The man looked at him with disappointment, wondering why he had taken such an incompetent and arrogant disciple.
It was like a rat licking a cat's nose, seeking trouble.
The next morning~
Su Lai excitedly opened the door and saw that the walls on both sides of the corridor were blackened by fire, as if they had been coated with a layer of black paint.
"Holy crap, who the hell set the hotel on fire last night?"
Su Lai couldn't help but exclaim and then knocked on Zhang Xiaoqiang and Da Hu's doors.
After a while, the two of them finished their washing and tidying up and arrived at Yu Daohang's room.
Su Lai knocked on the door: "Master Yu, the sun is already high in the sky, wake up!"
After a long while, Yu Daohang groggily opened the door.
Seeing Yu Daohang's pale face, Su Lai asked, "Master Yu, why are your dark circles so heavy? You look like you've been through a great battle."
Yu Daohang sighed speechlessly. Su Lai, this guy, never won at gambling, but never missed a guess.
He wondered if his guessing ability would improve after obtaining that treasure.
Su Lai chuckled and pointed to the blackened walls of the corridor: "Master Yu, look, what an idiot set the hotel on fire."
Yu Daohang chuckled awkwardly and said nothing, but cursed inwardly.
He had been living a comfortable life in the shop, but he had to come here to search for treasures with them, only to be attacked. And now this guy was calling him an idiot.
How mean!
After Yu Daohang finished packing, the four of them went downstairs to the hotel lobby and ordered some food.
After all, they didn't know what they would encounter next, and they might not even have a place to eat.
While eating, Yu Daohang asked, "By the way, have you heard of any sects that fight by raising ghosts and are skilled in using talismans and chains?"
The three of them were all bewildered by Yu Daohang's question.
There were sects that fought with ghosts, countless sects skilled in talismans, and not a few sects that used chains.
But when all these were combined, they had never heard of such a sect. To be precise, did such a sect even exist?
Seeing that he seemed to have asked three fools, Yu Daohang decided to stop talking about it.
The fact that the two people from last night didn't attack Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others meant they were after him.
Could it be an enemy seeking revenge?
Yu Daohang thought about it and then dismissed the idea. None of his enemies seemed to fight this way.
But there was no need to panic. Although the figure who saved him last night was skilled, he was still a little inferior to himself.
He just needed to pay close attention when they set off. Besides, he was now a master on the Heaven Ranking.
Not just any cat or dog could kill him as they pleased.
The place where the treasure was located was a deserted village. The nearest route was to go to Daiha Village first, and then follow the mountain road over a mountain.
After eating, the four of them had planned to take a taxi to Daiha Village, but there were no taxis going to that village.
Fortunately, they met a villager from Daiha Village, who gave the driver a hundred yuan to take them to Daiha Village as well.
"Puff~ puff~ puff~"
The tractor, pulling a cart full of dried wheat stalks, roared to life.
Four men with different expressions sat on the wheat stalks. One of them, dressed in a black suit, looked speechless and bewildered, completely out of place in this scene.
He looked like a young bride going to the countryside.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked speechlessly at Su Lai, who was full of embarrassment, beside him: "How much longer until we get there?"
Su Lai chuckled awkwardly: "My master said it's about half an hour."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was full of speechlessness and helplessness.
They had clearly said they would send us by private jet, but they didn't say it would be a tractor!
When getting into the vehicle, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the driver call it a "private jet" and was full of anticipation.
Even if it wasn't a Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, or Ferrari, it should at least be a Mercedes-Benz or Audi, or at worst, a Wuling Hongguang.
But he never expected it to be a tractor.
Private jet, private jet, a tractor for hauling bricks?
Da Hu, sitting next to him, was indifferent and enthusiastically looked at the surrounding scenery.
Yu Daohang lay on the wheat stalks and found it amusing to see Zhang Xiaoqiang with a wheat husk stuck in his hair.
"I just don't understand why you always wear that suit when you go out."
Zhang Xiaoqiang coughed lightly, tugged at his wrinkled suit collar, and proudly said, "You wouldn't understand. Life needs a sense of ritual, and dressing must be exquisite."
Yu Daohang shook his head helplessly and asked curiously, "By the way, won't wearing a suit during a fight pull your groin? Won't the seams burst?"
It was clear that Yu Daohang's question hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's sore spot.
Zhang Xiaoqiang snorted, "This is what I, Qiang Ye, want, so what?"
He had to admit that during every fight, if his movements were too large, his groin would get pulled.
But for the sake of his beloved suit, this little pain was nothing.
Yu Daohang clicked his tongue and teased, "You look so lewd. How did Su Qing fall for you?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang, with a lewd expression, curled his lips and retorted, "Shut up, you eternally single dog, you pretty boy."
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohang rolled up his sleeves and prepared to make a move: "Oh ho, are you itching for a fight, kid?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly raised his hand to stop him: "Master Yu, I was just kidding. Why are you getting so worked up?"
"I'll f—... Die!" Yu Daohang said and lunged at Zhang Xiaoqiang.