The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the two black shadows jumped one by one, silently approaching the city lord's study.

Although he did not use spiritual power, the musculoskeletal muscles and bones that he usually tempered were no longer ordinary, and Hua Shanyun was masked with a black scarf, and he was addicted to the light skills of watching the eaves and walking on the wall in martial arts novels in his last life.

"Stop, stop...... It's time to arrive," Hua Zhen grabbed Hua Shanyun, who was struggling in time, and whispered, "Why are you so excited when you go to the roof?" ”

Hua Shanyun stuck out her tongue under the black scarf: "Cough, it's not like I haven't been on it before......"

Hua Zhen was speechless, and looked around to see if there was any danger, so he took the lead and went down to the ground along the pillars and tiptoed to the door of the study. Hua Shanyun followed closely and obediently hid herself in the shadows.

Hua Zhen condensed his spiritual sense into the shape of wire, poked into the door lock, and stabbed twice along the structure of the lock, only to hear a very light "click", and the door lock was opened.

Hua Shanyun wrote in the small book in his heart: In the future, you must pay attention to cultivating spiritual sense, it is too easy to use when you have no spiritual power!

Hua Zhen threw a mute at the door again to prevent the door from being pushed, and the wooden door that looked a little old creaked to the police. After Hua Shanyun followed him into the study, he posted an illusion on the door, so that from the outside, the door was still locked.

The structure of the study room is not creative, and the central main hall is a desk and chair and a multi-treasure pavilion; On the right side, separated by a beaded curtain and a screen, there is a chaise longue, a dining table and chairs, and some decorations, which seem to be a place to rest; On the left is the place to put books and sundries, in addition to six full bookshelves, there are also several boxes and cages stacked, and the spiritual sense is swept, mostly out-of-print books, calligraphy and painting ornaments and other more valuable things.

"I'll be on the left, you're on the center and on the right, if you don't find it, we'll swap it again." Hua Zhen felt that there were many things on the left, and he came to find them faster. Hua Shanyun also felt that it was reasonable, nodded and started to explore the Duobao Pavilion in the middle hall.

Jade carving, gold carving, celadon, interstitial, purple clay pot, carved inkstone...... Hua Shanyun became more and more sour, this old guy is really good at cheating, all the clothes he wears in front of them are ordinary goods, and he ends up playing with good things in private.

Zhongtang didn't find anything useful, Hua Shanyun turned his head to look at Hua Zhen, who was still flipping through the book, and silently turned to the right. Pushing aside the bead curtain made of light colored southern pearls and crystals, Hua Shanyun controlled his desire to get a few sticks to go, glanced at the dining table with a set of white jade tea sets, and shifted his attention to the back of the screen.

The chaise longue is carved with a dragon and a phoenix, inlaid with gold and jade, and a cushion with snow jade satin embroidered with dark flowers. Hua Shanyun was angry, not to mention the gold, jade, and jade, just the snow jade satin, she was not willing to tear a few feet to make a dress for herself, good guy, this old thing is actually used to set cushions!

Hey, wait, there's something under the cushions! Hua Shanyun lifted the cushion, it was smooth and flat yellow rosewood, but Lingzhi clearly detected a boxy thing underneath, which seemed to be sealed and hidden underneath.

Hua Shanyun thought about it and still didn't do it without permission, ran to the left, and brought Hua Zhen, who was still in the sea of books, over.

Hua Zhen looked at the whole piece of yellow rosewood that had been polished into a chaise longue, and pondered for a long time but couldn't find a way to open it without damaging the wood. I had to lift the wood to expose the bottom of the couch, open it from the bottom and take out the things, and then reset the chaise long, so that the wound was pressed to the bottom and it was difficult to be found.

"So it's hiding here!" The boxy things that the spiritual sense detected before were the account books of the first five years stacked tightly together, and when I opened the last book of each year, there was indeed a page that had been "transformed".