Lu Chengyi's teeth itched with hatred.

In the end, I could only put the key back into the storage talisman.

Everyone has already arrived at the door, and even if he goes into the treasury to take out things, he probably won't be able to escape.

At the same time that Monk Yuan Gun was shouting, other casual cultivators also arrived one after another.

The middle-aged man with low eyebrows rushed straight to the door.

No one wanted to stop him, since they were taking the lead, they were happy to do so.

"Everyone, the treasury is safe and the thieves didn't have time to break the golden lock."

In a hurry, Lu Chengyi walked out of the darkroom. With a relieved smile on his face, he looked at everyone with a smile.

The other cultivators didn't believe it, so they all walked in and saw that the golden lock was intact.

The tense mind suddenly relaxed.

"I think it's better to open the treasury and check it out. What do you think, comrades?" The beautiful woman's eyes were gleaming, and she lightly opened her red lips.

"right."

The leper-headed monk echoed: "Amitabha."

The four of them all looked at Mr. Lu who was standing aside.

Lu Chengyi could think of things, so naturally they wouldn't doubt it.

If Mr. Lu was caught stealing, wouldn't they be kept in the dark and treated like monkeys?

"No problem, Pindao will open the treasury under the witness of all my colleagues."

Lu Chengyi didn't care at all on the surface, but took out the golden key very frankly.
Chapter completed!