As the light of the magic weapon became brighter and brighter, the hatred in Wen Changming's eyes decreased little by little. When the magic weapon was about to be successfully activated, he suddenly stopped the spell, and the magic weapon flashed and returned to silence. He stared at the magic weapon, his face changed repeatedly:

"If the ancestor learned that I was the only one who escaped in the end, he would definitely vent his brother's death on me. I have to think about it carefully and think about it carefully!"

Wen Changming frowned and pondered for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, just do it like this, grab the treasure back. For the sake of the treasure, the ancestor will definitely not blame me again."

Wen Changming took the magic weapon back into the storage bag, paced back and forth in the trading room for a long time, then took out a message talisman, murmured a few words in his mouth, and the talisman turned into a ball of light and disappeared outside the market.

The talisman ended up staying at the cemetery.

The crow at the entrance of the grave was holding a talisman and screaming, flying towards the end of the dense white bones. After two quarters of an hour, it stopped in front of a grave.

A monument was erected on the tomb.

But there is no inscription inscribed.

After the crow landed, it changed into a boy in black. The boy respectfully presented the talisman with both hands and bowed his head toward the empty grave:

"Master, the people from the Wen family have written a letter."

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After sending out the transmission talisman, Wen Changming put on an invisible cloak and flew directly to the treasure ship of Lanyi Palace floating in the air. When he arrived in front of the treasure ship, he took out a waist sign and his lips moved several times. Then, a stream of light flashed by the ban light cover of the treasure ship. After a while, a guard opened the formation. Wen Changming's body flashed and slipped in. Only after the formation was closed, his figure was revealed.

"I have a hard time, I have an urgent matter to ask Manager Wen!"

Wen Changming stuffed a wooden box to the guards.

The serious guard suddenly had a smile in his eyes. He said politely to Wen Changming: "There are many people who want to see us in charge, and there have been several waiting inside. I guess you have to set the sun before it will be your turn."

After the sun sets.

The underground trading venue will be opened.

By then, the people of Lanyisi would maintain order, and Manager Wen would also preside over the last auction, so how could they have time to meet themselves?

Wen Changming touched a wooden box from the storage bag and stuffed it to the guards in pain: "Fellow Taoist, I really have something urgent to ask Manager Wen for help. Please come in and spread it."

There was no ban on the wooden box. The guard glanced at it and saw that there was an eight hundred-year-old fire spirit grass inside. His breathing suddenly became heavy. He struggled in his eyes, and finally stuffed the wooden box into his storage bag and said hurriedly to Wen Changming: "Wait!"

The guard bent down and got into the cabin. It took a while before he came out of it. It was obviously a bit tricky, and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Wen Changming rushed forward: "Fellow Daoist, what's going on? Can I arrange for me to meet Manager Wen immediately?"

The guard nodded slightly: "We are still meeting guests. When this guest comes out, you will immediately follow me in."

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Inside the cabin.

Fu Shiyi, who was sitting cross-legged in the waiting room, suddenly stood up: "This guard told me half a quarter of an hour ago that he could meet Wen Zhuan Wen after half a cup of tea. Why did it suddenly extend to half an hour later?..."

"Oops!"

A bad idea flashed through Fu Shiyi's mind.
Chapter completed!