Wang Han sat down.

I glanced at the message Painted Skin Ghost had sent before.

Previously, Painted Skin Ghost was asked to stare at Shi He's detailed report.

Unexpectedly, Painted Skin Ghost handled things in great detail. What time did Shie get up, what clothes did he wear, what breakfast did he eat, what time did he go to the toilet, who did he say what, and what sutras he recited.

Han recorded it.

But the key content is still missing.

"What did you find?" Wang Han sent back a message.

"There is a connection between Shi'e and the four major families in Jianghu!"

Wang Han knew this after the martial arts conference, "What else?"

"I saw with my own eyes that he was discussing matters with Qin Yishan, the Spear Immortal in White!"

"What are we discussing?" Wang Han asked again.

"I don't know about that. They won't let me get close and say I'm not qualified." Painted Skin Ghost said honestly.

Wang Han felt a pain in his balls.

"Are there any other important discoveries?"

"One more thing! Shie often spends a lot of time locking himself in a room alone and not letting anyone get close to him.

I discovered that day that he would talk to himself when he was alone, and sometimes he would quarrel with himself.

Yesterday, when I was watching a TV series, I heard him making a fuss in the room. I went over and took a peek, and he pinched his own neck and said, "I'm going to kill you."

"Then what?" Wang Han became interested.

"Then I slapped myself!"

"???Why are you beating yourself?"

"How can you be distracted while watching a TV series!"

Wang was so angry that he wanted to follow the network cable and give Painted Skin Ghost a big mouth.

"Is there anything else?"

"There is no boss for now."

Wang Han took a deep breath and went over the matter. Nangong Bodhisattva had said before that Shi'e had a dual personality. The normal personality was Shi'e, the monk king who controlled the League of Heroes, but the other personality was the evil that controlled the older generation of strong men.

Monk Shie.

Looking at it this way, it makes sense to strangle yourself to death.

"Do you know how Shi'e became like this?" Wang Han asked again.

"have no idea."

"What are Shi'e and the four major families plotting?"

"have no idea."

"Then what do you know?"

"Zhen Huan and Prince Guo saw that the emperor had a cold head and gave him a hat."

Wang Han heard that his blood pressure soared.

I spend tens of millions a year to support this!

If he hadn't thought of Painted Skin Ghost's other uses, Wang Han would have really wanted to strangle Painted Skin Ghost to death.

Took a deep breath.

"Continue to observe."

"Okay boss!"

Wang Han rubbed his brows, called his third brother and told him to come over tomorrow.

Currently, most of the three religions and nine streams have been conquered, leaving only a group of people led by Buddhism who are still stubbornly resisting.

Buddhism can generally be divided into two types, one is those who practice seriously with the world in mind, and the other is those who cultivate temples with a heart full of copper odor. The latter has much more bases than the former.

There are many compassionate monks, but there are more monks with six impure roots. The former cultivates mind and self-discipline, while the latter cultivates money boxes.

These monks work hard to carry forward the Buddha who does not save the poor!

It is also the latter who is jumping around blindly in the arena.

And this time it is the latter who is still stubbornly resisting!

In addition to the three sects and nine schools, there are also a few people in the capital who have helped overtly or covertly. After all, they were connected together in the first place.

They understand the meaning of death and coldness. When Jin Sansheng takes over the three religions and nine streams, their big families will be the next ones to be stabbed!

The night passed by in a hurry, and the fourth guardian had arrived in Jiangning City overnight.

Holding Su Qi in his arms and burying his head between Su Qi's peaks, Wang Han took a deep breath of the milky scent and said, "Take care of yourself at home."

Su Qi adjusted Wang Han's collar, "I should tell you this."

After kissing for a while, Wang Han left.

It was already evening when we arrived in Beijing.

Old town.

Under the setting sun, the city is covered with a layer of warm orange light.

People were coming and going on the street. Wang Han bought some pancakes, fruit and some stinky tofu and distributed them to the four guardians.

The five people scattered and walked towards a hotel.

There were many people crowded around the entrance of the hotel, and there were a few people holding up light signs, as if they were waiting for some celebrity.

Wang Han patted someone on the shoulder and said, "Please give way, I want to go in."

The man just glanced at it and ignored Wang Han at all. He held up the light sign and stood on tiptoes to look inside.

"Move, we have to go in!" Wang Han shouted again.

The man rolled his eyes at Wang Han and said, "Are you serious? Can't you see my idol coming out? Stand aside!"

"We live here, let's go in!"

"There's a back entrance over there, but we fans occupy the front entrance!"

"The back door is locked."

"Then just wait! You'll die soon!" The man cursed again.

Wu Changge took a step forward to make a move, but Wang Han pulled him back.

Wang Han opened the stinky tofu, and the little smell came up immediately.

The people blocking the road in front turned around to look, and Wang Han took a big bite.

Pretending to vomit.

Facing the person who rolled his eyes just now, Wang Han made the motion of retching.

Sabi, who had been cursing just now, quickly moved out of the way. Wang Han opened his mouth and was retching in front of him. People blocking the way in front of him moved out of the way.

After passing through the crowd, Wang Han immediately returned to normal and happily took a bite of stinky tofu.

When those people reacted, they kept cursing.

Wu Changge looked surprised, seeing the path he had never imagined. Arong patted his shoulder and said, "Just get used to it!"

Wang Han went upstairs according to the room Jin Sansheng gave him.

After knocking on the door for a long time, Wang Han was ready to use his skills to pry open the door.

The sound of opening the door came, and Gezi stood at the door with dark circles under his eyes.

"Ah Han, why did you get here!" Yaozi yelled when he saw Wang Han.

"I'm busy these two days, what are you doing? You look like you have kidney deficiency!" Wang Han walked in.

There were several people sitting in the room, and they all got up when they saw Wang Han come in.

"Ninth Young Master!"

On the coffee table in the middle is a half-person-high transparent wine jar, in which are soaked golden cherry seeds, Morinda officinalis meat, raspberries, wolfberry, dodder, mangosteen, hexagonal sea dragon, triangular sea dragon, sea horse, and fur seal.

Kidney, deer penis, deer antlers, ginseng.

Wang Han circled around the wine can and said, "Good guy! Who makes this cup of wine?"

Several people looked at Dao Zi with dark circles at the same time.

Dongzi walked over rubbing his waist and looked at Wang Han sadly, "Why did you come here? If you come later, I will be sucked dry!"

"You being sucked off by the old rich woman has nothing to do with whether I come or not!" Wang Han handed out cigarettes to everyone.
To be continued...