a young man.]

【Really?】Ruan Xianxian was excited. When she killed Matsuda Natsuhito, she already wanted to kill Lin Miao and the others, and even wanted to follow the clues to destroy this cultural relic smuggling den.

What about taking counterfeit goods internationally, what about getting rich by exploiting the Japanese...?

When you truly put yourself in their shoes, the instinctive reaction etched deep in your mind is to leave these thieves and robbers who are detrimental to the country on this land forever as nourishment.

That's what she thought, but after calming down, Ruan Xianxian realized that if this den was destroyed, a new one would soon emerge.

The idea of ​​making money by exploiting the Japanese before coming here was naive.

She now wants to eliminate Lin Miao, become a link in the loss of cultural relics, prevent genuine artifacts from flowing into other countries, and at the same time smuggle counterfeit artifacts abroad to make a fortune.

Taking control of one hideout first, and then gradually gaining full control of the entire network, is the kind of espionage she truly desires...

Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue; her ambitions were rather grand.

Holding Big Yellow in her arms, she planned how to make her entrance and gain the trust of the leader of the hideout. While her heart was filled with excitement and anticipation, the atmosphere just inches above her head was freezing cold.

The handsome Abe Tomoya sat in the room, playing with a jade-shaped folding fan in his hands, while Lin Miao, sitting opposite him, bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

The explanation was interspersed with a few apologies.

"Lord Abe, the person who came to meet us was not the brother-in-law Zheng Hongkuan mentioned. I am quite certain that he was a black market boss."

They claimed to possess superhuman strength; we were all deceived by that man surnamed Zheng.

"Is that so?" Abe Tomoya scoffed, tapping Lin Miao's head repeatedly with his jade-bone fan as if beating a dog. "Then why was it Xia Ren who died and not you?"

He then changed the subject: "Could it be that you guys set this up, and after the double-cross, the spoils weren't split fairly, so you just killed Xia Ren to finish things off?"

Cold sweat dripped down Lin Miao's forehead. This was what he had planned to do: ostensibly to collect treasures for Abe, but with at least one Japanese person accompanying him to monitor each transaction.

In fact, he had already secretly reached a cooperation agreement with the Japanese man sent to his side, and the two of them made a fortune in a year.

Unexpectedly, last month, this young master from a collateral branch of the Abe family arrived in person, and his Japanese partner of a year disappeared without a trace, replaced by Matsuda Natsuhito.

Matsuda Natsujin is a loyal lackey of the Abe family. Since being monitored, he has been left with almost no room for personal enrichment.

Having just opened his eyes and seen this person personally visiting the scrap yard, he knew in his heart that things were probably not good. The death of Matsuda alone was not enough to make this person make such a fuss.

The most likely explanation is that Abe arrested his former collaborators and interrogated them, uncovering some of their secrets.

The facts were largely as Lin Miao had guessed. Abe did get some information from the traitor, but not everything, which is why he sent Matsuda to Lin Miao's side to monitor and verify.

Matsuda's sudden death touched a nerve with Abe, who lowered his gaze slightly, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Those who dare to openly attack Abe no Tomoya while secretly plotting against him deserve to die.

"I'm innocent, sir! I didn't set this up." Lin Miao quickly explained, "Today's mishap was all orchestrated by that black market boss named Jia Ming."

He arrived early and had thugs lying in ambush along the riverbank, each armed with weapons. This carelessness allowed the enemy to kill Matsuda and escape.

Abe only believed half of what he heard, at least he believed that the other side had more people, otherwise, given Lin Miao's skills, he would never have let the tiger return to the mountain.

"This is a one-time exception; there will be no next time." Unable to extract any further information, Abe decided to return and re-interrogate the traitor. Suddenly, a low laugh echoed from inside the courtyard.

"Designers? Armed thugs? Fleeing afterward, gentlemen, are you talking about me?"

The door opened, and Ruan Xianxian, disguised as "Jia Ming" once again, stepped out of the shadows. Behind her lay two people, their fates unknown, who were both people protecting Abe.

One is in the light, the other in the dark.

The so-called ninjas lurking in the shadows, with the existence of this cheat code, are easier to deal with than those in the open.

Those seemingly awesome ninjutsu techniques are all just low-level tricks.

Holding a palm-sized mirror, using the light to dazzle someone's eyes, and then taking the opportunity to kick them is called the "Golden Escape Technique."

If you realize you can't win halfway through a fight, you pull out some lime powder from your pocket, throw it in your face, and then hide in the grass – that's called "Grass Escape Technique."

Hiding behind a tree and imitating bird calls is called the Thousand Birds Technique.

Jumping into a pond and imitating the croaking of a toad is considered psychic magic.

Hiding underwater and breathing through reeds is called Water Escape Technique.

Ruan Xianxian concluded that the reason why islanders are suitable for practicing ninjutsu is because they are short and can easily hide in a small clump of grass and be invisible.

System: [6!]

Ignoring Abe Tomoya, who suddenly stood up and retreated into a defensive stance, Ruan Xianxian grabbed Lin Miao by the collar with one hand, trying to pull him up in front of her.

Unable to lift it at first, Ruan Xianxian, remembering that the other party possessed hard qigong, changed her approach from lifting to slapping.

With a large, fan-like hand, he patted Lin Miao's head repeatedly. "What's wrong? Are you mute? Speak up, you bastard!"

Lin Miao let the large hand pat him repeatedly; it didn't hurt, but his mind was blank. How did he find this place?

The question was quickly answered when Ruan Xianxian picked up a broken teacup from the table and smashed it on his head.

"You old bastard, if it weren't for my brother telling me, I wouldn't have known you dared to put tracking incense on me."