John didn't know that this mysterious action evoked a not-so-good memory for the old man, his current situation was a bit special, under the appearance of the Wingman was actually a human heart, once it was discovered that it had some unknown relationship with Condon Manor, it would be troublesome, not good for the plantation or for himself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

John then cleared the woods of the monsters and headed straight for his cabin.

The two-meter-wide path is sandwiched between two flower beds, and a small house appears at the end of the road, not tall or large, next to the garden, with a bit of secluded mystery.

"I didn't expect to come back this way."

John shook his head, looking at the sharp wings, slender pubic bones, and pale golden skin, and unspeakable complex emotions suddenly rose in his heart.

Now this is the picture, it is estimated that even Aunt Debbie will not recognize it.

Walking through the path, I came to the door of the house, there was no lock on the doorknob, there were traces of being pried,

"Thief!"

He whispered silently, his eyes narrowed into a straight line, pushed open the wooden door, and the room was a mess, drawers, tables, and cabinets were opened, and all kinds of trivial objects were thrown on the floor, the only ones that were slightly better were the painting utensils, pianos, and bookshelves in the corner.

It was evident that the nasty fellow was not very interested in these literary arts.

"Zero, collect traces."

John snorted, his left eye circle began to spin, and everything in the room suddenly became clear.

Trivial crumbs, wine stains, shedding hair, mud marks, littered fruit pits, and two canvas bags full of jewelry, belongings.

He walked over to the bed, lifted the quilt, and saw the remaining hairs and stains on the sheets, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"Even if you steal something, you still sleep in my bed, okay, good!"

John took a deep breath, walked to the bookshelf, took down the diary and the books written in magical script left by his mother, took out a wooden box from the cabinet next to him, put the two books in the wooden box with the leather bag containing the black dragon's blood, and then took the box to the garden on the side, dug a deep pit next to the pavilion, and put the wooden box in it.

After doing all this, John returned to the room, leaned against the corner protected from the light, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

Time passed slowly in a quiet atmosphere, and before you knew it, it was beginning to get dark, and the sunset shone on the earth, setting a dark red veil for this quiet manor.

The rustling of footsteps came from outside, accompanied by a rapid gasp, and two white men in rich clothes with scruffy faces appeared outside the hut, each carrying a large package sewn from clothes, and judging by the smile on their faces and the swelling of the package, they were satisfied with the day's harvest.

The two pushed open the wooden door and headed straight for the back room, not noticing the bright light flickering in the shadows behind the door.

Thump!

The package smashed on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust, and the slightly taller middle-aged white man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh,

"Damn, it's finally back."

He took a bottle of wine out of the package, poured it down his throat, and said,

"Ron, how was it today, did you find anything good?"

"What good things can be." The young man next to him pursed his lips, took out an apple, and said while eating,

"Everything that is valuable has been taken away, and the rest is either useless or cannot be moved."

"What about you? How's the catch? ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and poured another sip of wine into his stomach,

"I've run into Duoli today!"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Dead!" The middle-aged man sighed, "The neck is broken, there is a big hole in the abdomen, and the intestines have fallen to the ground, all over the place." ”

"What's even more terrifying is that the monster covered in spikes that killed him is also dead, not far from him, his head has been cut off, and the wound is as smooth as cutting cheese with a knife."

The middle-aged man burped, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said,

"We can't stay here any longer, we'll leave tomorrow."

Ron was puzzled, he didn't understand what he was talking about, he only came here yesterday, many houses were not searched, and there was that richly decorated villa, the main door of the villa was locked, there must be good things inside, he shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice,

"I think I'll wait two more days."

The middle-aged man frowned and shouted, "Little bastard, you are crazy, and you dare not listen to my words." ”

"I'm not crazy!" "This is Condon Manor, a seven-thousand-acre plantation, and the home of former Councillor Derek Condon, and there must be a lot of good stuff here, and don't forget, Mr. Condon went with him when he took nothing." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be a little moved, flicked his collar with his hand, and fell into deep thought.

"The villa in the Banyan District is locked, and the treasures accumulated by the Condon family for decades must be hidden in the villa, as long as we pry open the door, those are ours,

With these treasures, we can live an aristocratic life, wear gorgeous clothes, have servants, eat delicious ham and steak at every meal, and even dance with beautiful noble ladies. ”

The young man's eyes brightened as he spoke, and he said in a tone full of demagogy,

"Uncle, don't you want to live this life?"

The middle-aged man hesitated, his left hand kept patting his thigh, and his eyes flashed violently,

"What are you still thinking about, if you are afraid, I will go by myself tomorrow, you follow behind, help me keep guard."

The young man said in a disdainful tone, and his arrogant posture attracted a random beating,

"Little bastard, I'm not old enough to sentry for you."

The middle-aged man scolded, threw the wine bottle aside, gritted his teeth, and whispered,

"All right, we'll go to the villa tomorrow morning and see what Mr. Condon has left us with a treasure."

As the words fell, the air became eerily quiet, and a light suddenly appeared in the dark corner, the light was like a knife, with a killing intent that pierced the bone marrow.

The middle-aged man trembled, took out the revolver from his arms, and shouted,

"Who? Who's there, get out. ”

Five seconds later, the middle-aged man made a look, the young man nodded, took a handful out of the package, and walked over with a grim face.

Gently opening the wooden door, it was dark behind the door, and the young man turned around and said,

"There's no one behind!"

The middle-aged man frowned, and a shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye,

"Damn, out there, don't let him run."

He roared, strode out, chased to the back of the hut, and when he reached this, the shadow disappeared again, and there was darkness and nothing around him.

Ron scratched his head, puzzled,

"Uncle, are you dazzled, who is anyone?"

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man scolded, his eyes calmly patrolled around, and in a trance, the light and shadow appeared again, teleporting, and in a few steps, he came to him from a very far away.

"You ......"

His eyes widened, and before he could speak, his vision suddenly fell into darkness.

John withdrew the energy sword stuck in his temple and turned to look at the young man to the side, his tall body emitting a pale golden light, holy as an angel and as piercing as a sharp blade.

Ron's eyes widened, his hands trembling, and he couldn't stop shivering.

"Monster!"

He screamed and ran into the forest in a panic.

Poof!

A golden streamer appeared in the air, and the running body stiffened suddenly, and slowly fell to the ground.

"Actually, I just wanted to teach you a lesson that I won't forget."

John shook his head, grabbed the two corpses, and threw them deep into the jungle.