After being forced into marriage, the metaphysical master became the darling of the richest family.

Chapter 827

"Alright." Old Master Shi nodded in agreement, exchanging a smile with Xiao Su Zhe.

Seeing the two of them looking happy, An Jiuxi felt relieved and took out her phone to send out the news.

After a while, she glanced at the message that popped up on her phone and nodded to Grandpa Shi, "They will come tomorrow. Grandpa, you can just wait at home with Su Zhe. There's no need to change the name, so it won't be awkward to call him later. Just tell others that he was adopted from the orphanage."

Hearing that she had thought everything through, Old Master Shi vaguely saw a trace of Shi Yao from the person in front of him.

I feel so much emotion in my heart.

"By the way, Xixi, what brings you here tonight?"

Thinking that An Jiuxi had risked coming here at this crucial moment, he figured she must have something important to say, so Old Master Shi gave her a reminder.

“Grandpa, I almost forgot about it if you hadn’t mentioned it. I want to go to the Shi family’s treasure house again. When I was looking at Grandma’s paintings before, some scenes appeared in my mind, but I was interrupted and didn’t have time to see the rest. I want to take this opportunity to go and see it again.”

Grandpa Shi was somewhat surprised, "That portrait of your maternal grandmother?"

He asked with some surprise, "When I hung the painting before, it was just a very ordinary painting, wasn't it?"

Could it be that the old woman has something she wants to tell Xixi alone?

After much deliberation, Grandpa Shi gave the key to An Jiuxi but did not go with her.

Instead, she had the backyard cleaned up, carried Su Zhe to choose a new room, and asked the butler to prepare for the announcement of his inclusion in the family genealogy.

To prevent some fools from bullying people right away in the future!

the other side.

Following the route from last time, An Jiuxi successfully found the treasure pavilion with the key.

"Click."

With a crisp click, the key was swallowed by a special lock, and the heavy door in front of us slowly opened.

An Jiuxi had just taken a step inside when her nose twitched slightly.

"It stinks."

She murmured to herself, her fingers already drawing a peach wood sword as she looked towards the second floor.

Immediately afterwards, a faint noise was heard from the second floor, followed by a figure flashing across the wall.

The figure seemed to be holding something in its hands!

"Looks like a rat has gotten in."

She sneered, gripped the peach wood sword tightly, and leaped towards the second floor.

As soon as she landed, a lot of resentment suddenly shot out from the surroundings and hit her in this direction!

"Ow!"

The resentment clamored and manifested within the treasure pavilion.

An Jiuxi looked at the hundreds of resentful wisps floating around her, staring at her menacingly, and cursed inwardly.

"Are you trying to catch me like a turtle?"

She gritted her teeth and spat out a sentence, then threw the peach wood sword directly at the resentment.

He casually tossed out a talisman, causing the treasures inside the treasure pavilion to vanish, allowing the resentment to pass through without being destroyed by it.

After all, any one of these items is worth tens of millions!

"Ouch!"

These resentful energies seemed to be controlled by something, suddenly gathering together and rushing towards An Jiuxi again.

The peach wood sword spun back into An Jiuxi's hand, and she gathered spiritual energy to unleash several sword energies at the enormous resentment in front of her!

"boom!"

A tremendous sound echoed inside the treasure pavilion, and the impact caused the pavilion to shake several times.

This commotion naturally attracted the attention of the rest of the Shi family.

Old Master Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched a wisp of resentment that was emanating from his fingers, and snorted coldly.

"Old man, aren't you going to go and take a look?"

The butler, Uncle Liu, leaned closer and asked in a low voice, having witnessed the man crushing the wisp of resentment between his fingers.

"No need."