"Who is Your Excellency?"

While the slightly immature cold and gorgeous voice slowly overflowed from the lip flap, Nan Chengyu's hand quietly held the dagger in his sleeve, seemingly standing casually, but he was ready to attack at any time.

However—

The space was still silent.

The shadow is still the shadow.

In this quiet and dead space, any tiny sound can be infinitely amplified, not to mention Nan Chengyu's ear power is extraordinarily amazing.

He could hear the wind blowing the leaves, he could hear the soil falling finely, and he could even hear the click of Feng Ming'an's little pot friend biting on a crisp persimmon in the distance.

Only......

In this quiet little space, he could no longer hear the second person's breathing and heartbeat except himself.

Other words......

Between the lightning and flint, Nan Chengyu analyzed what happened.

His brows were loosened, his thin and soft lips were slightly hooked, and a touch of fun crossed his eyes.

Nan Chengyu walked closer, and in the dim and shadowy place, there was indeed a person sitting and kneeling against the wall, to be precise, it was a person before.

Now......

It's just a corpse.

But for some reason, the flesh and blood on his body have long been rotted and mudd, but the clothes on his body are well worn, which is also unusual.

Nan Chengyu bent down slightly, looked carefully, and saw the style of his clothes clearly, and a trace of disgust and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Samurai uniforms of country R!

A katana with a silver hilt.

Nan Chengyu's face became serious, and after looking up and down, it was basically determined that he committed suicide by seppuku, and judging by the handle of the katana, as well as the sophistication and format of this katana, he was at least an adjutant.

He lowered his eyes slightly.

There was some struggle inside.

Report?

Don't report?

Once reported, this place is so close to Fengjia Village, Fengjia Village is afraid that there will be no more peace!

But at this moment, suddenly the sound of a light thing sliding down sounded, interrupting Nan Chengyu's thoughts, he frowned, and used his katana to pick open the samurai suit on the man of country R.

But he saw a thin silk of unknown material that he was very familiar with quietly stuck between his ribs.

Nan Chengyu's pupils dilated suddenly.

This is......

Dragon Vein Treasure Map!

How can it be!

Nan Chengyu subconsciously didn't believe it, wasn't this picture already destroyed by him at the beginning of his rebirth?

But the facts are the facts, and he can't believe them.

This is the culprit who pushed him step by step towards the abyss of death in his previous life, and Nan Chengyu had mixed feelings in his heart for a while.

Nan Chengyu sighed, feeling that fate dictated.

He finally put the silk away.

Because of the appearance of this Japanese samurai, Nan Chengyu will no longer think that this is a simple stone room where simple hunters live.

He searched carefully again, and sure enough, he found an ancient dossier containing a large number of yellowed pages, a wooden box with calligraphy and ink, and on the top layer were some handwritten drawings sketched by materials.

Nan Chengyu didn't carefully distinguish what these were.

Directly into the storage ring.

When Nan Chengyu finally searched the place carefully, he also found two suitcases of gold bars, a box of large yellow croaker and a box of small yellow croaker.

How many roots......

Nan Chengyu is not counted.

But when you look at the rows of yellow cancans, there are one or two hundred large and small yellow croakers together.

Nan Chengyu directly received the storage ring.