After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

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

The high fever made it difficult for him to concentrate. He could only grit his teeth and try to focus on the conversation between the two.

The dwarf didn't know how long he had been there before he rushed back in the rain.

Fang Xing had already passed out completely.

The high fever persisted, and he didn't eat much, so he couldn't hold on.

Shen Zhuoying stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and used supernatural powers to control the flow of water to bring the medicine into the esophagus.

The next morning.

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

Seeing that his condition was improving, Shen Zhuoying threw him back to let the thin and short people look after him.

"The ○○, the ○○, if he hadn't wanted to run away, how could Fat Biao die." Shorty Jin was not convinced.

Shen Zhuoying took out the wound medicine and sprayed Fang Xing's face a few times, then went out with shorty Jin in one hand.

mountain hut.

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

afternoon.

"Of course it's none of my business. If your companion hadn't died because of me, would that gentle scum have raised your price?" Fang Xing continued to dance in Shorty Jin's minefield.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he left the room.

Dwarf Jin is not tall, but he is stronger when he works.

"I hope the rain won't fall too fast." Fang Xing was worried.

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

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

He approached the camping light inside the house, took out tools, and while the short man was not sleeping with the thin man, he completely disconnected the circuit.

He just sat on the ground, in a daze as if he was thinking about something.

An old Baba's silver-gray [-] drove into the village and stopped on the road up the mountain.

Fortunately, it's not a waste of money.

Not bad, it's getting dark and it's going to rain, and you're lucky, are you always ready to go treasure hunting?

Fang Xing found the room of Shen Zhuoying and Zhong Wanwan based on his impressions, carefully picked the lock, pushed the door open and entered.

In an emergency, he had to eat whatever he could eat or not, so he gritted his teeth and stuffed the jerky into his mouth.

"Enough, wait until you get the money and then settle the score with him." The long stick advised him.

He guessed that Shorty Kim would have some lockpicking gadget in his pocket, and he was right.

Just when he was about to make the fourth cut, he felt a pain in his wrist and was tightly held.

The other party seemed to be identifying the way down the mountain, his face was throbbing, and there was obvious pain in his chest and ribs.

When he was in middle school, he studied escape magic and learned a little about how to pick old-fashioned locks. Now he finally has the opportunity to practice in this broken place.

foot of the mountain.

This is also the reason why Shen Zhuoying would let him go.

Shorty Jin rolled his eyes inwardly.

"For the sake of money!" Shorty Jin gritted his teeth.

This day, it is obviously going to rain.

He still has a low-grade fever and has no strength in his body. Even if Shorty Jin has no advantage in height, one person can easily subdue him.

Because the lamp was broken, the long stick went out to change a new one, Fang Xing took this opportunity to slow down.

He needs to get a little closer before he can use the ability to search to determine the location.

He covered his face, "You should just do morning exercises with Dad."

Silent night.

Most likely to warn this temporary recruit.

"Did my words fall on deaf ears?"

Seeing that the lamp was about to fall, he quickly caught it, leaned against the door with his body, and locked the light source inside the house.

Fang Xing stood up and moved his body.

He touched the lockpicking tool in his pocket, and lay down in the corner with his eyes closed.

A sick and weak man who almost passed the physical examination felt that his heart had been pricked.

The urbanization process of this village is not high, and even the concrete road is not in a section, and it is a bit of a torture for passengers to drive in.

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

Ling Yimo looked at the dark sky.

"I said it before, people can't run, and they can't die." Shen Zhuoying warned.

His tone was a bit mean, which made the dwarf feel angry.

The dwarf's heart froze.

Fang Xingquan pretended not to hear.

He was always blamed for being in poor health since he was a child.

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

He was originally a gangster in the village, coupled with shortness of breath, he uttered obscenities in strings.

Shorty Jin was sleeping soundly on the chair outside, snoring like thunder.

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

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

After picking the lock, Fang Xing slipped outside.

He sat on the ground and panted for a while, and began to search for the things carried by the long stick, but only found two pieces of strange-looking jerky, which didn't look edible.

"Brother, I was almost knocked to death by you in the car just now."

It was very dark tonight, and the shadows of trees outside blocked out the sky, making it almost impossible to see the road.

He snapped back, "Whether I can get the money or not is none of your business?"

"You ○○○ raised ○○○!"

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

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

"You don't really think you can get the money he promised, do you? We rich people have a lot of tricks. Maybe you won't get any money and go to jail?"

After a night of searching, Lu Nanxi finally had a faint feeling.

He is not crooked, and he is not interested in this kind of little boy.

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

"I think this place has good Fengshui." Lu Nanxi played with her hair, "It's rich."

He followed the familiar path and walked down the mountain.

Through these few days of observation, he also found out the occupations of the trio. Shorty Jin was a hardware store clerk who worked as a lockpicker part-time. Later, he was fired because his hands and feet were not clean.

Downhill village.

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

Because of being tossed around for most of the day last night, Long Stick went to sleep exhausted, leaving the dwarf Jin as the caretaker.

According to his impression, the person he was looking for should be near this village, but he didn't know where the Guanren's hut was.

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

It seemed that he was looking in the right direction.

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

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

The two walked up the mountain.

Fang Xing followed the road to the middle of the mountain, exited the forest, and walked down the mountain.