With the Black Feathered Chicken leading the way, Chen Nan tried his best to avoid other treasure hunters as he rushed towards the exit.
Soon, he arrived at where they had parked the car last night.
It was now past four in the morning, pitch-black all around, as Chen Nan drove back the way they came.
The Black Feathered Chicken, wings clamping onto a two-foot long ginseng, pecked at it while muttering, "Those idiots are really stupid, the treasure has been carried out by Lord Chicken, and they're still rushing into the mountain."
Chen Nan glanced at it, "Look at the way you eat, like a woodpecker, can't you show a little image? Will it kill you?"
The Black Feathered Chicken's eyes bulged, and its feathers stood on end as if hit by lightning, "Your grandpa's, dare you insult Lord Chicken, believe it or not Lord Chicken..."
"I believe your sister, go play with your eggs, you're blocking my view."
