Tomb robber: I am the tenth of the nine gates

Chu Ning obediently asked for Zhang Qishan's consent, "Then shall we separate now?"

Zhang Qishan and Qi Tiezui exchanged glances, "Follow me."

"okay!"

Chu Ning followed Zhang Qishan like a little tail. Qi Tiezui faced in the opposite direction and said, "Buddha ignore it~"

Although the listening slaves scattered around the Crescent Hotel heard what Qi Tiezui said, they just glanced at Qi Tiezui and ignored him.

Qi Tiezui snickered and carefully wandered around the lobby on the first floor, observing who the guests were.

Zhang Qishan, on the other hand, took Chu Ning to look around slowly, and Chu Ning held Zhang Qishan.

"Brother." Chu Ning pointed with a very small movement to the two people holding sticks at the second floor stairway on the far right.

These are the stick slaves of the Crescent Hotel. The sticks they hold are not ordinary wooden sticks. There is a secret hidden in the handle of the wooden stick, in case of emergency or someone making trouble.

The stick slave will turn the handle of the stick, activate the mechanism, and the stick body will spin out a needle with spikes. The top of the needle tip will quench the poison. When hit, a piece of skin will come off.

Zhang Qishan also noticed that not only at the stairs, but also in the private rooms on the second floor, there were one or two stick slaves patrolling every place.

After walking around the hall, the three of them met.

After sitting down, Qi Tiezui put the fruit juice in Chu Ning's hand. Chu Ning drank the juice and listened to the conversation between Zhang Qishan and Qi Tiezui in Changsha dialect.

"Lord Buddha, what do you say?"

“This lobby and these three floors are all connected, and there are guards on each floor holding long sticks.

And they patrol very frequently. "

Qi Tiezui raised his head and observed, and then said seriously to Zhang Qishan.

"But they look like they are no match for you, right?"

Chu Ning finished drinking the juice and replenished it. Chu Ning's Changchen dialect was not very standard, but Zhang Qishan and Qi Tiezui could understand it.

"Lord Buddha, Lord Eight, the sticks held by those guards seem to have mechanisms. It hurts to hit people~"

Zhang Qishan was helpless, thinking that this kid's focus is on hurting people when he hits them?

So Zhang Qishan asked Qi Tiezui to take a closer look, "Look at the stick in the hand of the guard on the second floor. The stick is covered with poisonous needles. Once struck, you will definitely die."

Qi Tiezui gave Chu Ning a thumbs up and exclaimed "Wow~", which was a compliment to Chu Ning for his meticulous observation.

Chu Ning raised her head and smiled, happily accepting Qi Tiezui's praise. It can be said that the child has been raised to be more and more relaxed and confident.

Qi Tiezui then said seriously, "I checked all the exits here, and there are people guarding them. There is no way for us to go up.

so……"

The three of them looked at each other with affirmation in their eyes.

"The Treasure Pavilion is most likely up there."

Zhang Qishan came to a conclusion and Qi Tiezui nodded.

"It seems that they are particularly confident in their own guard protection."

Zhang Qishan frowned, "What I'm most afraid of is that Tingnu and Gunnu will unite. They will capture us before we take action."

Qi Tiezui sighed, "No matter how powerful that stick slave is, he can only rely on the slave's command, so it's better to pass it off.

Especially those slaves, tsk, ah yeah~ It’s not easy to get to the top floor~

Unless, those listening slaves are made deaf. "

Zhang Qishan stared at the stage and had an idea...

"Lord Buddha, what if we use external force to disrupt the slave's hearing?"

Chu Ning nodded her ears and looked in the same direction as Zhang Qishan with a smile in her eyes.

Zhang Qishan picked up a crab apple on the table and put it into his mouth, "There is no airtight wall in this world."

Qi Tiezui saw that the big and small movements were synchronized, and everyone stared at the stage, so he also started to appreciate the excerpts of the play.

When Qi Tiezui returned to the room, he saw Chu Ning rummaging around in the room looking for something, so he asked Zhang Qishan who was sitting on the sofa with doubts.

"What is he looking for?"

"Where's the stuff?"

Zhang Qishan smiled mysteriously, and instead of explaining to Qi Tiezui, he reached out and asked Qi Tiezui for something.

"Oh, Buddha, this is the teahouse performance list you want."

Qi Tiezui no longer stared at Chu Ning's busy figure, but handed the drama in his hand to Zhang Qishan.

"In order to have some fun for the guests at the auction, the Crescent Hotel arranged for Peiping's most famous singing troupe to sing for three days."

Zhang Qishan glanced at the opera catalog, handed it to Qi Tiezui and asked, "Are you familiar with all these songs?"

Qi Tiezui was startled, took the playbook with a smile, and put it on the table.

"Oh, Lord Buddha, I usually just join in the fun, not even a fancier.

But when it comes to singing, it has to be the second master!

Hey, that Muke village, those guns and flowers, the lower waist..."

"found it!"

Qi Tie was talking and making movements. He was bending down when he was shouted by Chu Ning.

He heard a "crack" sound from his waist, and for a moment he maintained a motion of trying not to fall down, and froze motionless.

Chu Ning walked over with something that looked like fluffy animal skin, and saw Qi Tiezui's strange shape.

"Eighth Master? At your age, why don't you imitate others?

The disciples taught by Erye all started practicing boy kung fu. If you are not good at this, you are already past your age. "

Qi Tie's face almost turned red. He panted for a long time before suppressing the breath in his chest and roared loudly.

"You bastard! Did you, eighth master, do I train my lower back?! Didn't you see that I had reached my waist and couldn't move!"

Why don't you come over and give me a hand! "

Chu Ning hurriedly walked over, threw the things in her hands into Zhang Qishan's arms, rubbed Qi Tiezui's waist, and slowly helped Qi Tiezui to sit on the sofa.

Zhang Qishan was sitting on the sofa watching some fun, but two pieces of fur covered his head and face. This bastard really needed to be beaten.

"Ouch~ Ouch, I'm so old~"

Hearing Qi Tiezui's unstoppable wailing over there, his forehead twitched twice and he decided not to argue with these two living treasures.

"Ba Ye~Okay Ba Ye, I was wrong~Forgive me~"

Chu Ning blinked and looked at Qi Tiezui pitifully. Qi Tiezui couldn't go on anymore and coughed twice.

This child didn't mean to look like this, and he didn't care about it!

"Hmph, I won't do it next time!"

"Okay, Master Ba!"

Chu Ning thoughtfully continued to rub the twisted area for Qi Tiezui. Qi Tiezui saw Zhang Qishan staring at him more and more seriously, and immediately continued to report.

"Ahem, Lord Buddha, I've already asked about it. On this last day, according to the rules of the big families in Peiping, the audience below can order the show.

The Crescent Hotel's gameplay is even bigger. A show is a show, and you have to follow the rules - the one with the highest price gets it!

Damn, it can be considered as a way to warm up the auction. "

Qi Tiezui sighed with emotion about how rich people play. Then he looked at the fur in Zhang Qishan's hand and turned to ask Chu Ning.

“You were rummaging through the cabinets there, and this is what you were looking for?

What is this for? "

Chu Ning looked at Zhang Qishan, and the two of them smiled in unison, and Qi Tiezui became anxious.

"What are you talking about? Buddha, you asked me to check these. What is the connection between the two?"

Zhang Qishan smiled and threw the fur into Qi Tiezui's arms, "Old man, I really need you for this matter."

Qi Tiezui leaned against Chu Ning and said, "Young master, it's better for you to talk to me."

"Ba Ye, what Fo Ye means is that we use this play to blend with the footsteps," Chu Ning said, pointing to the fur in Qi Tiezui's hand.

"Ba Ye needs to cut out the shape according to the outline of the sole."

Qi Tiezui slapped his forehead and understood instantly, and became even more excited.

"Hey?! You two, I'm still worrying here. You guys have already thought of a solution, so I'm still worried."

"I won't tell you. With your intelligence, you must be able to figure it out."

Zhang Qishan held Qi Tiezui in his arms while Chu Ning nodded his head obediently.

Qi Tiezui was stunned. He couldn't think of it. Isn't this bullying an honest person?

"What I'm worried about now is whether the Peking opera troupe can sing this "Muke Village" well..."

"Isn't it said that they are the best troupe in Peiping? Don't worry, Lord Fo."

Chu Ning said seriously. Seeing Chu Ning's serious expression, Zhang Qishan dispelled the worries in his heart.

Qi Tiezui resignedly found the scissors and traced the size of Zhang Qishan's soles to cut the soft soles.