The room was very dark, but with the faint moonlight, the snitch could still clearly see the big words on the note: "The silver is in the box on the far left!"

The snitch looked uncertain.

But he still subconsciously opened the box on the left.

However, there was no silver in the box, only a piece of paper with a few big words on it: "Actually, the silver is in the box on the far right."

"..."

The snitch gritted his teeth.

There are only a few boxes here in total.

He thought for a moment and immediately opened the box in the middle.

There was also only a note in the box: "I didn't expect you to be so stupid!"

"Damn it!"

The snitch was so angry that he was shaking all over.

He simply opened the box on the far right.

However, there was still only a note in the box: "I overestimated your IQ."

The snitch tore up the note.

He glanced at the boxes, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

The snitch understood that Tan Qianyang was probably on guard, so there must be no gold or silver in these conspicuous boxes.

"Look for another place."

"Generally, wealthy people have hidden compartments in their houses. Tan Qianyang must have hidden his money in the hidden compartment."

Snitch is indeed a specialist in his art.

With his professional vision and techniques, he quickly found the secret grid.

The mechanism is at Tan Qianyang's bedside.

With a slight press, a hidden grid appeared on the bedside.

"Sure enough, there is a secret grid."

The snitch was delighted.

However, he didn't wait long for his happiness, his smile suddenly froze.

Because, there is also a note quietly placed in the hidden compartment.

There are also several large characters on the note, which are very eye-catching.

"I thought you'd be smarter!"

"ah!"

The snitch couldn't help but growl.

What a shame!

Until now, the snitch still doesn't know what happened?

He was fooled!

Got fooled by Tan Qianyang!

The snitch was furious. He had never been teased like this before.

However, when the snitch turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, motionless, and stopped.

Right behind him.

Tan Qianyang also remained motionless. The two looked at each other, big eyes facing small eyes. For a moment, even the air seemed to freeze.

"How long have you been in here?"

The snitch asked.

"Not long after, I came in while you were still looking for the secret compartment."

Tan Qianyang also replied.

"So, you returned on purpose?"

Tan Qianyang said nothing.

The snitch's tone gradually became lower: "How did you know I would come?"

"Is this all your plan?"

Tan Qianyang still didn't speak.

After a long time, the snitch took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "What a good method, what a scheming idea. I thought you would not come back again after killing me once."

"I didn't expect that you actually predicted my prediction! This kind of scheming, this kind of method..."

The snitch no longer knew what to say.

The news he had heard before.

Tan Qianyang is just a second-generation dandy, not worth mentioning.

But, what now?

He found that he was wrong.

In other words, everyone is wrong.

Tan Qianyang is hiding too deeply!

This kind of plan, this kind of control over people's hearts, and this kind of method, where is the second generation ancestor?

He is clearly an old and cunning evildoer!

Tan Qianyang originally wanted to say something.

But after hearing what the snitch said, he decisively shut up.

Can he say that he just put a random note in the box or secret compartment?

No matter who comes, no matter when they come, they can see those notes.

Also, when he returned for the first time before, he really wanted to make a comeback.

But this return was really just an accident.

But he couldn't say it and let the snitch make up his mind.

Tan Qianyang stood so quietly, silence was better than sound at this time!

However, from the corner of Tan Qianyang's eyes, he turned to the corner seven or eight steps away from him from time to time.

There's his knife there!

Tan Qianyang knew very well that his boxing and kicking skills were not very good. Even though he had strong energy and blood now, how could he fight without a sword?

Therefore, Tan Qianyang simply did not rush to take action and silently waited for the opportunity.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

After three breaths, Tan Qianyang was still standing steadily.

The snitch's voice had a hint of trembling: "Did you smell a faint fragrance?"

"Fragrance? It seems to be there."

"Then do you feel dizzy and want to lie down and sleep?"

"Dizziness? I'm a little dizzy, even nauseous, but as soon as my energy and blood circulate more, I won't feel anything at all."

Tan Qianyang was a little suspicious.

He did feel a little uncomfortable just now, and thought it was because he ate too much at lunch and felt nauseous.

How come the Snitch knew so clearly?

Could it be that this wasn't because he was nauseated after eating too much, but it was just a thief's trick?

For example, poison!

"You can't feel anything when your qi and blood are running?"

"How is that possible? My unique intoxicating incense is said to be dead within three breaths!"

"Unless you are the kind of warrior who has practiced martial arts for decades and whose qi and blood are unimaginably strong, you may be able to block it with just your qi and blood. You are a teenager..."

Before the snitch finished speaking, he suddenly felt a wave of heat hitting his face, as if there was a stove in front of him.

After that, the snitch could no longer speak.

What did he see?
To be continued...