Xian has been cultivating

Chapter 162 Hong Huang, planted the evidence

"Now that we have successfully taken the first step of the plan, the next step is to rush to the next stop without stopping." The young man muttered to himself. As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed like a ghost and walked to an extremely hidden corner.

After a while, a short, unprepossessing middle-aged man slowly walked out from there. This man was completely different from the young man before.

"Hmm... let me think about it. I don't know what Ling Qingyue is busy with now? And now is obviously not the best time to recognize Lin Fan. Forget it, in this case, the only way for me to do something next is to go to Liu Lei's mansion." Hong Huang muttered to himself, while slightly raising his right hand and gently stroking his chin, as if he was planning a shocking conspiracy in his mind.

After a brief pause, he carefully raised his hands and carefully arranged the servant's clothes that had been prepared long ago.

The texture of this dress looks quite rough, probably because it has been worn out by the years; its originally bright colors have become a little dull due to the baptism of wind and rain, but it is precisely this extremely simple outfit that perfectly fits the humble identity he needs to play at the moment.

Then, as if by magic, Hong Huang pulled out a mask as thin as a cicada's wing from his arms. Although the mask looked flimsy and fragile, its craftsmanship was breathtakingly exquisite. The mask was meticulously carved with various intricate patterns, as if it contained some mysterious power.

He gently placed the mask over his face, and his fingers carefully followed the contours of his cheeks, smoothing out every wrinkle. He then took out a disguise cream from the small bag at his waist, skillfully applied it to the eye sockets, nose bridge, and chin, and gently pressed and shaped it with his index finger and thumb. Soon, the face of a weathered and ordinary old servant appeared.

Then the mask glowed slightly, and in an instant Hong Huang turned into an old servant who seemed to be bent by the burden of life.

Entering the City Lord's Mansion, Hong Huang relied on the detailed layout map he had drawn up after countless secret observations to sneak around in this maze-like building.

The City Lord's Mansion was filled with carved beams and painted buildings, deep courtyards, and winding corridors. Patrolling guards shuttled back and forth from time to time. Whenever he met a patrol, Hong Huang would instantly lower his head, slow down his pace, and stand respectfully aside.

He had a humble smile on his face, which seemed as natural as if it was carved on his face. However, his eyes were quickly scanning the movements around him under his drooping eyelids, not missing any details, and a trace of imperceptible tension flashed across his eyes.

After much difficulty, we arrived at an extremely remote corner of the courtyard. It was overgrown with weeds and seemed like a forgotten corner that was rarely visited by people.

Hong Huang stopped cautiously and looked around again. After confirming that there was no potential threat, he quickly squatted down, his movements agile and light, like a hare foraging for food.

He pulled a small, delicate shovel from his waist, the blade of which gleamed faintly in the shadows. He began to dig carefully, each movement being extremely gentle, for fear of making the slightest sound.

He gently caught the soil that the shovel scooped up with his hands and slowly put it aside, trying his best not to let it scatter and leave any traces.

After digging about half a foot deep, he slowly took out an airtight package wrapped in layers of oilcloth from his arms. He untied the knot of the package, revealing several secret letters and some objects with the unique markings of the Demon Blood Cult.

The paper of the secret letter was slightly yellowed, giving off an old smell. The handwriting on it was written with a special, mysterious ink, as if it was hiding countless unspeakable secrets.

The items of the Demon Blood Cult were some badges with strange shapes and a weird aura. The patterns on the badges were twisted and mysterious. There was also a brocade handkerchief embroidered with the runes of the Demon Blood Cult. The silk threads of the handkerchief flickered faintly in the weak light.

Hong Huang placed these things into the pit one by one, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. Then, he carefully covered it with soil, compacting each shovelful of soil with his hands to ensure the ground was as flat as before.

Next, he moved skillfully and steadily, like a senior gardener with rich experience and a deep understanding of gardening.

He first walked slowly to the side, quickly scanning the surroundings with his sharp eyes, and then accurately selected several stones of moderate size and various shapes, as well as several weeds that looked ordinary but contained hidden secrets.

Relying on his extraordinary keen observation of the natural environment, he began to make careful plans.

The placement of each stone was carefully considered, some lying on the ground, some leaning against the grass; and the weeds were cleverly inserted among them, some as embellishments, and some to cover key parts.

In this way, the burial place that was originally a little abrupt became one with the surrounding environment in the blink of an eye, seamless. Even the most careful person would probably find it difficult to notice that there was anything unusual here.

After completing this series of exquisite operations, Hong Huang slowly straightened up and clapped his hands, seeming to be quite satisfied with his masterpiece. Then, he walked towards the toilet in the City Lord's Mansion with light steps.

After arriving at his destination, he looked around to make sure no one noticed him, then he carefully took out the mysterious storage bag from his arms and took out another eye-catching magic weapon from it - the invisible windbreaker.

This invisible windbreaker was completely black, flickering with a faint light, as if it contained endless magic. Hong Huang gently stroked the fabric of the windbreaker, feeling its unique texture, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Then, without hesitation, he shed the old servant disguise he had previously worn, his movements as skillful as a magic trick. In the blink of an eye, a completely new face appeared before his eyes.

After completing the disguise, Hong Huang quickly put on the invisible windbreaker. In an instant, he seemed to disappear into the air, leaving only a vague figure.

In the end, with the help of the magical power of the invisibility windbreaker, Hong Huang successfully slipped out of the heavily guarded city lord's mansion quietly.

"Although it is not clear whether this approach can achieve the desired effect, fortunately it did not consume too much of my energy. Besides, things are unpredictable. Maybe in half a year, this move can really play an unexpected role!" Hong Huang thought to himself as he quickened his pace and blended into the street.