On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,He quickly walked into the old man's room and found an envelope under his pillow.,Lu Wanman glared at Hu Yang with hostility, urging Yun Yanan.。