If eyes could kill, I guess I would have been killed 10,000 times.

I was embarrassed and persuaded, "Didn't I leave you behind?"

Murphy pulled out a tissue, blew his nose, and glared at the two inspectors, "Have you seen enough of the fun!?"

"I'm sorry, it's okay to check, please leave!"

Murphy started the car with a blank face, and I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The car started very slowly, and I could clearly hear the first two inspectors talking.

"Sister Zhao, we haven't checked their car and trunk yet, why did we let people go."

"Hey, what do they have to look up?"

"A broken van can't run as fast as a dog, how can anyone be stupid enough to drive such a car to commit crimes."

When the car went farther, I felt a little guilty.

Making money is really not a difficult thing for me.

I grew up on an island far away from the people, and I had no concept of the extravagance of the mundane world, let alone the desire to buy them.

But these things may be a little attractive to Murphy.

I silently calculated in my heart that I must surprise Murphy when I go back, which can be regarded as a reward and apology for this time.

The car drove all the way for more than four hours and finally stopped at the door of Wen Tingfang's villa.

The moment the car stopped, the well-trained bodyguards in the villa immediately surrounded us.

"Stop, what are you doing!?"

Faced with a team of seven or eight bodyguards, I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket in front of them.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of ten thousand qi, the vast cultivation of the catastrophe, the proof of my supernatural powers."

A golden light suddenly lit up, and everyone couldn't bear the impact of the Dao Law, and their eyes rolled and fell to the ground.

"Hey, wake up!"

I crouched down and carefully patted Murphy's cheek.

The moment I opened my eyes, Murphy kicked me in the calf, "Can you tell me a word before you use a bad move next time!?"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the distance.

Murphy, who had just woken up, suddenly shrunk his eyes to the size of pins, and looked in fear in the direction of the window behind me.

Through her eyes, I saw the pistol's gun *** coming out of the spark, right at the back of my head.

After a sharp tingling in the back of my head, I stumbled.

"Hidden Dragon!"

Murphy let out a sharp cry in panic, and then drew the dagger from his waist with a fierce gaze.

With a flick of his hand, the dagger turned into a cold light and went straight to the window two hundred meters away.

The man who put the cold gun didn't have time to let out a scream before he stabbed his eyebrows and fell in a pool of blood.

After doing all this, Murphy sat down on her knees, pressed my head to her lap, her body trembling in a hurry, her throat rubbing anxiously to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

After a long time, she struggled to hold back a sentence, "Hey, don't die!"

Embarrassed, I broke free from her embrace and pulled a bullet casing from the back of my head.

"Don't be afraid, this thing won't kill me."

"Cultivators have a special kind of field of their own, which can also be called a magnetic field."

Any flying iron and dark weapon will immediately lose all power as soon as it comes into contact with the magnetic field.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to take you into the heavily guarded territory in a grand manner."

Murphy, who gradually calmed down, looked at me with a very unkind look, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Was the knee pillow cool just now?"

I embarrassedly touched a small cut on the left side of my face, and pulled out a tissue to wipe the blood.

"You have too many rivets and zippers on these cargo pants, you'd better get a new one or you won't scratch yourself."

"Hmph, you deserve it."

Murphy's concern for me was short-lived, and by the time I turned my mind, she was

He entered the hall of the villa.

At this time, only a limited number of nannies and servants were left in the villa.

After some time of surveillance, I already know the structure of Wen Tingfang's villa well.

At this moment, Murphy grabbed the old butler's collar and asked fiercely, "Where did your master hide the treasure and confidential information? Say it quickly."

"If you dare to tell a lie, I'll tear down your old bones!"

The old man was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, "Grandma, I really don't know."

I shouted at Murphy, "Don't embarrass him, come with me."

Murphy raised his neck high, looking seven dissatisfied and eight angry, but he still gave me face and entered the master bedroom of the villa together.

A woman's heart is a needle, and I don't know how to offend Murphy.

From the time I entered the villa until now, she has never given me a good face.

Murphy looked at the palatial villa and muttered, "A master bedroom is bigger than my whole house, and it's a good life for a rich man."

In order to prevent being scolded, I did not take Murphy's words, but grabbed the bronze lampstand on the bedside table and spun it in a circle.

After hearing a click, he immediately pressed down the lampstand hard.

After a sound of mechanical gears turning, a gap suddenly cracked in the original position of the carpet.

The gap gradually widened into a five-foot square staircase, which extended downwards in layers, and the light strips in the two grooves on the ground reflected a pale yellow light.

We walked slowly down the white marble floor. In the long and narrow underground corridor, there are all kinds of antique vases, calligraphy and paintings displayed on the left and right.

A rough estimate shows that if these things are genuine, then the value of the entire corridor is probably more than two billion.

At this time, Murphy no longer stopped talking to me, but asked solemnly, "What does the seven-star life-sustaining lamp you want look like, I'll find it for you."

I shook my head and said with some regret, "An immortal thing like the Seven Stars Destiny Lamp, even if it is a few miles away, I can smell it."

"It's a pity there's not in this basement."

Walk all the way down the basement to the end, where you will find an archive room where documents are stored.

Murphy and I buried ourselves in the pile of papers and went through them.

After about half an hour, my eyes were almost sour, but it only recorded Wen Tingfang's business in the secular world, and there was no introduction to the Seven Star Life Renewal Lamp.

Suddenly, Murphy shouted in surprise, "Hidden Dragon, I seem to have found what you wanted."

I hurried up to take a closer look.

What Murphy was holding was a prospectus called Maria Behavior Modification School.

It is clearly marked that Wen Tingfang has 50 percent of the company's shares.

In the column of the campus donation catalog, an antique bronze lampstand is prominently written.