Fang Xing listened to their conversation, his consciousness gradually blurred.

The high fever made it difficult for him to concentrate, and he could only grit his teeth and try to keep his attention on the conversation between the two.

The dwarf didn't know how long he went, so he hurried back in the rain.

Fang Xing had completely fallen asleep.

The high fever did not go away, and he didn't eat much, so he couldn't hold it anymore.

Shen Haoying stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and used her ability to manipulate the flow of water to carry the medicine into her esophagus.

Early the next morning.

Although he had taken medicine, Fang Xing still had no strength.

Seeing that his condition was improving, Shen Haoying threw the person back and let the thin man and the short man take care of it.

"The ○○ of the ○, if it weren't for his ○ to run, how could the fat mark die." Short Kim was not convinced.

He was originally a gangster in the village, and he was angry, and the foul language was a string of foul language.

Fang Xingquan didn't hear it.

He just sat on the ground, stunned as if he was thinking about something.

"That's enough, I'll settle accounts with him when I get the money." The long stick persuaded him.

"For the money's sake!" Shorty Gold gritted his teeth.

Afternoon.

A village under the mountain.

An old Baba silver-gray 50 drove into the village and stopped on the road up the mountain.

The door opened, and the two got out of the car.

"Brother, I was almost killed by you in the car just now."

The girl in the back seat of the car had her short hair tied in two strands and tied it with colored bands. Carrying a silver tin suitcase, she straightened the peaked cap she was wearing backwards and looked around.

The urbanization of this village is not high, and even the cement road is a stretch of road, which is a bit torture for passengers.

"I think this place has good feng shui." Lu Nancy played with her hair, "Have wealth." ”

Ling Yi looked silently at the dark sky.

What's not bad, it's getting dark and it's raining, and you're still going to have money, are you always ready to go treasure hunting?

"Take a break, let's go up the mountain." Lu Nancy roughly judged the location and determined the direction.

"Can you climb up?" Ling Yimo took out a lollipop, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A sick and weak man who almost passed the physical education exam felt that his heart had been pierced.

He covered his face, "You should accompany Daddy to practice in the morning." ”

Since he was a child, he was not in good health, and he was always tossed and blamed.

According to his impression, the person he was looking for should be near this village, and he did not know where the Guanren's hut was.

He needed to get a little closer to be able to use ability search to locate him.

Mountain huts.

Because he was tossed for most of the last night, the long stick had gone to sleep tiredly, leaving the dwarf golden caretaker.

Fang Xing stood up and moved his body.

He still has a low-grade fever and no strength in his body, even if the short man Jin has no advantage in height, he can easily be subdued by himself.

This is also the reason why Shen Haoying will let him go.

"Don't keep staring at me, I know I'm handsome." He stretched.

Short King rolled his eyes inwardly.

He wasn't crooked, and he wasn't interested in this kind of little white face at all.

"You don't really think you're going to get the money he promised, do you? We rich people have a lot of tricks, maybe you won't get a penny and go to jail when the time comes? ”

His tone was a little shy, which made the dwarf's heart angry.

He slammed back, "What does it matter to you whether Lao Tzu can get the money or not?" ”

"Of course it's my business, if it weren't for that companion of yours dying because of me, would that Sven scum give you a price increase?" Fang Xing continued to jump in the minefield of Shorty Gold.

Originally, because of the death of his brother in the same village, the dwarf Jin was sad, and Fang Xing's words were undoubtedly rubbing salt on his wounds.

"The ○○ of your ○○ raises ○○!"

The dwarf Jin couldn't bear it anymore, took out the knife in his pocket, and directly pressed the person to the ground.

Fang Xing, who had no strength because of a cold and fever, was directly knocked to the ground by him, and the blade fell, and he only felt that his face was hot.

The dwarf Jin is not tall, but he always has more strength to work.

Just as he was about to slash the fourth knife, there was a pain in his wrist and he was firmly caught.

"As I said, you can't run, and you can't die." Shen Haoying warned.

The short man's golden heart was cold.

"Do you take my words as wind in your ears?"

Shen Haoying flipped out the wound medicine and sprayed it on Fang Xing's face casually twice, and then went out with Short Jin with one hand.

Most of the time it was to warn this temporary subordinate.

Fang Xing took a deep breath, and the wound on his face hurt every time he moved.

Fortunately, it's not without gains.

He fumbled for the lockpicking tool in his pocket and lay in the corner with his eyes closed.

Through the observation of the past few days, he also figured out the occupation of the trio, Short Jin is a hardware store guy, part-time locksmithing, and later his hands and feet are not very clean and he was fired.

He guessed that Short King would have some lock-picking gadgets in his pocket, and he was right.

In middle school, he studied escape magic, learned a little about how to pick old-fashioned locks, and now he finally has a chance to practice it in this place.

He approached the camping lamp in the house, took out his tools, and completely disconnected the circuit while the short man was not sleeping.

Dead.

Fang Xing stood up and took two steps towards the door.

Because the lamp was broken, the long stick went out to change it, and at this opportunity, Fang Xing slowed down his strength.

When the long stick came back with the lamp, Fang Xing quickly circled his neck and knocked him unconscious with his elbow.

Seeing that the lamp was about to fall, he quickly caught it, and then leaned his body against the door, locking the light source in the room.

He sat on the ground and gasped for breath, and began to search for the contents of the long stick, but only to touch two strange-looking pieces of jerky, which did not look like they could be eaten.

In order to have to eat everything that can and can't be eaten in an emergency, he gritted his teeth and stuffed the jerky into his mouth.

Picking the lock, Fang Xing slipped outside.

Short King was sleeping in a chair outside, snoring like thunder.

Fang Xing relied on his impression to touch Shen Haoying and Zhong Yunyun's room, carefully picked the lock, and pushed the door in.

While the two of them were sleeping in the room, he followed his memory to find the location of the reagent and took it.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he left the room.

It was dark tonight, and the shadows of the trees outside obscured the sky, and it was almost impossible to see the road.

On this day, it was obviously going to rain.

"I hope this rain doesn't come too fast." Fang Xing was worried.

He followed the familiar path and walked down the mountain.

Foot.

After a night of searching, Lu Nancy finally had a faint sense.

The other party seemed to be recognizing the way down the mountain, with throbbing pain on his face and obvious pain in his chest and ribs.

Looks like he's looking in the right direction.

"Ready, let's go up the mountain." He held the umbrella in his hand and turned on the flashlight.

Ling Yimo nodded, turned the cap backwards, and took out his staff out of the box.

The two of them walked up the hill.

Fang Xing followed the road to the middle of the mountain, got out of the woods, and walked down the mountain.

(End of chapter)