After dropping those words, Xu Fei immediately took Uncle He to the next room, locking the door behind them to hide.
Xu Fei figured, based on common sense, that this Deacon Zhikong was likely a cultivator too, so concealing themselves from someone like him would require Xu Fei’s personal intervention.
Once the two were safely hidden, Yao Yuanzhou picked himself up off the floor.
To cover the handprint on his face, he grabbed a nearby motorcycle helmet, put it on, and headed out to open the courtyard gate.
“Come in!”
Opening the door, Yao Yuanzhou spoke in a neutral tone.
Though Deacon Zhikong couldn’t see his face, he recognized the voice and said with some curiosity, “Why are you dressed like this in broad daylight?”
“Hurry up and get inside! The Yao family has people searching for me everywhere right now!”
That excuse held enough weight to be believable, so Deacon Zhikong didn’t press further and followed him into the inner room.
As he stepped inside, Deacon Zhikong’s eyes fell on Yao Yunxi lying on the bed.
Though her eyes were open, they were lifeless, her face pale and unnatural.
“These are the antiques I brought, all treasures the family head loves most. They should fetch a good price, right? That should be enough to trade for Yunxi’s cure!”
Yao Yuanzhou didn’t waste time, reaching into the bedside cabinet and pulling out several landscape paintings and antique vases, laying them out on the coffee table.
They were all Yao family possessions, handled by the family head for years, so their authenticity was beyond question.
Hearing Yao Yuanzhou’s words, Deacon Zhikong reluctantly tore his leering gaze from Yao Yunxi and turned to the coffee table.
He was something of an amateur expert himself, and seeing the antiques and paintings, he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
“The wealth of a big family really isn’t a joke. Who’d have thought a useless kid like Yao Yuanzhou could come up with such decent treasures!”
Deacon Zhikong roughly estimated that even without a proper auction house, just selling these items on the black market for quick cash could net three or four million.
The thought of that money slipping effortlessly into his pocket nearly made his grin split his face.
Then, setting the antiques aside, Deacon Zhikong turned to Yao Yuanzhou.
“Don’t worry, with this much sincerity, I won’t go back on my word!”
With that, he pulled a small bottle from his pocket, took out a cyan pill, and handed it to Yao Yuanzhou.
“What’s this?”
“A pill, of course! The reason Yao Yunxi’s been so dazed is because she’s been in a coma too long.”
“Just give her this, and she’ll be fine, no problem!”
Seeing Deacon Zhikong didn’t seem to be lying, Yao Yuanzhou chose to trust him and quickly fed the pill to Yao Yunxi.
The moment he did, Deacon Zhikong’s expression shifted, and he let out a loud laugh.
“Hahaha! I said you were a fool, and I wasn’t wrong!”
