Chapter 1390 — The Robbery, Part One: "Don't know? What do you mean? Why not just open them both and see?" Elder Yu frowned and asked.
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Seeing Wei Zhao actually sitting there leafing through Zhang Lifeng's medical practice notes, Elder Yu froze for a moment. He did not believe Wei Zhao had the wit to make sense of such a book, yet he had nothing to say about it either. He only snorted, sat himself down, and began tending his wounds.
Zhang Lifeng's medical practice notes in Wei Zhao's hands were much like the old man's own. They recorded chiefly the processes and methods by which he had practiced medicine and saved lives - prescriptions, the refining of drugs, the gathering of herbs, and the like - along with a number of entries concerning the Fuxi Nine Needles.
For the moment, of course, Wei Zhao had no mind for any of that. Curious as the Fuxi Nine Needles made him, he meant first to hunt for word of the Fire Spirit Holy Fruit.
The notes had no table of contents, only dates and numbering, so Wei Zhao could not look anything up; he could only turn the pages one after another. His eyesight was extraordinary - by the faint glow of Yu Xiaoke and Old Hei's torches he could read the writing on the page perfectly clearly.
Qiu Lingshan and Chen Yuxuan could not be of help, so the two of them simply sat down beside Wei Zhao and cultivated. The Mighty General, for its part, lay quietly off to one side, as though none of it concerned it in the least.
Time slipped away, second by second. The tomb lay in perfect silence, broken only by the occasional puzzled cry or cheer from Yu Xiaoke and Old Hei. Tomb raiders the two might be, with years of experience behind them - but they were no hands at this sort of jigsaw!
The two of them had already copied the jigsaw pictures from the stone doors, piece by piece, onto slips of paper they carried with them, and cut them into fragments of matching size, which they laid out on the ground, ready to fit them back together.
Songshan City, however, was not nearly so quiet.
A Land Rover without license plates pulled up, quietly, at the door of a bank. A careful eye might have noticed touch-up paint on the front and the rear of the vehicle - and had Feng Xiaoxiao still been alive, she would have seen that the repair marks on this Land Rover were identical to the ones on her own.
Before long the Land Rover's door opened silently, and out stepped a man in black with a hood over his head. His build was well-proportioned, and his figure was oddly familiar. The moment he was out of the car, without a word he strode straight into the bank.
"Ah!" The hooded man in black had burst into the bank without warning, and the customers inside jumped and cried out in alarm.
But the hooded man in black appeared not to hear a thing. He paid no heed whatsoever to their cries, walked straight up to the bank's service counter, and swung his fist hard against the glass of the teller window!
With a thunderous bang, the thickened glass of the bank window shattered as though it were nothing at all. The hooded man in black vaulted over with a single leap and landed inside the counter.
A piercing alarm blared to life, but the robber was deaf to it - he gave no sign of having heard a thing.
"Ah -" The bank clerks who had been serving customers behind the counter cried out as well!
They had all watched videos of bank robberies, and had studied what to do in that event - but a hold-up carried out like the hooded man in black's was a first for every one of them!