Before I knew it, the night sky was like a heavy black cloth, tightly wrapping the sky and the earth.

In a blink of an eye, the raindrops as big as beans fell and soon they formed a rain curtain with a huge sound.

Wang Haipeng looked at the heavy rain outside the window and came to the room, and said to the coachman and Linglong with sincerity: "The rain is too heavy, and the road is dark and rotten. Let's stay for one night and wait until tomorrow will clear before rushing."

Linglong looked at the bad weather and nodded in agreement.

Although the coachman was a little hesitant, he did not object.

Then, the coachman followed several soldiers into their room. There was a scent of dampness, mixed with the smell of sweat on the soldiers.

A few simple beds were placed casually, and the quilts were worn and thin.

The coachman sat down carefully in the corner, some of the soldiers sat and some lay down, chatting about the march and the mission.

On the other side, Liu Xiaoyu looked firm and glanced around and said softly: "Save two soldiers to look at Wang Hu, and the others followed me into the secret passage. We must get the treasure tonight."

His voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear on rainy nights, with unquestionable majesty.

Everyone followed the order, quickly packed up, and followed Liu Xiaoyu toward the secret passage.

Liu Xiaoyu took the lead in walking into the secret passage, and an old and stuffy aura immediately surged.

The secret passage was pitch black, and everyone hurriedly took out the fire stick and lit it.

A faint fire illuminated a small area around it.

Everyone was exploring and moving forward carefully in the secret passage, and were extremely cautious every step, fearing that they would touch any mechanism or encounter unknown dangers.

As we walked, a faint sound suddenly came from the front, which seemed particularly gloomy in this quiet secret passage. Everyone instantly tightened their nerves, clasped the weapons in their hands, and looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came...

The rain curtain is like a waterfall, covering the whole world tightly, and the night becomes deeper and deeper.

The two soldiers and Wang Hu and the coachman stayed in the house together, looking through the old window at the rain outside.

Wang Hu stared at the heavy rain, and suddenly cursed at the top of his voice: "This damn God, I'm determined to be unable to get along with me!" His voice echoed in the house, with a little anger and reluctance.

The coachman couldn't help but feel confused and thought to himself: This man is now a prisoner, why is he so bold? He dared to openly curse God.

A soldier next to him seemed to see the coachman's thoughts and whispered: "He has always been like this, without any restraint. Don't pay attention to him and just pretend he didn't hear it."

The soldier's voice was very low, with a hint of helplessness and habit in his eyes. After saying that, he turned his attention back to the endless heavy rain outside the window.

The house fell into a brief silence, with only the noise of raindrops falling on the ground and on the roof.

The coachman frowned slightly, still feeling a little puzzled by Wang Hu's behavior. However, since the soldiers told him not to pay attention, he suppressed the curiosity in his heart and stood quietly aside, waiting for the rain to pass, and waiting for the subsequent changes that will come at some point...

The rain was heavy, and there seemed to be only a vast water color left between the sky and the earth.

Inside the room, Wang Hu stared at the blood-filled eyes, staring at the heavy rain outside the window, his facial muscles twisted due to anger, and his mouth began to yell and scold him again.

"God is really blind. I have burned incense and kowtowed him a lot in my life, but how did he treat me? Those enemies who are against me can be free and free, and end up well until they are old. What's the fairness of this!"

While cursing, he beat the table beside him hard. The tea bowls on the table were jingled and the tea splashed out, flowing freely on the table, as if he was panicking about this out of control scene.

The coachman looked at him quietly, thinking to himself: Could this man be so angry after being arrested?

Look at the more and more fierce the scolding is, I am afraid that there is too much resentment in my heart.

The two soldiers also looked bored at this moment, but their responsibilities were dependent on them and could not leave. They could only look at each other helplessly.

Outside the house, the strong wind was carrying heavy rain, slapping the doors and windows desperately, as if God was angry with this unreasonable curse, responding to Wang Hu's provocation in a more violent way.

The tension in the house also escalated with Wang Hu's screams.

The rain was pouring, sliding down the eaves, splashing layers of water on the ground, making a monotonous and continuous sound.

The candlelight in the room swayed, reflecting the delicate and slightly tired face. She lay on the bedside, unable to fall asleep because of this wet rainy night. At this moment, Wang Hu's screams and scolding were like sharp needles, piercing straight into her eardrums.

"Is this thief losing his mind? He is so arrogant that even God dares to insult him wantonly." Linglong frowned and was secretly surprised.

The curse came clearly into her ears through the wall. Every word was filled with Wang Hu's resentment, colliding back and forth in this small space.

She turned over and tried to cover her ears with the quilt to isolate the annoying noise, but the sound seemed to be penetrating and still stubbornly penetrated into her mind.

Time passed slowly in this irritable atmosphere. Fortunately, Wang Hu was probably tired of scolding, and the sharp screams finally stopped gradually.

The world seemed to have quieted in an instant, leaving only the low moan of wind and rain outside the window.

Linglong breathed a long sigh, and her tense nerves relaxed. She adjusted her sleeping position and buried her face in the soft pillow. In this rare tranquility, she slowly closed her eyes, letting her thoughts float in the darkness, and gradually fell asleep.

In the farmer's hut where Xi Yu was temporarily living, the candlelight swayed and the light and shadow swayed on the wall, like a strange dance move.

Inside the room, Xi Yu raised his head slightly and looked at the dark night sky outside the window. The stars were hidden behind the heavy clouds, and there was no light.

He turned around, his eyes falling on Gan Mei's slightly haggard face, his voice low but gentle.

"It's getting late, so you can rest here for a night. I will let the secret guards escort you back tomorrow."

Gan Mei nodded slightly.

Gan Mei and Xiaohong walked into the room together. Xiaohong's steps were a little slow, and there was a hint of unnatural expression.

She lowered her head slightly, grabbed the corner of her clothes with her hands unconsciously, and said in a stuttering voice:

"Madam, although I have lost my memory, I also understand in my heart that there is no reason why the girl and the wife live in the same room. I am so nervous and afraid of being rude." Her voice was soft and trembling, like a frightened deer, carefully testing the world around me.

Gan Mei looked at Xiaohong's nervous look, her lips raised slightly, and showed a warm and kind smile.

She walked forward gently and pulled Xiaohong's hand. The hands were soft and warm, as if they were filled with a kind of soothing power.

"Xiaohong, don't say that." Gan Mei's voice was like the breeze in spring, soft and soothing. "The situation is special now, why bother with these empty rituals. It is not easy for you and I to be safe here. Rest quickly and maintain a good spirit is the most important thing."

Xiaohong raised her head, her eyes full of gratitude and emotion, and nodded slightly to respond.

The two sat down next to the bed together and began to make the bed.

Outside the window, the night is as dark as ink, and occasionally a few sounds of insects are heard, which makes the tranquility and warmth in the house look particularly precious.

Gan Mei lay down sideways, and Xiaohong also lay down slowly, but her body is still a little tight.

Gan Mei whispered: "Go to sleep, Xiaohong, I'm here."

Under this gentle comfort, Xiaohong's breathing gradually stabilized, and sleepiness came quietly. Soon, the two of them fell asleep in this quiet night, and the rest of the night also accumulated strength for tomorrow's unknown journey...

The rain gradually stopped, and the night became deeper and more serious, as if a huge piece of black silk was pressing heavily on the land.

It was almost early morning, and everything was silent, and a slight and slightly chaotic footsteps broke the tranquility of the night.

Liu Xiaoyu led a group of soldiers out of the secret exit of the secret passage. Their figures were tired but could not hide their excitement.

Liu Xiaoyu walked at the front of the team, with a tall figure. Although she was covered in dust, she still exuded a kind of perseverance.

They carried a heavy box in their hands, which was the treasure they had found after twists and turns.

The surface of the box is carved with complex patterns, and it emits a mysterious luster under the faint light, as if telling the years and wealth it carries.

The soldiers' tense nerves finally relaxed. They sat or stood, their faces filled with joy and pride after completing the task.

Several soldiers were sitting around, staring at the treasure on the table with a hot look in the faint candlelight, and talking in a low voice.

The coachman was going to the toilet when he suddenly heard the sound of their conversation.

A dangerous and bold thought quietly arose in his heart: If he can obtain these treasures, wouldn’t it completely change his destiny?

From then on, say goodbye to the wind and rain, drive the car for others, and live a rich and luxurious life.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, his hands were unconsciously clasped, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

The heavens and man in his mind were fighting, and reason told him that this was a dangerous and immoral idea, but the greedy desire spread wildly in his heart like wild grass, gradually gaining the upper hand.

The coachman gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and began to plan in his heart how to take this treasure for himself without knowing it...

The curtain of the night is still heavy, and the humid air fills the house, mixed with sweat and fatigue from everyone.

Several soldiers sat on the ground, their chests fluctuated violently, gasping for breath, and their faces were filled with fatigue.

"I finally solved the secret passage, but I'm so exhausted!" A strong soldier wiped the sweat from his face, his voice with a strong sense of fatigue and relief. His clothes were already soaked in sweat, tightly pressed against his back, and his hair was scattered in disarray on his forehead, but his eyes showed a bit of ease after completing the task.

Liu Xiaoyu looked around the exhausted soldiers in the room, feeling full of emotion and distress.

"Everyone is exhausted, let's take turns guarding the treasure, and the others hurry up and take a break and make up for their sleep."

When the soldiers heard this, a hint of gratitude and relief flashed in their eyes, and they nodded in response.

Soon, they arranged the rotation order.

Several soldiers held their tired bodies, held weapons, sat around the table with treasures, and looked around with vigilant eyes. Although sleepy was coming like a tide, they still held their responsibilities.

The other soldiers found a corner and lie down in their clothes.

After a while, snoring sounds sounded in the house. These sounds were intertwined, which seemed particularly loud in this quiet night, but also made people feel a sense of peace of mind and peace of mind.

Liu Xiaoyu looked at the sleeping soldiers and sighed softly. He also found a place to sit down and closed his eyes to rest.

However, it was difficult for him to calm down. All kinds of thrilling scenes in the secret passage kept flashing in his mind. The subsequent disposal of this treasure and the series of problems that might arise were like heavy stones pressing on her heart.

But at this moment, he knew that everyone needed this moment of rest to meet the unknown challenges that are coming...

The night is like water, and everything is silent, only the occasional cry of insects echoes gently in this deep night.

The coachman retreated back to the room, his eyes gradually became crazy, his eyes locked on the sledgehammer in the corner of the wall, and the heavy sledgehammer seemed to be the key to him opening the door of treasure.

He rushed over, held the hammer handle tightly with both hands, and the veins on his arms swelled up, then turned around and rushed towards the soldiers guarding the treasure with a desperate determination.
To be continued...