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The old man muttered to himself, as the boss didn't understand.

If it was a good thing, would it also disappear into thin air?

"Someone is stealing something!"

The old man shouted, his expression extremely ugly.

Inside the camera, there was a very important record of him. All of the paintings were kept within the camera, and it was the memory he gave himself. He intended to seal the brush and occasionally take it out to admire, but why was it gone?

Zhong Wentao's face became more and more gloomy. Cheng Yang looked at it strangely, but he could not see the painting, was there a need to be so sad?

"I have quite a famous painting in my family. When I can return home in the future, I'll steal one for you."

Patting Zhong Wentao on the shoulder, Cheng Yang smiled and said.

" When the two returned to the Ciji Hall, what awaited them was Zhou Cangzhu's fury.

"Where did you two take the patient early in the morning? What about the doctor's fee? "Take it out!"

"If you can't take out the money, all of you scram!"

A huge berating sound came out, as though the roof was about to be lifted off it. Cheng Yang covered his ears, as he was not used to Zhou Cangzhu's explosive anger.

He was clearly a Chinese doctor, but he couldn't boil some medicine for himself to go to the liver?

"Money?" No one will pay! "

What Cheng Yang said was the truth, but it made Zhou Cangzhu even angrier.

There were ten dishes he had meticulously prepared on the kitchen counter. They had cost him a lot of living expenses, but now he had no medical fees at all and all the money had gone to waste.

"Here."

Zhong Wentao said as he took out three hundred yuan from his pocket, hoping that he could calm Zhou Cangzhu's anger.

The old man had given him a lot of money previously, but they had all been taken away by him. If he did not give Zhou Cangzhu some now, it would really be unreasonable.

"That's all …"

After snatching the money, Zhou Cangzhu muttered to himself. He counted the money several times with the three hundred bills, afraid that he would miscount the money.

"Phew …"

Cheng Yang let out a long breath. He didn't think that Zhou Cangzhu would actually be so easy to deal with.

In the room, Zhong Wentao sat on the bed and thought. Regardless of whether he was eating in the kitchen, Cheng Yang was immersed in his own thoughts.

He always felt that the painting of a fairy was not a simple one, and that it had something to do with him. Otherwise, how could the old man's camera just disappear like that?

Just because he wanted to look, the camera disappeared.

This was enough to prove that there was someone secretly monitoring him and preventing him from finding out the truth.

Who was it?

For what?

At night, the outside of Ciji Hall was surrounded by a group of cultivators with copper mask.

A period of time had passed since the Treasure Chest was taken away by Zhong Wentao. They had found the 'Ciji Hall' by relying on the clue that there was a light in the east and found the one with strong suspicions — — Zhong Wentao.

"Light the incense."

As the leader of the cultivators spoke, the cultivators lit the incense and threw it through the doors and windows into the infirmary.

Before long, the entire infirmary was filled with smoke.

"Let's go!"

Waiting until the time was right, the cultivators then quietly entered the 'Ciji Hall'.

Their masks had been specially prepared, so they were immune to drugs like incense. There was a small mechanism at the edge of the masks, and if one gently pressed it, the edges of the masks would shine, enough to walk in the dark night.

The meticulous and secretive search was carried out in Zhong Wentao's room, the treasure chest under the bed was naturally discovered, only that the color had turned blood-red, it looked very different from the treasure chests that the previous cultivators had snatched.

The person inspecting the Treasure Chest naturally thought that it was just a broken box. He put it back and continued to search for other places. After searching for a long time, he still could not find any traces of the Treasure Chest, as if there had never been any traces of it.

"Did I find the wrong person?"

The leader of the cultivators said, his tone filled with doubt.

There were only two inns in this area. One was the Chinese Medical Hall and the other was the Western Medicine Hall. The Western Medicine Hall was located at the end of the northern road and was not too far away.

"What should we do?"

The cultivators opened their mouths, and indeed, they did not find anything.

"Have him come and recognize his face."

The leader of the cultivators said, and told the person who fought with Zhong Wentao to come and recognize him.

"It's not him!"

The cultivator looked at Zhong Wentao's appearance and denied it with certainty.

The person he was fighting that day was a very handsome man. He was not the sloppy-looking person on the bed at all. There was no mistake about this.

"To the Western Medicine Hall."

With the order, the cultivators with the copper mask quickly retreated. In a few seconds, they retreated as if it had never happened before.

"Phew …"

"It scared me to death!"

A few minutes later, Cheng Yang sat up from the bed and spoke softly. He and Zhong Wentao were not even stunned by the incense!

"Shh, lower your voice."

Zhong Wentao bellowed, he was not sure if the cultivators outside were still there.

When they were surrounding the infirmary, Zhong Wentao was already woken up. He just stayed in his sleep position and wanted to see their goal.

He did not expect the Cultivator Organization people to find this place without any clues. If it were not for the fact that he dressed up like a different person on the day of the auction, he would have already been killed.

"Just who did you offend?"

Cheng Yang used his voice to speak, his eyes full of suspicions.

How could someone like Zhong Wentao, a loser, make a move on him?

"Didn't you hear it? They're not looking for me."

Zhong Wentao said, he did not plan to tell Cheng Yang yet.

It was very troublesome to provoke the Cultivator Organization, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Fortunately, he had used up all the medicinal ingredients, leaving not even the slightest bit of dregs. Otherwise, he would have been seen through by them.

Cheng Yang, on the other hand, did not mind. He collapsed onto the bed and continued to sleep, planning to continue filling in the gaps in his dreams.

Zhong Wentao changed his clothes and quietly left the infirmary. He wanted to see what the people from Cultivator Organization were up to.

At the Western Medicine Hall.

Under the night sky, many figures were entering and exiting. There were more than twenty cultivators entering, but no one noticed.

Their light footsteps were like that of a cat, never making a sound. It was clear that they were a group of well-trained people.

This made Zhong Wentao even more curious about the Cultivator Organization. What was the purpose of this organization, and what secrets it had made him curious.

"Still no answer …"

Outside the door, the cultivators' auras were very unfriendly. If they could not find the Treasure Chest and the person who stole it, they would definitely be severely punished when they returned.

The leader of the cultivators took out a stone from his bosom. On the stone, there was a small stone that was violently shaking.

"Sensory Stone!"

Zhong Wentao was shocked, he almost said these words out loud.

Why would this thing appear here?

"There's a reaction from the Sensory Stone. That person should be in the vicinity."

The cultivator spoke, ordering everyone to continue searching.

Zhong Wentao did not linger around for too long. Instead, he ran towards the direction of the infirmary overnight, causing the Sensory Stone to lose its sense and to disturb the group of cultivators.

Since even the Sensory Stone had appeared, he had a premonition that his enemies would descend upon him in the future.

For the entire night, Zhong Wentao left footprints in every part of the Pine City, and the people from the Cultivator Organization followed him as they went through a large circle of 'sightseeing' in the Pine City.

When the sun rose from the east, Zhong Wentao went straight back to the Ciji Hall to catch up on his sleep.

The people of Cultivator Organization could only return home. If too many people woke up early and saw this, they would report it.

Nanshan Bay.

"silver cultivator, there's a problem with the Sensory Stone. We went around the entire Pine City and did not find the person who robbed the Treasure Chest."

In the room, the copper cultivator complained as he placed a rock on the table.

"Hehe, is there a problem with the Sensory Stone?"

The silver cultivator laughed and said, "I think there's something wrong with your brains, you guys were fooled around by someone yet you don't even know it."

"What do you mean?"

The bronze cultivator hurriedly asked, not understanding what was going on.

"He has already seen through your movements. He brought you guys to circle around the Pine City, playing with you guys."

The silver cultivator said softly, he picked up the cup on the table and gulped it down, his entire body releasing a strong killing intent, causing the bronze cultivator to directly kneel on the ground, his body trembling.

He had actually forgotten that the person in front of him was a person who was known as the 'Silver Demon'. Although his ability was not as great as it was back then, he was still an existence that couldn't be underestimated.

"Go check, continue checking!"

The silver cultivator said coldly. Only then did the bronze armored cultivator heave a sigh of relief, stand up and quickly walk out.

Suddenly, a wave of cold air enveloped him.

In the next second, blood gushed out from every corner of his body, and he bled to death.

Lying in a pool of blood, Cultivator Copper's eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he had died just like that.

Outside the door, a few cultivators quickly came in and carried the corpse away. They quietly wiped the body clean and moved extremely quickly, not caring at all about the death of their companions or their blood.

One bronze cultivator died, and tens of millions of bronze warriors came up. Regarding this, silver cultivator was not worried.

He wanted to see exactly who had snatched the treasure chest away from him.

He had waited for three years for the chance to release the seal to seal off his Essence. Just who had done this good deed to obstruct him?

"Zhong Wentao, wake up quickly, a patient is here."

In the room, Cheng Yang shouted, but Zhong Wentao was still fast asleep.

There were already many people lined up outside waiting for their diagnosis to arrive. Zhou Cangzhu was dealing with them, but these people did not trust Zhou Cangzhu's medical skills at all.

"Ugh …" "Stop being so noisy …"

Zhong Wentao said softly, extremely tired.

This body's stamina was too poor. Although his mind told him to wake up, his body still sunk into a deep sleep, unable to wake up.

Cheng Yang had no choice but to go out and take a look at the situation.

"Where is he?"

Zhou Cangzhu anxiously said. Looking back, there was still no sign of Zhong Wentao.

"He's not going to get up!"

Cheng Yang was very helpless, he had never seen such a sleeping person.

He had clearly gone to sleep last night, so why wasn't he awake today?

"Get a basin of water and splash it on him."

Zhou Cangzhu said irritably, Cheng Yang was not happy to do such a thing.

Having lived here for so many days, he had already accumulated a large amount of resentment he had towards Zhou Cangzhu, and it was perfect time for him to vent it out right now.

"Hahaha, Zhong Wentao, you can die now!"

Carrying the plastic basin, Cheng Yang rushed over to Zhong Wentao's room.

"AHH!"