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Chapter 147 Backyard
"Help?"

Yang Liang grabbed hard, trying to grab the woman's wrist, but suddenly his body fell, and he fell to the bed with a bang.

Only then did he suddenly wake up.

There was no one in the room, the wick of the oil lamp was still burning, the window was open a crack, letting in the cold wind.

"It's a dream."

Yang Liang stood up from the ground, rubbed his sore forehead, straightened his messy clothes, and walked over to close the window tightly.

But why is everything so real?
When closing the window, Yang Liang glanced toward the backyard.

There is no moon tonight, but the sky is full of stars. The night wind blows by, which seems to be the whimpering of a woman.

"It seems that I really want to go to the backyard to take a look."

Yang Liang sat back on the bed, but he seemed to have lost his soul and was not sleepy at all.

He was thinking about his next move. After all, he was an experienced thief, and he was used to jumping over houses and ridges, flying over walls and walls.

This house can only be entered by two or three people, and there are no guards. The only problem seems to be the big black dog.

As long as you deal with the big black dog, entering the backyard will be like entering your own kitchen.

Yang Liang opened the professional store and exchanged for a bottle of poison.Fortunately, he still has a hidden identity as a fugitive, and the system store provides many necessary props for home travel.

Otherwise, scholars would not do this.

It was almost dawn now, so I could only wait until tomorrow night. Then, I would know what secrets this house held.

The next morning, it was sunny and sunny, a rare good weather.

Yang Liang and Lu Yuanyuan stood in the yard. Yang Liang took a stance, holding a piece of wooden stick in his hand, using the wood as a sword, and started making sword moves in the yard.

Lu Yuanyuan watched with rapt attention. She saw that Yang Liang was handsome and elegant. When she saw the wonderful things, she couldn't help clapping her hands and cheering.

"Ok."

Yang Liang sheathed his sword and stood up. After making a decision in his heart, Yang Liang swept away the gloom in his heart and became energetic again.

"Sir, how good is your Kung Fu?" Lu Yuanyuan was not good at writing, but good at practicing martial arts. She was staring at Yang Liang with admiration.

"How tall?"

Yang Liang rolled his eyes and said, "Have you ever heard that warriors are divided into four realms?"

"Oh?"

"The first realm is called body refining. The second realm is called nourishing qi. The third realm is called transforming energy. The most amazing thing is the fourth realm, called Tongxuan. You don't need a sword or a sword, just blow a breath from the air. , can kill people."

"Wow!"

Lu Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with stars when she heard this, and she said, "Sir, what state are you in?"

"As for me..."

Yang Liang was talking casually to Lu Yuanyuan. Lu Xiuyuan walked in from the outside. He waved his hand and said, "Nanny, stop pestering sir, it's time for us to eat."

They had rice for breakfast. Yang's conscience moved and he kept a few rice balls and secretly hid them in his sleeves, waiting to be used as medicine for the dog in the evening.

After the meal, Lu Xiuyuan asked the hunchbacked old man to bring a pot of strong tea. He clapped his hands and took out a baggage from the back hall.

"Young Master Li and I hit it off immediately, and we got along very well with each other. Here are some scattered silver coins and a few changes of clothes. I hope Young Master Li won't dislike them."

Yang Liang was surprised. The other party had issued an eviction order and wanted to send him away.

However, I clearly don’t want to leave yet.

But as a scholar, Yang Liang couldn't stay here shamelessly.

Lu Yuanyuan was somewhat reluctant to leave and wanted to practice martial arts with Yang Liang.

"Nanny, don't be ignorant, Mr. Li wants to do big things."

In desperation, Yang Liang had no choice but to pack up his bags and hit the road again. After walking two or three miles, he turned around and saw that Lu Xiuyuan was still standing at the door, waving to him.

Yang Liang felt as if he had drank a bowl of miso soup. He couldn't tell what it tasted like.

At the door of the house, Lu Yuanyuan held her father's hand, turned around and said, "Dad, have you ever heard of the Four Realms of Warriors?" "Oh?" Lu Xiuyuan's curiosity aroused: "What are the Four Realms of Warriors? Dad has never heard of it. heard about it?"

"Let me tell you, the first level is..."

Lu Yuanyuan clasped her fingers and the family walked back to the house.

Night comes to the earth again, and winter nights are always early and long.

A house stands in the wilderness, with white walls and gray tiles. It is surrounded by gray and it seems that it may disappear at any time.

Not long after, a figure appeared around the house, looking around in a furtive manner.

This is no one else, but Yang Liang who has returned after leaving.

You said curiosity killed the cat, Yang Liang thought, if he didn't go to the backyard to take a look, he might not be able to sleep well for the rest of his life.

So he left and returned, now dressed in a different style, with a black cloth hanging over his face, hiding himself in the darkness.

He left quietly, and now he is back quietly.

Standing under the white wall again, Yang Liang jumped up as soon as he stepped on it.

He had checked before and found that the wall was covered with a thin layer of tiles, which would make a sound when stepped on.

Yang Liang didn't know why it was necessary to guard against thieves in this deserted mountain. Could there be thieves coming to steal you?

Is there any trust left between people?

Yang Liang is already an old thief and has his own experience with this anti-theft device.

He performed a fish-tail step, as if swimming in mid-air, passing over the wall tiles without making any sound.

He came to the backyard, first took out a rice ball from his arms, then took out the drug, sprinkled the drug evenly on the rice ball, and threw it towards the doghouse.

The black dog crawled out and only ate two bites before being knocked down by the rice ball.

Yang Liang then fell down from the wall and breathed a sigh of relief in the cold night.

Now I finally came to the backyard. No matter what secrets there were in the backyard, I had to reveal them before my eyes.

Thinking of this, Yang Liang couldn't help but feel nervous.

In addition to the tension, there is also excitement.

To some extent, being a thief seems to suit me better.

He looked around and found that the backyard was ordinary, just a courtyard with a row of side rooms to the east and the main house behind it.

Yang Liang listened carefully, but did not hear any cries from the female ghost.

Perhaps, there is no female ghost at all, this is just an empty yard, and everything is just overthinking.

There was an iron lock hanging on the main house. Yang Liang felt that whatever secrets there were, they were probably hidden behind this lock.

He took out a hairpin from his body and fiddled with it twice in the lock core. He heard a snap and the iron lock popped open.

Yang Liang caught the iron lock and looked around, but there was no movement around him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the iron lock, and then gently pushed the door open.

Then he glanced inside.

In the black room, there were pairs of eyes looking at Yang Liang.

Yang Liang was startled and almost fainted on the spot.

After a while, he calmed down. The owners of these eyes were not living people, but paper people and horses.

They pressed against Yang Liang, their cheeks smeared with red, and stood neatly in the room.

Yang Liang frowned, feeling an eerie atmosphere around him.

There was nothing else in the room, no furniture at all, it was just filled with paper figures, horses, candles, yellow paper and other objects.

"Is this a funeral?"

(End of this chapter)