Bai Zhiweng looked at Shu Guan with a look that looked like a god.
Although to ordinary people, he himself is a god, Bai Zhiweng himself does not have this consciousness, and he also knows that in the world of practice, he is only a very weak existence.
And just now, he saw true "power".
Bai Zhiweng knew that Shu Guan was very powerful, but he had not experienced the entire battle on the bank of the river two months ago, and he had not even seen the process of Lao Dao Baozi being killed.
So Bai Zhiweng didn't know how powerful Shu Guan was. In the morning, Shu Guan killed the forbearance killing team in front of him. Bai Zhiweng thought that was Shu Guan's "power".
But it wasn't until he witnessed the battle just now that Paper Old Man realized that the few cultivators from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun in the morning might just be an appetizer to his benefactor.
There are a total of fifty-two practitioners, Bai Zhiweng clearly counted them just now.
Among them are those in the Qi-entraining stage, those in the first awareness stage, those in the fetal movement stage, and even a powerful person in the Nascent Soul stage.
That was the power of Yuanying. It was a state that Bai Zhiweng had never dreamed of reaching before, but he was shot to death by this young man named Shu with four arrows.
At that moment, Bai Zhiweng felt a trembling sensation all over his body, and he had the urge to kneel down and kowtow.
As for the other fifty-one practitioners, this young man named Shu only spent five minutes to kill them all.
No one could escape, no one could offer real resistance.
The young man named Shu was like a lion rushing into a flock of sheep, easily completing the slaughter.
The white-paper man stared blankly at the young man writing on the wall, and countless thoughts and thoughts rushed through his heart.
After Shu Guan finished writing the three words "I'm still here", he threw down the broom and walked directly to the second floor.
He walked around the room on the second floor that was supposed to be Minamoto Sakurako's boudoir, especially when he walked to the cabinet and looked behind it.
In the corner behind the cabinet, a talisman is quietly pasted.
That was the talisman he left here last time.
Two months have passed, and this talisman has still not been discovered.
Perhaps those practitioners did not dare to enter Yuan Yingzi's boudoir, and the spiritual power fluctuations of the guarding talisman left by Shu Guan were very light, much lighter than the spiritual power of Bai Zhiweng's paper figures. The fluctuations are even fainter. Unless Xiang Shu Guan is so close at this moment, it will be difficult to detect the existence of this talisman.
At the same time, this talisman has never been triggered, which means that Yuan Yingzi has never come back.
...What on earth is that princess of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun planning in Shen City...
Shu Guan stayed in the room silently for a few minutes, and then walked out of the room.
After going downstairs, he said to Paper Man:
"I'll leave a few of your little paper figures in the garden later."
Paper Old Man said "Ah" and finally came to his senses, then he said carefully:
"The little old man's paper figurine can easily be discovered in a place like this."
This garden is very quiet. Even if you hide the little paper figure in the grass or in the woods, there is still a high possibility that it will be discovered when a practitioner comes.
"It doesn't matter. If you are discovered, you will be discovered. I just need to know that they are here again."
Shu Guan smiled indifferently.
The purpose of letting Paper Man put paper figures here is to know when a new group of practitioners from the Black Dragon Society will arrive, so that he can come and "clean up" in time.
This is also one of the reasons why Shuguan brought the white paper man here tonight.
After walking out of the small building and returning to the small pond where corpses were scattered all over the place, Shu Guan turned around and said to Paper Old Man:
"Give me a blank piece of paper."
The white paper man was a little confused, but he immediately took out a piece of white paper from his robe and handed it to Shu Guan respectfully.
Shu Guan took the white paper and looked at it.
It's just an ordinary piece of white paper, but it makes Paper Man's paper equestrian skills even more mysterious.
"Where did you buy this blank paper?"
Then Shu Guan asked again.
Paper Old Man seemed to recall something, and then said:
"The paper I'm using now seems to have been bought when I passed through a small town over Jiangzhou last time."
That's no problem.
Shuguan folded the white paper into a paper crane, threw it into the pool of blood at his feet, and then continued walking forward.
Paper Old Man looked at him very puzzled, not understanding what his benefactor meant by this move.
After walking out of the gate of the consulate, Shu Guan pointed to the Oriental Hotel opposite and explained to Paper Man:
"Put a few paper figures in there too."
Although Bai Zhiweng was still puzzled, he immediately followed the instructions.
"If there are practitioners who leave this consulate in the future, anyone who can follow them should follow them to see what they are doing."
Then Shu Guan smiled and told the reason why he asked Paper Man to do this. Then his face became serious, looked at Paper Man and asked lightly.
"Can you keep what you saw tonight a secret?"
"Benefactor..."
Paperwhite's body suddenly shook, and then his face showed an expression that seemed to have made some decision.
"My benefactor, I have something else to do today. After I finish that matter, I will be willing to follow my benefactor and work for the cows and horses. As long as my benefactor encourages me, I will never refuse."
The white paper man bent down and said to Shu Guan in such a respectful voice.
Shu Guan smiled again.
This was another reason why he brought Paper Man to the Consulate of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun tonight to let him watch him kill all the Black Dragon Society practitioners.
He wanted Paper Guy to see his true strength.
This is the same as Shu Guan's purpose of revealing his identity as a practitioner in front of Du Wenqiang.
To control the city, he needs some friends, some helpers, and some subordinates.
Although the little old man in front of me is not a good person, sometimes some things must be done by such a person.
Moreover, this white paper man's Taoist skills are indeed somewhat magical, and he should be a very good helper.
After smiling, Shu Guan did not directly agree to Paper Man, but just said casually:
"From now on, you don't have to call me "Gong En Gong" all the time. You can just call me Mr. Shu."
The old man slowly raised his head, his old face full of excitement and gratitude.
He was willing to be Shu Guan's slave, not only because he was grateful for Shu Guan's two life-saving graces, but also because he had just witnessed Shu Guan's super strength and thunderous methods.
Why don't hardworking people like them who are often in danger want to find a shelter for themselves?
This is why Bai Zhiweng has been trying to find a way to join Dajiang Hall for the past two months.
But now, he has a better choice.
"Is what you are going to do now related to the commission you received?"
Then Shu Guan asked.
"Yes, the little old man asked a few paper cranes to take the man away yesterday and hide him in a secret place. Now the little old man is going to send him to Jinling first. One night should be enough for the round trip."
Shu Guan thought of the words said by the other man in black that he had heard in Runling Hall, and after pondering for a while, he said:
"Bring that person to me."
…
After Paper Man left, Shu Guan did not go back to the horse racing hall directly. He thought of another thing, that is, the life-saving knife that he gave to Luo Sheng for repair. Today happened to be the tenth day.
Shu Guan was going to see if Luo Sheng had repaired the knife.
As for the fact that it is late at night, for practitioners, there is often no difference between day and night.
Soon after, Shu Guan's figure appeared on Gaojia Street, standing in front of the villa where Goldman Sachs lived.
Shu Guan radiated his spiritual power slightly, then stood there and waited.
He waited for about ten minutes, and then he saw the light in the living room on the first floor turned on, and Luo Sheng's burly figure strode out from inside.
He was wearing a velvet pajamas, but it seemed that he had already rested.
When he reached the iron gate, Luo Sheng looked at Shu Guan outside the door with slightly wary eyes.
"I am number 807."
Shu Guan quickly said something like this in a deep voice, still wearing a mask on his face, and then said slightly apologetically:
"I'm not disturbing you."
Luo Sheng said oh and said calmly:
"Just don't come before nine o'clock. Before nine o'clock I have to tell the children a story."
"I have repaired your knife, please wait a moment."
After speaking, Luo Sheng turned around and walked back.
Looking at his extremely burly back, Shu Guan's expression under the mask was a little weird. It was really hard to tell that this guy was actually a warm-hearted dad.
Three or four minutes later, Luo Sheng came back with a long cloth bag.
When he came to Shu Guan, he took off the cloth strip and revealed the life-saving knife inside.
"This sword has been repaired, but it is certainly not as effective as when it was not damaged. The effectiveness will naturally be weakened."
Luo Sheng handed the life-saving knife to Shu Guan.
Shu Guan took out the long and wide sword from the scabbard, and saw that the blade was as white as snow, with a sharp edge like water flowing on the blade. However, where the two blades were originally connected, there was a very faint line. Very fine seams.
Shuguan held the blade and gently broke it.
His "gentleness" was powerful enough to break a big tree, but the blade did not tremble at all.
Shu Guan nodded with satisfaction.
Although the blade has marks and is a bit ugly, it is still usable.
"How much?"
Then he looked up at Luo Sheng and asked.
"I said last time that the minimum price cannot be less than 100,000 silver dollars. This time to help you repair this sword, I used a few very rare and precious materials... Well, let me give you 150,000 silver dollars."
Shu Guan didn't bargain, he just took out a few banknotes and handed them over.
For 150,000 silver dollars, you can get a magic weapon that is a human-immortal upper level. It is actually very worthwhile.
It's just that one-tenth of the silver coins I exchanged for the lightning-struck wood last time were lost. It really felt like spending money was like running water.
"Thank you."
Shu Guan wrapped the life-saving knife in the cloth strip again and said this to Luo Sheng.
"No need, you pay me to do the work, it's just business."
Luo Sheng said lightly, turned around and walked towards the house.
…
When Shu Guan returned to the Zouma Pavilion, he heard the little girl's cheerful laughter still coming from Han Biao's room on the second floor. However, Wang Ru had not left yet, so Shu Guan did not disturb her.
It is said that every time the little girl Wang Ru comes, the smile on the face of Han Biao, who has always been serious about words, will increase a lot. Maybe Uncle Han regards Wang Ru as his daughter who was killed.
Shu Guan placed the life-saving knife on the long table, preparing to give it to Han Biao after Wang Ru left.
Not long after he sat down, Paper Man led a middle-aged man into the gate of the horse racing hall.
He was a dark, thin, middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance, but he had a strong sense of elegance and a very special concentration in his eyes. He was wearing an ordinary old suit. The sleeves and collar of the shirt are already a little fuzzed, and the white shirt underneath is also a little yellowed, but it is very clean.
It can be seen that this person is not sloppy, but he doesn't care much about his clothes.
The first time Shu watched this middle-aged man, he classified him among Mr. Wen Ren and Qian Jing'an.
This person is a scholar.
And there is one difference from people like Mr. Wen Ren and Qian Jing'an. This person should be the kind of person who has no interest in anything else except the knowledge he studies.
Shuguan stood up with a smile, politely asked the middle-aged man to sit down, and then personally helped the middle-aged man make a pot of tea.
He uses the best tea here.
"This is Professor Tang Jinan, and this is Mr. Shu."
"If it weren't for Mr. Shu's help, I might not be able to come back to see you, Professor Tang."
Paper Old Man introduced the two of them.
The middle-aged man looked at Shu Guan with a curious and incredulous look. It seemed that the paper man had already introduced some things about Shu Guan to him on the way here.
At the same time, there was still some frightened look on the middle-aged man's face.
"Professor Tang, have a cup of tea first."
Shu Guan placed the poured teacup in front of him.
Tang Jinan picked up the tea cup and took a big sip, calming down a little, then smiled bitterly and said:
"Before today, I didn't believe that gods really existed in this world!"
He looked at Shu Guan, then at Bai Zhanweng, and then he became excited again.
"I have seen too many things that violate the rules of physics today. If the power you have for people like you is real, then this world should not be real. Otherwise, how could there be two completely different basic rules? Woolen cloth!"
"I now feel that the entire modern physics rule system may be completely wrong...and my research should also be wrong, but why can it be continuously proven to be correct in experiments..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man kept grabbing his hair, his eyes became a little wandering, and he seemed to be lost in some kind of thinking.
Shu Guan laughed again. He was indeed right. This was a pure person who only lived in his academic world.
But it is often this kind of talent that can achieve amazing achievements in the field he focuses on.
Then Shu Guan said a few words.
"Perhaps, we are real, the physical rules you know are also real, and this world is also real."
"Physics is a way to understand the world, but only by seeing the most microscopic can we understand the most macroscopic."
"Professor Tang, do you think you can now understand the most microscopic things in this world?"
Tang Jinan suddenly raised his head and looked at Shu Guan in disbelief.
The white-paper old man had a blank expression on his face, as if he was reading a book from heaven.
