Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

Chapter 200 Little Hobby

As dusk crept into the study along the cracks in the blue bricks, Er Yuehong's wrist was hanging above the copper mortar, and the place where the Canaan incense beads were originally placed was empty.

The mutton-fat jade pestle rolled over the saffron stamens, leaving layers of golden and red ripples on the rosewood table.

The beams of light that filtered in through the carved window frames were filled with floating drug dust, staining his moon-white gown into a mottled amber color.

Er Yuehong held a medicine jar in his hand and put it aside.

"Second Master, what Chen Pi and the young master did was not appropriate."

Uncle Fu's body was hunched, his hands like dry branches clutching a notebook, his knuckles turning blue and white from the force. He swallowed the fishy smell with his Adam's apple rolling, and reported to Er Yuehong.

"What happened?"

"The refugees that the Buddha had resettled seem to be carrying...the plague."

Eryehong put down his bowl and asked: "Plague?"

"Yes."

"It is said that all the people that Chen Dai took to work...are dead. They were all found in their own yards. The only people they had contact with were the group of refugees."

"The disease broke out at 11:00 p.m., and the disease festered at 12:00 p.m." Uncle Fu shook out a yellow-stained piece of paper from his notebook, the ink smudged by cold sweat, "The night watchman saw the man collapsed beside the well in his yard, his skin and flesh dripping down like wax... and... he didn't look strong anyway."

Er Yuehong frowned: "No one survived?"

"...........No."

"Strangely, the refugees are still alive, but most of them are mentally ill."

Er Yuehong listened while fiddling on the table for a while, then suddenly opened the north window, and the evening wind blew the papers onto the desk.

"Go and give this to Master Buddha. Remember, deliver it in person."

"Okay... There is one more thing, Second Master. It seems that the young master brought a child out from the refugees. Somehow, the child found his way to your house... What do you think?"

This is not the first time that the young master has brought a child back home, but it would be a different story if the child was infected with the plague.

He could be the beginning of a disaster.

"Stop him and put him in another courtyard first. I'll go and see what's going on."

Since he is someone who is needed every year, he will definitely be unhappy if you deal with him easily.

Er Yuehong had always respected his hobby of picking up people, but this was a little different.

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At this moment, under the west wall, a thin black shadow was moving close to the dye vat.

The boy's tattered trouser legs swept across the moss, leaving winding water marks on the moon gate.

His already thin body was even more invisible as he lay on the ground.

He was originally arranged by Xiaodong to live in a house. While the person who settled them was not paying attention, he followed Xiaodong all the way to the Hong Mansion. Then he was stopped by the gatekeeper and reported to Uncle Fu.

The child lay on the ground, with his ears touching the cold tiles, and slowly crawled into the room with the door open.

As the glass lamp filled the room with warm light, Jinnian was walking barefoot on the carpet with lotus pattern, counting the beads scattered on the table one by one.

"Why is there still one missing?" he muttered to himself, unable to understand. He had picked up all of them, but there was still one missing.

He was thinking of picking them up and stringing them together for his brother.

Jinnian turned his back to the door and finally managed to get some fresh air while they were away.

He heard a rustling sound and slowly turned around.