Song Yuan immediately crawled towards the back, his form already morphed into a snail. Song Gao followed at once, using not his eyes but Song Yuan's sense for direction. Finally, just as their bodies were about to be burnt to ash, they felt suddenly lighter; the pain persisted, albeit reduced by eight or nine parts.
When they reopened their eyes, they were a step outside the main house. Without thinking, they immediately retreated. They had only taken two steps when suddenly, the scent of Ling Dang wafted from who knows where, urgent and shrill, prompting someone to shout immediately.
"Thieves—"
"Thieves—" Without further thought, Song Gao and Song Yuan sprinted towards the wall. Several servants had already chased into the courtyard behind them.
"Search quickly—" As the two climbed the wall, three or four house servants had stormed into the courtyard, watching two dark figures ascend the top.
"There, chase them—"