Chapter 310

Zhang Meng searched the whole courtyard bit by bit, but still found no trace of the drawings.

Now, Zhang mengcai finally doubts his idea.

Is there something wrong with his IQ? Bai Jianmu is actually a good man, but he was misunderstood by himself.

Looking at the empty second cup of tea, Zhang Meng took a deep breath and put the cup on the table. When he was about to stand up and leave, his heart suddenly moved.

He thought of a word, the most dangerous place is actually the safest place.

Thinking of this, Zhang Meng is ready to try again, otherwise he will not be reconciled.

Zhang Meng launched his divine consciousness again and scanned the furniture in the hall. After a while, all the furniture in the hall was scanned, but there was still no discovery.

Now, Zhang Meng's stubborn temper finally came up. He didn't believe it. Bai Jianmu was really not suspected.

Zhang Meng launched his divine consciousness again and began to scan the furniture of each room. Even the decorations placed on the furniture were not spared this time.

After a long time, when sun Xinzheng was also impatient, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Meng's face.

No matter how cunning the fox is, it will fall into a trap one day!

Zhang Meng turned his head, looked at Sun Xinzheng, smiled and said, "old man sun, I just pinched my fingers and figured out where the drawings are. Do you want to see them?"

Sun Xinzheng, who thought Zhang Meng was leaving, was stunned after listening to Zhang Meng's words. After a long time, he asked in a trembling voice.

"Childe Zhang, have you found the drawing?"

Zhang Meng nodded, "found it?"

Hearing the speech, Sun Xin stood up fiercely and said loudly, "what are you waiting for? Go and take out the drawings quickly."

After listening to sun Xinzheng's words, Zhang Meng stood up and said with a smile, "you old man, are willing to doubt others. In order not to let you doubt my fraud, let's find some people to go with us."

After listening to Zhang Meng's words, sun Xinzheng was impatient. He quickly waved to Han Lin and ordered him.

"You find some people to go with us."

Han Lin, who has been waiting on the side, was surprised to hear Zhang Meng say he found the drawing. He quickly turned to look at Zhang Meng and asked suspiciously, "childe Zhang, is the drawing here?"

Before Zhang Meng answered this time, sun Xinzheng waved impatiently, "what's more, go find someone quickly, and we'll find the drawings now."

Seeing that Sun Xin was angry, Han Lin did not dare to neglect. He hurried out of the hall in exchange for several younger martial brothers.

Seeing that the person had arrived, sun Xinzheng turned his head and looked at Zhang Meng. He said quickly, "childe Zhang, let's go."

Zhang Meng heard the speech and nodded. Then he stood up and took the lead in walking outside the hall.

Bai Jianmu's courtyard has been scanned by Zhang Meng several times. Naturally, he is very familiar with it. He doesn't need others to lead the way, so he goes directly to the place where he found the drawings.

Sun Xinzheng doesn't know where Zhang Meng is going, but since Zhang Meng didn't say, he can only follow closely behind.

Soon, the party came to a room behind the hall.

Standing in front of the door of this room, Zhang Meng turned his head, looked at Han Lin, smiled and said, "please go and carry out the big table in the room."

After listening to Zhang Meng's words, Han Lin was unhappy, but Sun Xinzheng was watching. He could only do as Zhang Meng said.

Han Lin opened the door with his younger martial brothers and walked into the house.

Through the open door, sun Xinzheng looked at it a little and knew that this should be Bai Jianmu's study.

There are two rows of bookshelves in the house. The bookshelves are also full of books. There is a big table opposite the door.

The big table is full of all kinds of books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

While Sun Xin was looking at the room, he suddenly heard Zhang Meng's voice nearby.

"You guys, when you move the table, pay attention. Don't move anything on the table. Just lift it out like that."

Han Lin led people into the room and saw that the table was in a mess. When he was trying to clean up the things placed on it, he heard Zhang Meng's cry. Helpless, he could only call a few younger martial brothers, one corner each, and came out with the table.

Han Lin and others came to the door and put the table in the yard according to Zhang Meng's instructions.

When the people put down the table, Zhang mengcai said with a smile, "Han Lin stayed, and the rest stepped back 10 steps."

Seeing this table, sun Xinzheng turned his head to Zhang Meng and asked tentatively, "is the drawing on this table?"

Zhang Meng nodded. "Yes, the drawing is on this table."

After listening to Zhang Meng's words, sun Xinzheng rushed to the table and began to look at the things on the table.

But after turning for a long time, sun Xinzheng completely turned over all kinds of books on the table and didn't find the whereabouts of the drawings.

Sun Xinzheng did not let go of the paper placed on the table. He directly threw the paper on the table to the ground one by one to check whether there were drawings hidden in it.

Unfortunately, there is no drawing in the book, and there is no whereabouts of the drawing in the paper.

Looking at the empty table, sun Xinzheng's original excited mood suddenly became a little angry. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Meng angrily.

"Zhang, you lied to me. Where is the drawing?"

Zhang Meng saw that Sun Xin was constantly turning over the drawings and wanted to tease him. At the moment, he saw Sun Xin's angry face and couldn't help laughing, "don't you see it on the table?"

Sun Xinzheng hears the speech and lowers his head to look at the table again.

The table is really clean, leaving only an inkstone with some ink.

Seeing this inkstone, sun Xinzheng reached out to pick up the inkstone. Afraid that the ink in the inkstone would splash on the table, he carefully moved aside, but still didn't see the shadow of the drawing.

Seeing that the inkstone was still empty, sun Xinzheng was completely angry. He suddenly patted the table, slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Meng angrily.

"Zhang, are you kidding me?"

Hearing sun Xinzheng's question, Zhang fiercely extended his finger to the inkstone and sighed, "old sun, can you turn over the inkstone and talk again."

After listening to Zhang Meng's words, sun Xinzheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the inkstone. No matter whether the ink could splash on the table or not, he directly buckled the inkstone on the table.

Seeing the back of the inkstone, Sun Xin was stunned. After a long time, he stretched out a trembling hand and picked up a piece of paper under the inkstone.

Although the paper was folded into small pieces, Sun Xin felt his heart beating more and more when he looked at the color of the paper. He slowly opened the paper and was stunned again when he saw the words on it. A moment later, he suddenly shouted.

"Yes, I finally found the drawing, ha ha..."