Wang Han was pulled to Lao Zheng's house and wrote a few words with a brush. When he was about to leave, Wang Han smiled again.

"Old Zheng, give me some paper and I will write something myself."

Lao Zheng watched Wang Han write and write.

"Lao Jiu, I don't remember what you have in your home?"

Wang Han smiled and said, "What are you raising me?"

Leisurely returned to the place where Lao Hongbo was imprisoned.

Wang Han carefully pasted the newly written words on the wall.

He clapped his hands and walked out the door with satisfaction.

With the help of the hanging horse lantern, the faint light.

Lao Hongbo looked over, and when he saw the four words, he sprayed blood in anger.

"Wang Han! I am irreconcilable with you!"

The old man with oil head was very curious and stretched his neck to see.

Four big words were posted on the wall.

"The trough head prospers!"

Wang Han hummed a little song, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and found that it was Xuanyuan Yufeng, the wind protector.

"What's wrong with Senior Xuanyuan?"

"The whereabouts of Commander Xuanwu Su Hengyang is found."
Chapter completed!