1207 Looting the House of Treasures (2)
Two stalwart and fearless guards were standing at the door to the storeroom.
Yet just as Qiao Mu was about to move, Mo Lian grabbed her small hand and stood against the wall.
The whole line of big and little kids also stood against the wall without moving as they watched a plump, middle-aged man dressed in a brocade gown walk past them.
The middle-aged man coughed, sensing a chill at the back of his neck, before he turned around to look.
The third floor hallway was empty. With two guards standing at the foot of the stairs, simply no fly could get in!
"Today is our House of Treasures' first auction. Guard well and prohibit miscellaneous people from coming over." After instructing the two guards, he headed to his own resting room.
After waiting for him to leave, Qiao Mu waved the talisman in her hand and stuck it onto herself, making her appear at the other side of the wall with a swish.
With wall-crossing talismans on hand, any looting business was a piece of cake.
Afterwards, when she turned around to look, Mo Lian and the others had already crossed over.
Our dear little Qiao Sen's small face was rosy with excitement. If it weren't for the fact that his sister didn't allow them to speak, then he wished for nothing more than to howl with laughter while clapping his hands.
After smothering his laugh, Duan Yue observed their surroundings.
It must be mentioned that this House of Treasures stored some fine goods.
Boxes of varied sizes were placed on several hundred treasure racks. There were miracle elixirs, cultivation techniques, as well as many mystic weapons.
On the side, our dear little Qiao Sen opened a box and pulled out a small black staff. When he pressed his hands on it, that staff popped open and extended.
It really suited his small stature quite well when he held it.
Confiscated!
Qiao Sen pragmatically stuffed this staff into his own storage talisman and then started to pick and choose from the items on the racks afterwards.
On the other hand, Qiao Lin was flipping through the cultivation and mystic techniques. The useful ones she would stuff inside the storage talisman, the ones that weren't she temporarily tossed them to the side.
In contrast, the little monk was circling around the sacks of food in the corner and industriously collecting them into his storage talisman while chanting Amitabha.
Qiao Mu couldn't resist her impulse to laugh when she watched these three little fellows.
Mo Lian closed in and whispered, "This habit of plundering is evidently inherited."
After making a round through the storeroom, Duan Yue purloined some items before walking over. "I've taken my pick."
"Don't leave what's leftover to waste. Although they are all junk, you should take them home to give out to people." Qiao Mu pointed at those cultivation techniques, mystic weapons, and pills that were still remaining.
She then waved her small hand. Since she disdained this kind of junk, she didn't take anything else other than five million mystic currency.
Duan Yue waved his hand. "The Duan Clan is rich and doesn't need these. You guys should take them."
Tsk, he couldn't be bothered to bring things back for the Duan Clan. Those bunch of idiots in the Duan Clan didn't even deserve to get junk.
Qiao Mu was aware of his conflict with the Duan Clan, so she didn't say anything after giving him a glance. She then tugged Mo Lian's hand and suggested, "You take these things away."
In any case, with so many people in the Hidden Night Pavilion, they wouldn't complain of getting more things.
Mo Lian nodded and took out a new storage talisman, sweeping up the remaining items.
As for himself, he had just picked some slightly rare forging material and nothing else.
Qiao Mu tilted her head, as if having thought of something. She then took out a brocade bag from her inner world and handed it to Mo Lian. "Lian, this is for you. I snatched it from Sikong Fuling."
Mo Lian's hand paused when he reached out to take the brocade bag. His mouth twitched imperceptibly as he asked, "You really know Sikong Fuling?"
