Han Fei had spent most of tonight in illusions, and now it was a bit late to start smashing walls.
To avoid being discovered by the boss, Han Fei memorized the position opposite the well and then restored the shelves to their original state.
Carrying a shovel and a pickaxe on his back, he walked through the underground warehouse, carefully feeling the coolness transmitted from the landlord's ring. There were far more unclean things in the underground warehouse than on the ground level.
"What is this?"
On a shelf very close to the shrine sat a carved wooden box, resembling an antique; just by approaching, one would feel bursts of cold wind.
Wearing gloves, Han Fei opened the wooden box, which contained several blackened zongzi leaves. The leaves' surfaces were coated with moldy white rice and honey dates that had worms, but eerily, the zongzi leaves themselves were intact.