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But Lin Hao and the master of Wanbao Pavilion were not brothers just now.

When he got into the room and lay on the bed, as soon as the boy in green closed the door and left, Lin Hao immediately turned up. There was no drunkenness on his face, and his red face suddenly went back to its normal color.

He went to have a simple wash and had a look. He left his clothes covered with dust on the ground. Then he lay back on the bed and went to sleep comfortably.

As soon as they went out, they immediately went to wash and change clothes. When they came out, there were several thin pages of paper on the table.

The story and route of Lin Hao's journey are briefly described above. Even when he went to Fenglin palace, he had contact with the people of the Tianlong empire in the tavern, including the suspected entry into the tomb of emperor Yaoguang.

At the end of the paper, the two big arrows pointed to the name of the God of death.

"It's really a stormy world..." with a sigh, the owner of wanbaoge sat down at the table again and looked at the thin pages of the report carefully.

Lin Hao doesn't worry about the other side checking his own background at all. It's better to say that since he dares to come here, he doesn't care how much information the other side holds.

Anyway, the owner of Wanbao Pavilion is also a smart man, and the division between public and private is extremely clear. Even in terms of Lin Hao's strength, he will not talk nonsense with the information in hand.

Tonight we all go to sleep, the next day or smile Yingying greeting.

Outside the wanbaoge, the name of the white bone God of death has been widely spread. Some worshippers even set up small cults to burn, kill and plunder while their reputation is still there.

In the Wanbao Pavilion, the three people live in peace. Lin Hao and Yu Wenhu are even more flustered. Today they go to help you clean up the shelves, tomorrow they will drink tea on the roof, and the day after tomorrow they will play piano and chess with the young man in green clothes. It's a happy life.

However, such a leisurely time soon came to an end with the return of the master of Wanbao Pavilion.

He first gave Lin Hao a thin sheet of paper to warn him that the search was not going well. Then he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid we can't find Qinglong's blood on this continent, at least in the Terran territory."

At the end of his speech, he didn't say much, but hesitated again. He said in a very soft tone, even in a somewhat low voice: "Mr. Lin, it's not peaceful on the mainland recently, and countries as big and small as stars have stepped up their guard."

"Well, so, what do you want to say?" At that time, Lin Hao was lying on the rocking chair. One of the young men in green was rubbing his legs and the other was playing the piano and singing.

And Lin Hao is really like a rich man, enjoying the service with peace of mind, but in a word, he finished reading the thin page and conveniently put it on the small table with wine and fruit.

It was clear that the other side didn't mean to be threatened, and the tone was the same as before, with laziness and carelessness. However, after reading those pages of reports, the owner of Wanbao Pavilion did not dare to speak to the other side as before.