Yan Bao wrote on Ah Huai's palm: I am very worried about you, we will go back safely, don't be afraid.

Ah Huai glanced at his legs with a downcast look: "I am now a cripple. My legs are broken. I am afraid I won't be able to walk in the future."

Ah Huai trembled all over when he thought about everything he had endured in the underground gambling house over the past two months.

Yan Bao wanted to hug him, but when she saw Ah Huai, who was smelly and dirty, she couldn't see him clearly in the dark underground before, but now he looked too dirty and she couldn't hug him.

I could only pat him on the shoulder and comfort him silently.

After resting for a while, Yan Bao went out to take a look.

Ziyun guards Ah Huai.

Yan Bao told them not to run around, so she ran out to see what the situation was outside. She saw a lot of people rushing around, carrying a lot of boxes out from the underground, and some people with their heads covered.

Yan Bao narrowed his eyes and hid in the dark, watching those people being taken away under the escort of many people, and boxes of real gold and silver were all transferred away.

As for the transfer location, I'm sorry, Yan Bao's golden finger is so powerful that she discovered the transfer location.

King Dongshan is good at hiding things, and he actually hid these things in that place.

No wonder others don’t know about it. Who would go there for a stroll if they have nothing to do?

[Once I'm safe, I'll empty your treasure house and make you cry for help!]

Yan Bao took a stroll and saw many people carrying buckets of black stuff and pouring them around the gambling house and the underground cells. Others didn't know what it was, but Yan Bao knew it.

It's oil.

I didn’t expect that Dongshan still had this thing hidden. If it caught fire, the entire gambling house would soon be burned to ashes.

Is King Dongshan going to destroy the body?

Yan Bao secretly clenched her fists, thinking, "You are so cruel! You want to burn me to death? I will let you taste the feeling of being burned to death."

Yan Bao took out a substitute talisman and wrote three words on the front and back. As long as the fire started, she would use the substitute talisman.

See who suffers in the end?

When the first flame was lit, Yan Bao used the substitute talisman without mercy.

You have a substitute, and I have a substitute talisman.

Whoever takes a picture of whom!