I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

142 An Honest and Good Child

“What you can see, others can’t see. Even Er Bao and San Bao don’t believe you. Do you think other people will believe you? Did Er Bao and San Bao’s gaze on you make you uncomfortable? Think about it, what if other people also think that you are lying?”

Mo Ruyue tried to explain to Tang Tang in simple words. Although her eyes were still a little confused, she did not completely understand the meaning of these words.

“If you still can’t fully understand it, it’s fine. Just remember what mother said. If you find something special, don’t tell anyone. You can come back and tell mother and your brothers. Do you understand? ”

In the end, Mo Ruyue still used the stupidest method. However, she believed that when Tang Tang grew up a little, she would slowly think it through.

It was too much for a four-year-old like her to understand the complicated world outside.

Tang Tang nodded and took her mother’s words to heart. In the future, if she saw anything special, she should not tell anyone else. She could only tell her family so that she would not be called a liar.

She was an honest and good child, not a liar.

The day passed by as usual. Just like every day before, Mo Ruyue took Tang Tang to process all the herbs and then put them into her medicine box.

In a city a hundred miles away, a man in a night suit was running on the roofs and walls of the houses like a cat.

Although his speed was fast, he landed without a sound. With a tap of his toes, he flew out, as if he had really grown a pair of wings.

After arriving at a courtyard, he nimbly landed on the highest point of the entire courtyard and observed the situation in the entire courtyard from above.

The master of this family seemed to be hosting a banquet for guests. The sound of silk and bamboo lingered in the ears. The servants and maids in the courtyard were carrying all kinds of melon, fruit, delicious food, and wine back and forth in the courtyard. Not far away, a burst of women’s singing and charming laughter came from the flower hall. It was obvious that the people who came to liven up the mood were not women of good families.

The man’s eyes swept around the courtyard, and he had already seen the positions of the hidden sentries. Then, he turned his gaze to the southeast of the backyard.

A 3D map seemed to appear in his mind. The southeast corner was where his target for the day was, the study.

If he wanted to get to the study, he had to touch the hidden sentries blocking the road. The man carefully observed for a while and found that there was a certain degree of mobility between these hidden sentries. If one of them was taken down, it would soon be discovered by the people in front and behind him.

It seemed that the person who set up this defensive measure was an expert, but that person’s tricks were nothing in the eyes of the man in black.

The man in black quickly chose the hidden sentry to attack. Although he would still be noticed in the end, he had already bought enough time for him.

His figure flashed in the courtyard like a ghost. Some of the hidden sentries only felt their vision go dark for a moment before they lost consciousness.

A path leading to the study was quietly opened. He quickly arrived at the door of the study, but he did not enter rashly.

Although the hidden sentries on the outside seemed to be enough to protect the study room from water, there must be hidden mechanisms in the study room.

The man in black observed carefully again. Sure enough, he found hair-tripping wires thinner than a strand of hair at the door and window. This kind of wire would only be hung when the owner left. If someone accidentally touched it, it would trigger the mechanism.

He took out an extremely thin hook from the hundred treasures pouch at his waist and carefully slid it along the hair-tripping line, hooking the other end of the line from where it had originally been hanging.

The thin lines on the window crisscrossed, and it was troublesome to remove the mechanism every time, but the protection effect was excellent.

However, no matter how much the owner trusted the mechanism that he had designed, he did not expect it to be deciphered in such a short time.

The man in black entered the study through the crack in the window. There were no more traps inside. He came to the bookshelf and reached out to a porcelain vase on it. He turned left and right three times. Then, the bookshelf opened a crack, revealing a square hole in the wall behind.

He reached inside and took out a basic book and a seal. Then, he restored the bookshelf and went out through the crack in the window.

From his calculations, it was almost time for the fallen hidden sentries to be discovered, but the man in black didn’t seem to be flustered at all. He even skillfully hung back the thin threads that had been hooked.

Just as he jumped onto the wall of the house, there was a sudden cry of alarm from the backyard, followed by a series of chaotic and helpless footsteps.

The music from the flower hall also stopped abruptly. Then, they saw a fat man with his clothes half-removed running towards the study in the backyard.

After the man in black saw this scene, there was no fluctuation of emotion in his eyes. He then turned around and disappeared into the night.

An hour later, in the black pine forest outside the city, a figure stumbled through the woods. He was dressed in black, and his hand was covering his lower right abdomen.

As he ran, there seemed to be some liquid seeping out from under his clothes, dyeing the black clothes even deeper.

This man in black was the one who had stolen the book and the seal from the house just now. However, it was unknown why he was injured and why he was still running away from the city in the night.

The originally closed city gate suddenly opened, and seven or eight people on fast horses rushed out with a group of mastiffs. The mastiffs only took a short sniff of the air before they barked and charged into the black pine forest.

The rider was obviously good at riding as well, as he was able to gallop through the pine forest.

Although the man in black was already far ahead, he could still hear the dogs barking and horses neighing behind him. He knew that his pursuers would arrive soon, so he exerted strength in his legs and his speed doubled.

The night wind whistled and brushed past his cheeks. The more intense movements caused his wounds to tear even more. Blood gushed out and had already stained half of his body.

Even with such intense pain, the man’s face did not change at all. His face was like a stone statue, as if it could not show any expression at all.

He chose the most dangerous parts of the road, as if he was not afraid of falling into the abyss.

It was impossible for horses and dogs to reach such a high place, which would make the pursuers lose their speed and sense of smell. Although the blood flowing from the black-shirted man’s wound would point them in the right direction to continue the pursuit, the distance between them was still getting further and further.

At dawn, the pursuers finally lost track of the man in black. A sudden heavy rain washed away all the traces and smell he had left behind.

The seven or eight people searched futilely until the sky was slightly bright, and finally had to stop.

“Captain, we’ve wooed her. How are we going to answer to the boss when we go back?”