"Treasure?" Suddenly, the word "treasure" kept echoing in Liu Mou's mind, as if some valuable item was pulling at him.
...
"I remember now, Zhao Feng was over a hundred years old but still looked like a young man; he might have had such a treasure for Mr. Liu. Otherwise, without Mr. Liu, the consequences for the underworld would be unimaginable – my places would all be in trouble!" Liu Mou was suddenly shocked, and after being stunned for two seconds, he followed a somewhat blurry route in his head, made a sharp turn, and quickly drove towards the place where Zhao Feng had died.
"Little Yao." Liu Mou silently said in his heart.
"The Little Yao from the Immortal Spirit Clan is not currently available. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. My name is Little Tao, the mechanical manager." Suddenly, a mechanic-like voice flashed through Liu Mou's mind, causing Liu Mou's body to shake. He thought it was the sound of the car.
