Wang Han lit a cigarette, and they all agreed to go to the teahouse and meet Feng Manlou first.
Huang Wan and Lao Zi didn't say a word in the car.
Wang Han glanced at Dongzi and said, "Are you mute?"
Yaozi glanced at Huang Wan, then came over, holding Wang Han's face and staring into Wang Han's eyes.
"Ahan, tell the truth, do you have any strange feelings?"
"Yes! It's disgusting! Let me go!"
Daozi rubbed his face vigorously and said, "Ahan, let me tell you something. Don't get excited yet."
Wang Han looked at Dongzi and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Just now, your eyes became exactly like Wu Fa's."
Wang Han was completely stunned.
He quickly took out his cell phone and took a photo, and then explained, "It's better now. It was at the bottom before. When you came out of the bronze trap, your eyes were exactly the same as Wu Fa's."
Wang Han remembered that a few people looked at him with strange expressions just now.
"Don't you really have any strange feelings?" Biaozi asked again.
Wang Han shook his head, feeling nothing.
Could it be that Wang Zhonglou and Wu Fa both saw what that place looked like using bronze weapons?
When I think about it carefully, something is wrong.
After those two people's eyes turned into vertical pupils, they would definitely lose themselves and fall into a kind of killing.
Moreover, Wu Fa's appearance was more like man-made control, while Wang Zhonglou became like that completely spontaneously.
The car arrived at the teahouse in a blink of an eye.
Feng Manlou and Zhao Kui are already waiting here.
"Have you found any clues?" Feng Manlou went straight to the point after seeing Wang Han.
Wang Han told in detail what he saw and heard in his bronze robe.
Feng Manlou and Zhao Kui looked at each other and frowned, "Then we have to go to the capital?"
Yaozi played with the blade and said, "You two, my brother has also become like this. Could it be that the master of your Zhenlong Pavilion has seen the bronze nugget in that place before?"
Feng Manlou stood up from his chair when he heard this, his eyes widened, even wider than when he watched the female anchor dance.
"Impossible! This is impossible! All the Martial Gods in the past have behaved like this after entering the realm of transformation. There has never been a great master like this."
The blade that jumped between his fingers stopped.
"If I understand correctly, you all knew in advance that my brother has become like this, right?"
Anger appeared in Huang Wan's eyes, and he grabbed Feng Manlou's collar.
"Sooner or later my ninth son joining Zhenlong Pavilion will end up like this. Is it what you planned all along?"
Zhao Kui suppressed Huang Wan's wrist and said, "Seventh Young Master, don't be angry! Let us finish our words first."
"Brother Qi! Let him finish his words first." Yao Zi also pressed Huang Wan's wrist.
Feng Manlou was not angry, "I can understand your mood, but...even if Wang Han doesn't join our Zhenlong Pavilion, he will still be like this. It's not that we found Wang Han and made him the Martial God, but Wang Han
Originally it was the God of War who encountered us.
The Martial Gods of the past dynasties will end up disappearing like this. This is like fate. We at Zhenlong Pavilion don't want to see this happen. We have spent many years looking for this reason.
Originally, some important clues were found a hundred years ago, but then foreign enemies invaded, and many people in Zhenlong Pavilion joined the Great Patriotic War and sacrificed their precious lives, which also led to the interruption of the clues."
Wang Han seemed to have remembered something, "I remember my old man said that the previous generation of Martial God wanted him to be the master of the pavilion. If he said that, wouldn't my old man do the same?"
Feng Manlou took a deep look at Wang Han.
The blade in Biaozi's hand fell on his lap, "Ah Han, it was mentioned in Ma Jiugu's diary that Di Lao also visited Tongyou Tower!"
Wang Han's brain went numb.
There is a feeling of being overcharged.
Ma Jiugu did mention this incident in her diary.
"Then why didn't my old man become like the master of the pavilion?" Wang Han asked doubtfully.
Feng Manlou smiled and said, "Maybe you have to ask Di Lao about this."
Wang Han held his cell phone. It was still early in the morning, so he would ask questions carefully when it got up.
"It's been a long night. Let's all rest first. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow." Zhao Kui stood up.
Wang Han and others drove to the house rented by Mao Zi.
Wang Han's nose twitched as he went up the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Biaozi asked in confusion.
"Where does the perfume smell come from? It seems to be your girlfriend's?"
Dongzi sniffed and said, "That's nonsense. Are you crazy about women?"
After turning up the stairs, I was stunned.
There was a woman sitting at the door of my house.
It was Yaozi's 62-year-old girlfriend Xin Yan who traveled all the way to send Bao to Bao.
"Dear!" Xin Yan stood up.
Daozi stared, stepped forward and hugged Xin Yan, "Ah Han, your nose is amazing!"
"What's wrong, dear?" Xin Yan asked.
"Ahan smelled perfume when he was on the first floor and said you were here. I didn't expect you to actually come. Why are you here?"
"I miss you, don't I?" Xin Yan rubbed her head against Daozi's chest, "What's wrong with your legs, my dear?"
"It's okay, it's okay, it's freezing in the middle of the night, isn't it, honey?" Buzi opened the door.
Wang Han looked at Xin Yan and entered the door together.
After entering the door, Yaozi and Xin Yan went to the bedroom.
Wang Han and Huang Ximen Doudou were lying on their sides, preparing to make do with each other.
The urge to urinate comes.
Wang Han got up and went to the bathroom to pee, and Yao Zi walked out of the master bedroom. Through the crack in the door, he could roughly see Yao Zi's girlfriend lying on the bed with her legs swinging.
The two of them peed side by side. Wang Han rubbed his nose and said, "You're in a good partner. He's not yet menopausal at sixty-two."
He unbuttoned his pants and said, "You are so stupid and talking nonsense."
Wang Han lifted up his trousers and moved them to the side, "You have installed sprinklers on your fucking crotch? These splits are not as wide as yours with a sprinkler."
"I've been to a lot of places with heavy yin energy in the past two days, and my kidney energy is a bit insufficient." He shook his head and pulled up his pants.
"It might be a little loud later. You three, please bear with me. I'll try to resolve the battle within three minutes." Dongzi threw the cigarette butt into the toilet.
Wang Han was also tired from all the trouble, so he went back to the bedroom and lay down.
As soon as my eyes closed, there was a violent shaking sound from the next room.
Ximen Doudou rubbed his eyes, "Hey, this guy's legs are broken and he still won't stop?"
"It's not the middle leg that's broken."
The creaking and shaking sound stopped abruptly after a "Fuck" sound.
Then I heard the door of the next room being opened.
Wang Han and Huang Wan stood up almost at the same time and looked out.
Dong Zi jumped out from inside holding up his pants.
"Are you going to sleep yet?" Wang Han cursed as his nest was on fire.
Dao Zi lifted up his pants and said, "Sleep! It's not Xin Yan inside. Damn it, it's bigger than mine when I take it out!"
Wang Han and Huang Wan looked in at the same time and saw a person lying on the bed, covered with quilt and struggling, with the same hairstyle as Xin Yan. Huang Wan strode over and turned over to see that he was wearing a wig.
Bang.
Biaozi's hands were tied behind his back, and he had a ball of saliva in his mouth.
The ball was beeping.
Wang Han grabbed the ball and threw it out of the window.
boom!
A loud noise was heard.
Brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky.
The glass was blown to pieces, and the cars downstairs made wailing noises one after another.
Dao Zi wiped his mouth and said, "Damn it, chase me! Painted Skin Ghost!"
Ximen Doudou rubbed his eyes and stood at the door, "What kind of ghost?"
"One of the top ten strange people in the world, a painted-skinned ghost who can disguise himself as anyone!"
Wang Han and Huang Wan chased them out at the same time. The painted-skinned ghost disguised as a man sat on the window sill, turned over and jumped down.