"This guy is just too poor," Chen Yiming sighed.
The loot that he found on Tang Zhenfeng's body was
tens of thousands of yuan in cash, some rations, a bottle of water, and a small porcelain bottle.
It was understandable that he didn't have much cash on him. After all, he just needed some small change to use. However, although this person was a martial arts expert who had undergone five transformations, other than a bunch of pills in the porcelain bottle that he did not recognize, there was nothing that seemed valuable.
Chen Yiming looked at the large sword on the ground and seemed to have understood something.
Tang Zhenfeng had been injured in front of everyone, but no one other than him was interested in this person.
After completing his search, he dragged the corpse to a courtyard.
The windows and doors of the house were broken, and it was clear that no one had lived there for a long time.
