Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

The sweeper of Vanu Mansion opened his mouth in shock: "You, you, you are Master Vanuqing? You are not..."

Vanuqing's eyes were calm and dull, he ignored the servant and continued to walk forward.

The servant's brain was confused, and he didn't understand why Vanuqing came back from the dead?

He looked at the little dwarf next to Vanuqing and asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

The short young man showed a sunny smile and chuckled at the servant: "You haven't seen me."

This sunny young man is none other than Sikong Boxue.

"Uh...oh."

The servant was stunned for a while, then suddenly patted his head and shouted: "Master Vanuqing is back, Master Vanuqing is not dead! I want to tell the head of the family the news quickly!"

The servant ran out excitedly.

Vanuqing and Sikong Boxue soon arrived outside the treasure house. The two guards here were also surprised when they saw Vanuqing.

"Master Vanuqing? You, how do you..."

Vanuqing said calmly: "Open the door, I want to go in."

"This..." The two guards looked at each other and opened the door to the treasure house, "Yes, Master."

The treasure house door opened, and Vanuqing walked in quickly.

Sikong Boxue also wanted to go in, but was stopped by two guards: "Without the owner's handwriting, no one can enter!"

Vanuqing said calmly: "He is my friend, let him come in."

The guard's eyes were firm: "No, no one can enter without the owner's handwriting!"

Sikong Boxue stopped Vanuqing who wanted to continue speaking, and chuckled: "You haven't seen me."

A look of confusion flashed in the eyes of the two guards.

They are much more powerful than the servants, and it will take some time for Sikong Boxue to hypnotize them.

But obviously, he didn't have that much time to wait.

Tick.

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two guards.

Their eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and they ignored Sikong Boxue in front of them.

Sikong Boxue put away his pocket watch and strode into the treasure house.

The treasure house of Vanu Mansion has three floors. There are many kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which are extremely valuable.

As he walked, Sikong Boxue put the contents of the treasure house into his backpack.

"The backpack is a bit small..."

Having just plundered half of the contents, Sikong Wexue's backpack was already full.

He sighed softly and said, "Let's go to the third floor."

The two came to the third floor, where there was a door with a formation carved on it, which could only be opened by a direct descendant of the Vanu family.

This is also the reason why Sikong Boxue wants to bring Vanuqing with him.

If it weren't for the purpose of opening this door, he could have hypnotized everyone all the way and walked in arrogantly - of course, that is if none of the masters of the Vanu family were at home, otherwise he would not have dared to be so arrogant.

Crunch.

The door to the third floor made a sound and slowly opened.

There aren't many things here, but every piece is good and priceless.

"Unfortunately, each piece is protected by a formation, making it difficult to take it away."

Sikong Boxue shook his head, his eyes swept around the room, and finally locked on a piece of dull gravel.

"Is this it?"

Sikong Boxue murmured in a low voice. After a moment, he seemed to have got the answer and strode forward.

Arriving in front of the gravel, Sikong Boxue looked at the introduction text on the side.

[The fragments of the unknown natal divine weapon, the energy in them has not been completely dissipated, may be useful - in 270192 of the original calendar, Vanu Kingang picked it up while digging out a bird's nest. 】

"Fragments of the unknown divine weapon?"

Sikong Boxue chuckled and slowly stretched out his hand, preparing to take away the gravel.

The formation protecting the gravel shimmered and ignited purple-brown flames, trying to stop this thieving hand.

But a cold wind suddenly blew, and the flames were extinguished instantly.

Sikong's knowledgeable right hand reached forward and held the gravel in his hand.

"Got it."

Sikong Boxue put the gravel into his backpack and was just about to steal (cross out) something else to go when his face darkened.

"The head of the Vanu family is back? Really, it's not a very valuable thing. Do you need to watch it so closely?"

Complaining on his lips, Sikong Boxue quickly left Vanu's house without staying any longer.

On the third floor of the treasure house, there was only a dull-looking Vanuqing, standing there blankly.

Five minutes later, Vanutian rushed into the treasure house like a truck and rushed to the third floor in a few steps.

"Qing'er?"

Seeing that Vanuqing was really alive, Vanutian's hanging heart finally relaxed.

The Wedeka people are very weak in the aspect of carrying on the family line.

They often have to work hard for several years before their wives can conceive a child.

Vanutian had eight wives, but only three children, two of whom were daughters.

To him, Vanuqing is his sweetheart.

At this time, Vanutian was so happy to see that his beloved was still alive and well. Even if something was lost in the treasure house, he didn't take it to heart.

Those are all external things, so if you lose them, just throw them away.

What can be more important than my Qing'er?

But soon, Vanutian discovered something was wrong.

Why is his Qing'er's eyes dull, like a fool?

"Qing'er? Can you hear me?"

Vanutian yelled a few words, but when Vanuqing still didn't respond, he immediately pulled out a big dick and said, "Your father is talking to you!"

This slap made Wanuqing's eyes see stars and blood flow from the corners of his mouth.

His confused eyes finally regained a bit of clarity.

Looking at the tall and mighty old father in front of him, Wanuqing tilted his head and uttered a confused: "Ah?"

…………

In a small teahouse in Liuyun City.

Long Wudi wore a straw hat, lowered the brim of the hat, and covered most of his face.

He also wrapped his whole body with true qi, suppressed his breath, pretended to be a rookie in his twenties, and avoided the search of the city defense army.

"I don't know what's going on with Brother Feng?"

Long Wudi thought about it, and still sent a message to Nanfeng: "Brother Feng, are there many pursuers over there?"

Nanfeng: "Not many, how about you?"

Long Wudi: "I'm safe for the time being, thanks to you for helping me lead away the masters of the Vanu family, otherwise I would be in a bit of danger."

Ten minutes ago, a large group of strong men from the Vanu family suddenly appeared, looking for Long Wudi everywhere.

Among them, there were seven or eight strong men above level 40!

Just when Long Wudi felt that it was very difficult and was about to use the teleportation array to escape, the group of strong men from the Vanu family suddenly disappeared again.

Long Wudi thought that Nanfeng had led them away and was a little worried.

But Nanfeng was confused: "Ah? Masters from the Vanu family? I haven't seen them. The ones chasing me were the city defense army."

Hmm? Long Wudi frowned. What about the people from the Vanu family? Where did they go?

"Are they ambushing us somewhere?"

The more Long Wudi thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible. He quickly contacted Nanfeng: "Brother Feng, we must leave Liuyun City as soon as possible."

Nanfeng: "That's what I meant. Where are you now? I'll go find you first."

Long Wudi: "I'm in a small teahouse outside the slums in the west of the city. It's safe here and close to the west city gate. You can come over."

Nanfeng: "Okay, I'll be there right away."

Long Wudi turned off the panel, released his true energy, and watched every move of the two nearby streets.

At this time, a ragged homeless man passed by the door of the small teahouse.

His turbid and lifeless eyes glanced into the teahouse, and when he saw Long Wudi, a gleam of light immediately burst out.

Long Wudi also noticed the other party, his face condensed, and he was ready to punch him.

But the next sentence of the homeless man almost made Long Wudi unable to hold back.

"It's you, it's you!!!" The homeless man used all his strength to roar loudly, "Straw hat man! Give me back my ticket stub!! Give me back my ticket stub ah ah ah!"