Chapter 307 Who Stole the Oil?

Li Banfeng drove the carriage to Xiaoyaowu. In the carriage were Song Zhigang, two martial arts cultivators and several thugs with advanced training.

Ling Miaoying's tape really worked. When applied to the wound, it not only stopped the bleeding, but also temporarily controlled the injury. Although these people could not move, they were still alive.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Banfeng drove his carriage to Xiaoyaowu. At this time, Xiaoyaowu was bustling with people coming and going.

Li Banfeng drove the carriage around to the warehouse in the backyard of Xiaoyaowu, and when no one was paying attention, he asked the projector to call a helper to come out and unload the truck.

The projector learned the lesson from before and did not dare to call the girl out. The girl he called out always took off her clothes first and then started working.

The film that Ling Miaoying had recorded before was still there, and the projector played Ling Miaoying's image, helping Li Banfeng move a dozen people into the warehouse.

After unloading the car, Li Banfeng went back to his room, found the key under the bed, returned to the warehouse, recorded a video with the projector, opened the door and entered the portable home.

The record player yelled angrily: "Hey crazy man, where did you go to have fun again? Do you still have me in your heart? Do you still have this family in your heart? Your heart, your heart... Thank you for your hard work, sir!"

Seeing that Li Banfeng had brought back more than a dozen people, the lady's tone immediately softened.

"Ms. sir, come and sit here quickly.

Sir, let’s have a cup of hot tea first.

My husband, why are your clothes so dirty? My slave will wash them for you.

Sir, please don’t scratch the little slave’s croaking nest, the little slave is really ticklish…”

The record player used steam to protect Li Banfeng, fearing that the house would get angry at Li Banfeng.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the house. The record player asked curiously: "Why is this house so peaceful today?"

Li Banfeng sneered: "Why is he restless? If he hadn't caused trouble, why would I have been floating outside for so many days?"

The lady was silent for a moment. Listening to what Li Banfeng said just now, it seemed that he also knew something about the house.

Seeing that Li Banfeng was still angry, the lady asked with concern: "Hey, sir, what happened to you these days?"

Li Banfeng asked: "Do you know this person with a shameless face?"

Huchi~

"You don't have a big face? Is this a personal name? I've never heard of it, little slave."

Li Banfeng turned around and asked Hong Ying: "Have you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it either." Hong Ying answered very simply, with a hint of nervousness.

Li Banfeng stared at Hong Ying for a moment and asked, "Why are you wearing pants?"

"As a daughter, shouldn't I be wearing pants?"

"Why is there an extra red tassel on my body?"

"It's a red tassel gun. Isn't it nice to have a red tassel on the gun?"

There was no red tassel on Hong Ying's body originally. This red tassel was just hung up to cover her conscience and arms.

"Why are there black lines in your red tassel?"

These black lines are Hong Ying's hair.

"This Hongying thing would be too boring if it was all red threads." Hong Ying could hardly continue editing.

The lady was standing by to help Hong Ying out: "Sir, don't pay attention to that bitch, the food is almost cold."

"Ma'am, don't worry, let me ask them a few questions."

Li Banfeng looked at Song Zhigang first and let the wine gourd feed him a sip of wine.

With this drink of wine, Song Zhigang regained some vitality and could barely speak.

Li Banfeng lit a candle and placed it in front of Song Zhigang: "Uncle Song, I invited you to my home to talk. This is enough sincerity. Today, please tell me clearly. Who asked you to Did you come to Lanyang Village to cause trouble?"

Song Zhigang gasped: "Master Qi, Mrs. Lu asked me to come. Everything I said before is true."

Is it really Lu Maoxian?

Lu Maoxian did cause a lot of trouble for Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng and Houqiu Qiu had a close relationship. It was also in his interest for Lu Maoxian to cause trouble for Li Banfeng.

But the question is why bring trouble to Lanyang Village?

Lanyang Village has no special value to Lu Maoxian. It would be more reasonable if he caused trouble in Heishipo and destroyed the business of Li Banfeng and Ma Wu.

There is another reason here.

Li Banfeng asked again: "Did you see Lu Mao Xian with your own eyes?"

Song Zhigang said: "What is Mr. Lu's identity? How can he meet me in person? It's these two assistants who came to ask me to take back Lanyang Village!"

Li Banfeng looked at the two martial arts cultivators. They were what Song Zhigang said was the supporter.

The one with a broken throat will definitely be unable to speak, but the one with a broken spine can still make a sound.

Li Banfeng tore off the tape on his mouth, asked Jiu Gulu to give him some wine, and asked, "Did Lu Mao ask you two to find Song Zhigang first?"

"This is not an order given by the old man himself, but an order given to us by the chief steward Xu Yangbo."

Lu Maoxian's butler?

Li Banfeng had little contact with this man. He only heard from Hou Qiu that this man was deeply trusted by Lu Maoxian.

If this was not Lu Maoxian's personal intention, and if the butler had other motives, his purpose was obviously to intensify the conflict between Li Banfeng and Lu Maoxian.

What good will this do to him?

If he was also instigated by others, who could it be?

The information these people could ask was limited, and Li Banfeng didn't want to waste any time: "Madam, let's eat."

"Thank you for your love, sir!" The lady couldn't wait to start the meal, while the projector quietly recorded the video.

The lady shouted angrily: "What do you want to do?"

The projector trembled and the camera quickly turned.

The lady hooked the projector with a stylus, pulled out the previously recorded film, and cut it into pieces. The projector shivered in pain.

Luckily, he recorded more than one segment. He recorded everything he saw and heard during these days.

"Each scene is only more than two minutes long. If it weren't for the lack of film, we could have recorded more."

Li Banfeng just wanted to show his wife what Bian Buqi looked like. The projector played the scene in Youhu, but the picture was all oily and yellow, with nothing on it.

"How is that possible!" The projector exclaimed, "I recorded it seriously!"

Li Banfeng guessed the reason: "Bian Buqi has a high status. He doesn't want you to see his true appearance. Bian Buqi is not his real name."

In annoyance, the projector opened the second segment of material.

The local god Meng Yuchun, with his back to Li Banfeng, took off his long gown and showed the scars on his body.

The wife coughed lightly: "Hey, husband, this girl's face is not big? I didn't see whether her face is big or not, but this peach is really big, not only big, but also white. Husband, you have worked hard these seven days!"

Li Banfeng kicked the projector: "Don't just play this! How did I fight with the monsters in the field? Show it and see!"

The projector said loudly: "Those things are not recorded!"

Li Banfeng kicked the projector away and prepared to tell his wife about his experiences in these days.

Just when he talked about the oil lake, he suddenly heard a shout from the third room: "Boss, you wronged me before, how could I steal the oil? I don't know what stole this oil, it's all here!"

Li Banfeng entered the third room and saw that the bottles, jars, jars, buckets, water tanks... everything that can hold liquids in the third room was filled with oil, exactly the same as the oil Li Banfeng saw in the oil lake.

Li Banfeng looked at the gloves and said, "Where did all this oil come from?"

The gloves said angrily, "It's definitely not me! How could I hold so much? No matter who took it, I shouldn't be wronged!"

Li Banfeng touched the bottle of oil, and suddenly heard an old voice coming to his ear: "Be careful, don't spill it."

"Who?" Li Banfeng exclaimed, ready to fight.

The record player hurriedly shouted, "Husband, don't be angry, this is our house talking!"

The room was quiet in an instant.

In the past, except for the wife, Hongying and Honglian, no one could hear the voice of Suishenju, because the others were not of high status.

But today everyone heard it, and Suishenju changed the way he spoke.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Li Banfeng suddenly asked, "Why did you steal the oil?"

"Burn." Suishenju replied with one word.

The record player couldn't hear this word clearly, and Honglian, Hongying and a group of magic weapons couldn't hear it clearly either, only Li Banfeng could hear it clearly.

Hong Ying was worried that Li Banfeng was arguing with the house, so she said to the record player, "Evil woman, persuade that madman not to mess around. He is no match for this house and can't handle him with a single move!"

Before the record player could persuade again, Li Banfeng asked again, "Why don't you burn coal?"

This sentence stunned the wife.

Burning coal?

Why does this house burn coal?

For heating?

The old voice sounded again: "I run with you every day, and the coal has been burned out long ago."

The record player still couldn't hear clearly. Not only could she not hear the words of the house, she couldn't hear Li Banfeng's words clearly. There was always a low noise in her ears interfering with her hearing.

"Husband, you'd better not..."

Li Banfeng then asked Suishenju, "You took me to Youhu just to steal oil?"

"You wanted to go to Youhu by yourself, and I took the oil on the way."

"Before, you always followed the key, why do you learn to move by yourself now?"

"Because there are railroad tracks, hehehe!" Suishenju laughed.

"When did the rails come?"

Sui Shen Ju did not respond.

The record player could not hear the conversation between the two people. She lowered her voice and advised: "My husband, don't provoke him again. Can't I ask you to apply engine oil?"

...

In Yuezhou Third Hospital, the buttons on He Jiaqing's chest kept trembling, but He Haisheng was sitting next to him, and He Jiaqing could not answer the phone.

After lunch, He Haisheng went to smoke. He Jiaqing clenched the buttons and heard Wan Jinxian's voice:

"Jiaqing, Ling Miaoying is still alive!"

"Alive?" He Jiaqing was happy for a while, but then he became a little suspicious, "Didn't the Lu family release the news and get Miaoying's head?"

"Our spies in Xiaoyaowu saw him go to the warehouse in Xiaoyaowu. It happened last night."

"Xiaoyaowu..."

What did Ling Miaoying do in Xiaoyaowu?

Could it be that Ling Miaoying just faked his death and he was still secretly monitoring Ma Wu?

After all, he was different from Ling Miaowen. He could hide his mind so deeply.

I have to be more careful in the future, but it's a good thing now.

At least I don't have to worry about Ma Wu anymore, and now I can concentrate on dealing with Lu Maoxian.

Before He Jiaqing responded to Wan Jinxian, a cloud of smoke suddenly floated in front of him.

The smoke lingered around He Jiaqing for a long time, and He Jiaqing sweated.

"Jiaqing?" He Haisheng's figure slowly emerged in front of He Jiaqing, "Are you awake?"

He Jiaqing was silent for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes: "Uncle San, I'm awake."

He Haisheng stared at He Jiaqing silently, although he didn't want to believe it, but this was the fact.

"Brother doesn't believe you, and I still argue with him. I said that his own son would never lie to him. How stupid am I?"

When he said this, He Haisheng couldn't help gritting his teeth.

He Jiaqing said calmly: "Uncle San, can you let me say something?"

"You say, I listen."

PS: Hong Ying has grown hair, and I don’t even dare to imagine what else she will grow next!