The old man looked up at him.
He is a little old, but his eyes are still very dignified, and there is no smile on his stern face. It is Yin Buhu, the former leader of the demon sect who should have died. He stared straight at Ji Han. , slowly asked, "But have you caught it?"
Ji Han said: "Yes."
Yin Buhu asked again, "The traitor has already sent the news?"
Ji Han nodded: "Send it out."
A smile finally appeared on Yin Buhuo's face: "You did a great job."
Ji Han: "Thank you for your praise."
Yin Buhu stood up.
"The days of the martial arts conference are not far away." He said, "Go to Baicang Mountain first, arrange carefully, and leave immediately."
Ji Han was slightly startled, and couldn't help but say, "Foster father, my injury..."
Although his injury was not as severe as Zhao Jiangui thought, he was still injured anyway, and the doctor also said that he still needed to rest, and it would be inconvenient to travel long distances.
Yin Buhuo said coldly, "How is your injury?"
Ji Han's voice suddenly dropped: "My injury... is not serious."
Yin Buhuo said: "It's just some minor injuries. If you are so spoiled, how can I trust the Holy Religion to you with peace of mind."
Ji Han whispered: "...I know I was wrong."
Yin Buhu nodded with a gloomy face, and said, "You don't have to worry, you go ahead, and I will bring someone to help you."
Ji Han said: "Yes."
Yin Buhu asked again, "Where did you keep that Zhao Jiangui?"
Ji Han said: "Detained in the dungeon with Xiaolin."
Yin Buhu said, "Zhao Jiangui is not a simple person. Even if he is already in prison, you must not take him lightly."
Ji Han nodded and said, "I will send someone to supervise him."
"Strictly guard?" Yin Buhu sneered, "Only dead people can do bad things."
Ji Han looked at him in amazement.
Yin Buhuo: "You go now."
Ji Han: "I..."
Yin Buhu asked sharply, "Do you understand?"
Ji Han was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."