Magical Strategist

Judging from the decoration, it is undoubtedly a wealthy family, but whose house is it?

"I'm sure this is the Jishou Gang's den." Zhenlong guessed.

Teresa nodded and said, "I think so too, but why is there no one here?"

"Who knows?" Zhenlong fiddled with the antiques on the shelf beside him. There were jade carvings, ancient porcelain bowls, and precious calligraphy and paintings, each of which was priceless. He thought to himself, this gang of bandits has the leisure to collect cultural relics. However, while admiring the cultural relics, he was thinking about another thing.

"Brother Long, come and see, there are so many bloodstains!" Careful Teresa found a large amount of blood on the red carpet and said in surprise.

Zhenlong was not surprised, but replied calmly: "In fact, I saw it a long time ago. Didn't Sister Sha smell the bloody smell in the cave?"

Teresa sniffed the air and smelled only the usual smell of paint and leather, nothing unusual. "No, you've practiced blood elf magic (blood curse), so your sense of smell is more sensitive than that of ordinary people." Teresa continued to look for bloodstains on the ground. "Here, and here too! What happened? Why is there so much blood?"

"The Chicken Head Gang was most likely massacred." Zhenlong shrugged.

"Ah? How do you know?" Teresa asked in surprise. She couldn't understand why someone could come to such a conclusion based on just a few bloodstains on the ground.

"I'll tell you later. I'm looking for something." Zhenlong said vaguely.

"What are you looking for?"

"Corpse!" Zhenlong said as he looked around for any hidden traps or secret passages.

Theresa felt that she couldn't keep up with the dragon's thinking. In her opinion, the ground was just some ordinary bloodstains. She didn't think of "bloodbath" and "corpses". She looked at the dragon quietly, concentrating on searching, sometimes knocking on the wall, sometimes leaning down to observe the ground...

A few minutes later, Zhenlong suddenly shouted, "Haha, it's here! I told you there must be a secret room here!" Then he walked to the shelf and turned an old teacup on it.

Boom, boom...

The entire cave began to vibrate and make violent noises.

After a while, the shelf magically moved and a secret room suddenly appeared.

"Let's go in and take a look." Zhenlong entered the secret room first.

Teresa followed closely behind.

Entering the secret room, there was no light, only pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

As the cold wind blew out from the depths of the secret room, a stronger smell of blood wafted into the air.

"Sister Sha...Sister Sha...Sister Sha..." As soon as Zhenlong made a sound, the echo came again and again.

Teresa understood what the real dragon meant and fired a flare at the ground. In an instant, the entire secret room lit up.

What we see before us is a completely different scene: a huge stalactite cave. This is not just a cave, but a warehouse.

A warehouse for storing money!

What you are standing on is not the ground, but a floor covered with gold coins! No one can estimate how many gold coins there are. There is only a glittering golden light in front of you, like a golden lake with layers of golden waves.

It was no surprise that the notorious Chicken Head Gang had so much money. Zhen Long stepped on the thick gold coins and walked deeper into the cave. What he wanted to find was not the gold coins, but the corpse.

After walking several hundred meters, we almost reached the end of the cave. At this time, the stench of rotten meat hit our noses.

What came into view was no longer gold coins, but dozens of headless corpses, lying face up, quietly! The corpses were neatly lined up in a row, which must have been arranged by someone.

"Judging from the killing method, it should be done by a dark person, and a master of the Tianzi Group." Zhenlong added, "Only a dark person would cut off the enemy's head and bring it back to seek credit and reward."

"Another secret agent!" "How do you know that the Chicken Head Gang has been wiped out, and how do you know there is a secret room here, and that there will be corpses in this place?" Teresa asked curiously.

Zhenlong was not in a hurry to answer, but first counted the number of corpses, no more, no less than thirty, and finally began to say: "In fact, it is not difficult to think of it. I just found many traces of fighting outside the waterfall. Maybe Sister Sha didn't notice it when she was admiring the flowers. At that time, I concluded that the two groups had a fierce battle. From the traces, both sides suffered heavy casualties. In the end, the other group, the dark people, had to rely on poisonous hidden weapons to win, causing some flowers and plants to be corroded by the poison and turned black." After a pause, he continued: "After entering the cave, there were no signs of fighting around, indicating that the place of the battle was outside. Sister Sha, you see, the bloodstains are in the shape of long strips, as if the bodies were dragged in." As he said, Zhenlong looked at the cave carefully again, and then said: "I have been looking for the bodies just now, but I didn't find them. Then there is only one possibility, that is, there is a dark room! That's why I looked everywhere for the mechanism to enter the dark room."

"Your brain is really admirable." Teresa gave a thumbs up. "Then what should we do with these bodies? Why not find a place to bury them and let them rest in peace?"

"No need, someone will naturally take care of the body." Zhenlong said confidently.

"Who else?"

"That's not important. I just want to get my things back." Zhenlong replied.

"But where can I find your things?" Theresa looked around. The ground was full of treasures. Finding the Love Moon Umbrella was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"It should be nearby. I have to give it a try." After saying that, Zhenlong picked up a sharp piece of metal from the ground and cut his wrist with it. Soon, bright red blood flowed out.

"Didn't you agree not to hurt yourself anymore?" Teresa asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry, how can I break my promise? Because I have made a blood contract with the Moon (Love Moon Umbrella). My blood can resonate with it within a hundred meters. This is the only way to find it."

Tick, tick, blood dripped from the wrist onto the ground.

"Does it really work?" Teresa felt distressed.

At this moment, a faint red light shot out from the pile of gold coins ten steps away from the real dragon, as if some magical power was trying to break free from the thick pile of gold coins.

"There it is!" Zhen Long was filled with joy, and strode over, pushing aside the gold coins. The magic bag that was taken away by Abian was buried here. He opened the magic bag and checked it carefully. Everything was intact inside. Zhen Long held the Love Moon Umbrella in his palm with great excitement, as if a long-lost lover had returned to his side again.

"Is this your weapon? It looks no different from an ordinary umbrella." Teresa was very interested in this seemingly ordinary umbrella.