The night in Yanjing is very cold compared to the night in Lijiang City, especially the howling wind.

At night, a BMW quietly parked outside the old mansion of the Zhao family.

The vicinity of Zhao's house is heavily guarded, and guards with guns can be seen everywhere.

Zhang Yifei led the meteor and swaggered forward all the way. The guards naturally knew Zhang Yifei for a long time, and still strictly checked the documents, and glanced at the meteor vigilantly, and then let him pass.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the old house was quiet, and there was a bit of horror in the silence.

Zhang Yifei and Meteor went forward unstoppable.Walked all the way to the third hall of the house.This is where the relatives live.Zhang Yifei has only been here once.But Zhang Yifei has already inquired clearly.The west chamber of the third hall is where his general's grandfather keeps his treasure.Usually the old man always likes to live in a humble house in the bamboo forest.rarely comes here.

Santang West Chambers is Zhang Yifei's goal tonight.

Zhang Yifei can't steal Zhao Huyue's things, because Zhao Huyue is his own son, and all the family property in the future will be his own, but the old man is different.

Besides, you can't be a grandson for nothing.

The further you go, the more relaxed the security in the mansion becomes, but there are still many guards standing guard in and out. The two sneakily walked to the door of the old man's Santang West Chamber.

Bypassing the cloister, the two of them walked to the door of the study, and as expected, it was pitch black in the west wing.

Zhang Yifei was just about to push open the door of the study when he heard a low and majestic voice outside the corridor.

"What are you two doing?"

In the dark of the night, this sentence suddenly appeared in the silence. Zhang Yifei and Meteor screamed.

"Boss, the Zhao family won't be haunted." Meteor asked, his eyes darkened.

"How is it possible, this is a hundred-year-old family, it is definitely not haunted, even if it is haunted, at least it is a fucking ghost of a hundred years." Zhang Yifei explained.

"Please, don't talk about it, if it's really a ghost, we won't be able to beat him." Meteor said in a trembling voice.

It's not like I've never been a thief before, but for some reason, Meteor always feels that tonight is eerie, very scary, like a ghost in a movie about to appear.

"Ghosts are afraid of the light, you wait." Zhang Yifei took out a lighter from his arms.

"Smack." Ignite all at once.

Standing in front of Zhang Yifei and Meteor was an old man, wearing a very ordinary dress, his face could not be seen clearly in the dark, but his silver-white hair was very conspicuous, and the most eye-catching thing was that his eyebrows seemed to be silver-white.

This is definitely not Old Man Zhao.Zhang Yifei and Old Man Zhao have dealt with each other N times.I can recognize it at a glance.

"Meteor, it's not a ghost, it looks like a white-eyed hero." Zhang Yifei said with dancing hands.

Meteor was stunned for a moment, and looked at the firelight, although he couldn't see each other's appearance clearly, but the two silver-white eyebrows could still be seen.

"Boss, it's not like the white-eyed hero is buried here, come out tonight and pull people down." Meteor asked with trembling legs.

After hearing the conversation between the two people, the old man had a black line on his face, he just thought he was a ghost, and now he was a white-eyed hero, but he was already dead.

"The white-eyed hero is a hero, and he will never harm us."

"What are you guys, what the hell are you doing here?" The old man asked majestically.

"Lao Tzu Xing doesn't change his name, he doesn't change his surname, my name is Zhang Yifei."

A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You are Zhao Huyue's son, Zhang Yifei."

Zhang Yifei straightened his chest and said, "Yes, you know me."

The old man nodded slightly: "It should be you, otherwise the guards are everywhere, and the snitch will not be able to enter no matter how capable he is."

Zhang Yifei blinked, "Who are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "I, you just think of me as the one who guards the Zhao family."

Zhang Yifei suddenly understood: "You are the head of the security guard in this house."

In the dark, the old man looked at Zhang Yifei carefully, and his eyes were full of playfulness: "Security chief, sort of."

While the two of them were talking, the meteor had already arrived in the house.

Look for the switch to turn on the light, and the room is full of snow.

Under the light, the old man's appearance can be seen clearly, pale hair, pale eyebrows, old face, a pair of eyes seem to be cloudy, but it seems to be able to see through all the fog in the world, straight to the heart, quietly standing with his hands in his hands, like a resting tiger lying cross-legged, and exuding a bit of momentum without anger in the quiet.

If this old man is a young and lively white-eyed hero reappears in the rivers and lakes.

The old man was quietly looking at Zhang Yifei at the moment.

Ordinary black jacket, a pair of gray old sneakers, the edges of the jeans have long been worn out, the face is full of indecent smiles, with a bit of ruffian nonchalant smell, but a pair of eyes are black and shining, crystal clear.

The old man smiled, and the smile was very mysterious. Zhang Yifei also laughed, and the laughter was confused.

He had been to the Zhao family many times, he had never seen this old man, who was he, and what he was doing in the Zhao family.

Moreover, the aura emanating from this old man gave Zhang Yifei a sense of danger and three points of depression.

Meteor didn't pay any attention to the two of them looking at each other, because he knew what he was doing today, and he pulled out a large bag from his pocket and began to sweep the house.

The old man's eyelids jumped when he saw the meteor's action, and he said, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yifei smiled and said, "There is too much dust in the house, I'll help my grandfather clean up."

"It's an antique, you ......."

Meteor said nonchalantly, "It's not an antique, we don't clean it."

The old man was in a hurry, and as soon as he was about to speak, Zhang Yifei smiled and said, "Old man, it's very hard to be a security guard for the Zhao family."

The old man watched as the meteor loaded the bag one by one, and every time the meteor loaded one, his face twitched violently, and he said absentmindedly, "It's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Yifei squeezed his eyes and said, "Everyone is a proletariat, tell me if you have any grievances, and I'll help you find that old guy for justice."

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette for himself, and took out one and asked, "Old man, do you smoke?"

The old man gently took the cigarette, Zhang Yifei quickly lit it for the old man, such an old man can stay in the Zhao family, it is definitely not simple, and he also gives Zhang Yifei a sense of danger.