Chapter 289 A fool's night is dark as ink.

Auction of gold.

In a courtyard, dozens of figures move back and forth, with sharp eyes like knives.

"Give me attention, don't let anyone get in!"

drinks the head guard.

Just then, a gust of wind came!

Next came another split, and then a third one!

Fine sand and dust swept over the ground.

The three shadows leap lightly and disappear into the night. Only the moon in the sky shines brightly and scatters on them, pulling their shadows.

"Who?" For the head guard, he felt a gust of wind hanging on his face. He felt pain and pain. He shouted...