The remaining boxes contained various warm and lustrous porcelains, jade artifacts with understated brilliance and considerable value, and boxes of gemstones that still shimmered with a strange light in the darkness.
Only the last few boxes contained daily necessities such as silk, satin, and cotton cloth.
Ruan Tang, of course, showed no mercy.
With a slight thought, she moved all the items in the boxes into her vast and boundless space.
Immediately, she had another thought and casually picked up countless stones of different sizes from the shore.
Using these stones, the emptied boxes were refilled one by one, restoring them to their original heavy state.
After doing all this, she did not stop.
She then proceeded to thoroughly raid the belongings of the five members of the cheap older brother's family, along with the bodyguards and servants.
Needless to say, gold, silver, and other valuables were also included.
In addition, there were many ration coupons and certificates unique to this era, which were part of the original owner's memories.
Ruan Tang was somewhat puzzled.
Since these people have already made up their minds to flee overseas, why are they still carrying these Yan Kingdom currencies and certificates? Do they think they can be used overseas?
However, she was too lazy to delve into these trivial details.
Anything she thought might be useful, or anything she simply found pleasing to the eye, she collected into her space.
Apart from the ship's inherent components that cannot be easily disassembled, and the undergarments they wore.
She swept away almost everything else that could be moved, leaving no stone unturned.
Before leaving quietly, Ruan Tang flicked her fingertips.
A wisp of extremely faint blue smoke silently escaped from her sleeve; it was the specially made intoxicating fragrance that made "a dream without a trace."
This incense is colorless and odorless, yet it can induce a deep sleep, silencing all external stimuli, until the effects wear off naturally.
By the time these people on the ship opened their eyes again, they had probably already drifted out of Yan Kingdom's waters.
When they discover that all their belongings are gone, they will be left with no one to turn to for help, and it will be too late for regrets.
The puppet easily carried Ruan Tang on its back once again.
Its toes lightly touched the cold gunwale, and its entire body floated back to the shore silently, like a weightless feather.
At this moment, the eastern horizon was pitch black, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The hustle and bustle of the docks had long since subsided.
Ruan Tang estimated that it was probably around one o'clock in the morning.
A long night can bring many unforeseen events; delay can lead to unforeseen changes.
Ruan Tang didn't intend to linger here and directly instructed the puppet, "Go to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city."
The Ruan family's ancestral graves are located there.
She must retrieve the items hidden in the ancestral grave as soon as possible to avoid any unnecessary complications in the future.
According to the original owner's memories, the specific location of the Ruan family's ancestral graves was behind the public cemetery on the rolling Songshan Mountain in the suburbs.
This puppet, sculpted in the form of a fat old woman, is actually based on an extremely powerful martial arts cultivator and meticulously crafted using numerous rare and precious materials.
Let alone carrying her across mountains and valleys by herself.
Even if it were asked to open up mountains and build bridges on the spot, it would be a piece of cake for this puppet, an easy task.
A man and a puppet moved swiftly through the deep night.
Soon, they arrived at the hill where the Ruan family ancestral tombs were located. (This chapter has been finished. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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