Moving Dylon
Chen Ping was completely frightened.
Ding Yi mustered up all his strength and was about to kill him with a single sword strike.
In the face of death.
"I'll tell you!" Chen Ping blurted out without thinking.
The tip of the sword pierced through his skin, and blood dripped out. If he took another step forward, he would have taken his life.
"Where?" Ding Yi asked expressionlessly.
" There's a secret room under the bed. There's a metal box inside. Everything is hidden inside."
Zhang Ronghua walked towards the bedroom.
After entering the room, he waved his hand, and a palm force fell down, shattering the bed. At a glance, the floor was neat and tidy, without any uneven or suspicious spots.