Shopkeeper Qi looked at this finger weakly and was silent for a long time. Qi Fangque is the hope of his old Qi family, if he has any accidents, the old Qi doesn't want to live.

In this life, it is not easy to see a little light, is it going to be extinguished here?

The shopkeeper Qi is unwilling, his life can be wanted, but his son must be saved. The old relatives of Getan City must not be buried in their own hands.

But the owner behind his own store has a lot of spare energy. offended Yu Li, it is just as rare to have a good death.

After thinking about it, the shopkeeper Qi couldn't come up with a proper way, and the white-clothed scribe didn't urge, just walked around the rest of the gold shops, just like ordinary idle visitors.

The time goes forward, and the more customers there are in the store.

Shopkeeper Qi also thought about whether to let the guards arrest this person and hand him over to Yu Li, so as to implore the Yu family forces to rescue his son. But he couldn't tell where this person came from, in case this person was just an inconsequential chess piece of the other party, if he lost it, he would lose it, and he would tear Qi Fangque up if he changed hands.

He couldn't afford to gamble, he only had one son, and he didn't dare to bet.

The Yu family's guards are also good at Getan City, and several of them are invited from the martial arts dart game, and they have excellent knowledge in traveling south and north. Gangsters blatantly came to rob the goods, and the shopkeeper Qi was naturally not afraid. But how could he have imagined that he would threaten the life of his young son. He is just a small shopkeeper, why didn't the other party rob the son of the Yu family, what did he do wrong, and ushered in an unwarranted disaster.

After walking around twice, the white-clothed scribe finally got a little impatient, walked up to the shopkeeper, and gently knocked on the bookcase three times.

Shopkeeper Qi looked sad and said in a low voice: "The small shop really can't take out 100,000 taels of gold. He didn't dare to hint at the guards stationed in the store at this time, for fear that they would disturb the visitor and tear up his son's ticket.

The white-clothed scribe said, "Then how many do you have?"

The shopkeeper Qi said: "There are only five hundred taels of gold, and a lot of silver, but it is only eight thousand taels." ”

The white-clothed scribe said, "So little, aren't you the biggest gold shop here?"

The shopkeeper Qi said: "The gold shop sells objects made of gold and silver, and there are no one or two of the ten pieces, and the gold and silver in stock are all supplied by the Yu family on demand." ”

The white-clothed scribe said "oh" and said, "I don't think about it, I'm sorry." This colloquial "ha" is deeply rooted in the essence of the Wu language, and it seems that this person is also from Jiangnan Province.

Then he said, "That's all, give it all to me." ”

Seeing that he was so good at talking, the shopkeeper Qi felt a little luck in his heart, but when he glanced at the fingers on the case, it was a little colder, and he said hesitantly: "This shop is owned by Master Yu Liyu, and it is given to the guest officer privately, and the little old man's family will not escape death." ”

The white-clothed scribe said, "Don't worry, you just need to tell me the location of the key and the gold and silver......

Shopkeeper Qi interjected: "But these guards ......"

The white-clothed scribe took out an object from his sleeve, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it gently, and said indistinctly: "Don't interrupt me, you listen to me." Ah, when it came to forgetting somewhere. In a word, in the end, all the people in your house will die, and Yu Li will only think that the gold shop was robbed, not sold by you. ”

When the shopkeeper Qi heard this, he wanted to cry without tears, and couldn't help but shout: "Since you have been preparing to kill all the people here, why are you kidnapping my child!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a steel knife pierced through his chest, and the white-clothed scribe took a step back to avoid the splashes of blood.

"Because, I'm afraid of noise. It's a lot of trouble to fight and kill, you just tell me where the things are, I'll take them myself, and everyone will be safe and sound, and it's very pleasant. Still, you're so noisy. Actually, if you hadn't interrupted me just now, you wouldn't have died. Maybe we will reward you with some gold and give your son a book when we leave. So, why are you interrupting me......"

The steel knife in the chest of the shopkeeper Qi was pulled out and fell weakly to the seat. At this moment, there was still a breath, listening to the chatter and complaints of the white-clothed scribe, and suddenly there was a sense of absurdity:

Is his own death simply because he interrupted this man's speech?

If I hadn't made a noise at the time, would I have had a different ending?

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, even if there is a lot of regret at this time, he can't stop it, and his pulse gradually stops.

At his last glance on earth, he saw many guards draw their swords and leap up, but in mid-air, they all fell to the ground.

The white-clothed scribe looked at the shopkeeper Qi, who had lost his breath, and seemed to want to say something, but suddenly heard the sound of falling to the ground, and when he looked back, he saw that except for a few customers who were playing with gold ornaments, the rest of the people in the store had fainted.

If Young Master Bai was here, he would definitely be able to see the methods of the white-clothed scribe. When the latter pretended to wander around and look at it, he threw a few rosewood pills into the flower pot and incense burner, and buried them in the soil of the flower pot and the black ash of the incense burner with the power of catapulting, so no one noticed.

In just a few moments, the poisonous gas of the pill spread, permeating the entire store, but it was colorless, odorless, and invisible. The white-clothed scribe stuffed something in his mouth as he spoke, which was the antidote.

He waved his hand at the remaining visitors who were not unconscious, then pressed his index finger to his mouth and "shh

A man walked to the door, carefully lifted the door, and closed the shop. Then several people stood on tiptoe in an exaggerated posture and lightly searched for finances.

The white-clothed scribe picked up the teapot that Qi's shopkeeper entertained the distinguished guests, lifted the tea lid and sniffed it, and poured it away in disgust. Then he took out a bag of tea leaves from his bosom, poured it into it, and poured water into the cup. When the teapot is warm, pour out the first pot of tea and replace it with the second pot of hot water.

After that, he made a pot of fragrant tea that satisfied him, picked up the teacup and drank it lightly, squinting his eyes and letting out a pleasant sound: "Ah......"

Then he felt that it was inappropriate, and smiled apologetically at everyone, as if he was sorry for disturbing others.

It was the first time he had committed a crime in Getan, but the gang was so skilled that they really didn't make a sound. When the pot of tea was drunk, the white-clothed scribe looked back again.

I saw a few people sitting on a few other chairs for a long time, with a few shriveled packages in front of them, obviously not much gained.

The white-clothed scribe asked, "That's it?"

One of them replied: "These are just the goods on display, there should be more in the back warehouse." ”

The white-clothed scribe said, "Then why don't you go and get it?"

The man replied, "There is a lock in the storeroom, I searched for it just now, but I couldn't find the key." I think there should be more than one family in charge. ”

The white-clothed scribe smiled, "Can't you open it?"

"I can open it, but ......"

"But it's noisy?"

The man nodded slightly, and the white-clothed scribe got up with a smile, opened a package at random, and took out a golden hairpin.

Then he said to the people, "I'm leaving, and you can divide the rest." ”

As he spoke, one of them stepped forward and opened the door for him, and sent the white-clothed scribe away with dignity.