When I heard Sister Hua's quotation, I suddenly took a breath of air.

Good guy, it costs 300,000 yuan to get some information. I have spent all my money recently and have no income from expenditures. It seems that I have to accept a few more business seriously, otherwise I will really not be able to live this life.

Although the price is expensive, it is life-saving news after all. Only by knowing the situation of Bataan's accomplices can we live a stable life. Otherwise, we will always be in fear. Maybe some more subdued divisions will come over at some time, but we don't have it.

It was such good luck yesterday that we were able to meet some experienced people from Tayun Mountain who came to rescue us.

I didn't hesitate and asked Sister Hua to check on Badan's situation.

It shouldn't be difficult for this matter. After all, Bataan is a somewhat famous head-dropping master in Thailand. I seem to have heard Zhu Guoao say before that he can rank almost in the top twenty among the head-turning masters in Thailand.

After Sister Hua has finished inquiring about the news, we will decide what to do next.

What we need to do now is to recuperate from our injuries. In the case of the injuries that the sloppy Taoist priest and I were injured, we probably wouldn’t be able to recover even if we didn’t last ten days and a half.

Mainly because of the fight, which consumed a lot of our spiritual energy. Those external injuries didn't matter. They didn't hurt muscles or bones, they were all skin injuries.

The sloppy Taoist priest stayed at my house for a few days and felt that nothing happened, so he said he wanted to leave and go out for a walk by himself.

I didn't let this kid go. I was so scared for that green soul that I almost lost my life several times. Now that he got a good thing, he just patted his ass and left. It couldn't be that easy. I want to keep him and follow me.

Do some business, make more money, and make up for my shortfall here.

In addition, the matter of the head-dropping master has not been resolved. He wants to stay and figure out a solution with me.

The sloppy Taoist priest did not refuse and said he would stay with me for a few more days. He had nothing serious to do anyway.

He just doesn't want to stay in one place all the time. He can't stay idle at all. Since coming down from the mountain, he has been running around, traveling thousands of miles, seeing all kinds of things in the world, and experiencing the world of mortals. It is precisely because he has seen so many things and knows so many things.

There are many different kinds of people, that's why they are so smooth-tongued, good at dancing, talking to others and telling ghosts.

Three days later, news came from Sister Hua about Bataan.

Badan lives in a city called Chiang Mai in northern Thailand, which is also the place where he was born. He spends most of his time in Thailand. Sometimes when doing business, he will also go to Hong Kong Island or Treasure Island and some small countries in Southeast Asia. He is best at

His method is to inflict death on people, which is the kind that can't be untied once a person is planted with a head. The price he charges is also very high. Not even a hundred people have died in his hands, but at least a hundred.

There are more than eighty people.

Badan's master is called Zong La. He is one of the top three head-dressing masters in Thailand and is very prestigious throughout Thailand.

His master was also nicknamed Ghost King, Ghost King Zong La.

The reason why it has this name is because this Zongla is famous for its ghost subjugation, and he keeps several very powerful ghosts around him. Of course, the other head-subduing masters of this Zongla can also do it, and they are also very strong. For example, some medicine drop,

Insect drop, mixed drop...

This head-dropping master named Zong La lives on a small island among the Similan Islands in the Andaman Sea, 90 kilometers northwest of Phuket, Thailand. Most of the time, Zong La will not leave where he lives.

On that small island, people have been practicing the art of lowering their heads for many years.

Zong La accepted a total of three disciples, one was named Songpa Shan, the other was Guwang, and the other was Badan.

According to Sister Hua's investigation from the Wanluo Sect, no news about these three people has been found in Thailand in recent days.

Until yesterday, there was no definite news from the Wanluo Sect. Someone found traces of Songpa Shan in Phuket Island, and he probably went to find his master, Ghost King Zongla.

These are the information that Sister Hua helped me find out. I turned on the external voice, and the sloppy Taoist priest heard everything, but he didn't say a word.

I pondered for a moment and said to Sister Hua: "Sister Hua, is there any other news you want to tell me?"

"That's all we've found for the time being. If you still want to know something, we can ask someone to check it for you at no additional charge." Sister Hua said.

"Okay, that's it for now. If there is a new situation, I will contact Sister Hua." I said.

Sister Hua pondered for a moment and said: "Xiaojie, were you killed both of Ghost King Zongla's two disciples? Have you made enemies with those people?"

"It's not the last time I went to Hong Kong Island to have a grudge against Badan. Together with a group of veterans from Tayun Mountain, we killed three and escaped with one, so I asked Sister Hua to inquire about these things." I said.

"Xiao Jie, you have to be careful. The ghost king Zong La doesn't come out of the mountain all year round. Once he goes out, there will be a bloody storm. You should be prepared in advance. Those you killed are probably Zong La's two disciples. His

How could one be so willing to give up when his beloved disciple was killed?" Sister Hua reminded.

"I understand, Sister Hua, thank you for reminding me."

We chatted for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

The sloppy Taoist priest said with a sullen face: "It's really troublesome. One after another, the guy named Xiong Jun who escaped must be Badain's senior brother Songpashan. The people from Wanluo Sect found out that he appeared in

We arrived in Phuket, and the ghost king Zong La is on an island near Phuket, and he probably went to complain to his master."

"What should we do? If the ghost king Zongla comes here, we will definitely not survive." I said depressedly.

"Whatever, it's a blessing or not. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. It's really not possible. I'll find some powerful masters from the Maoshan Sect to deal with that ghost king Zongla and make sure he never comes back." The sloppy Taoist priest was a bit vicious.

said.

"Can you really find help?" I asked excitedly.

"Now... it's a bit difficult. Our Maoshan Sect has rules. After you leave the school, you have to practice for three years. Within these three years, you can't ask for help from the Maoshan Sect. No matter life or death, as long as you find the Maoshan Sect, it will be considered a failure in the training. You will have to

If I go back and rebuild, I will have to stay on the mountain for at least six years before I can go down again. I don’t want to go back." The sloppy Taoist priest said depressedly.

"What the hell are you talking about? It's useless to do this." I said.

"Oh, I remembered. We can find Gu Haoran, a master of swordsmanship. I think he can deal with the ghost king Zong La." The sloppy Taoist priest suddenly had an idea.

"Forget it, I guess Brother Gu is no match for that person. Zong La is one of the top three head-dressing masters in Thailand. How powerful is his cultivation? Although Brother Gu's swordsmanship is outstanding, it is still among the top three sword masters in Thailand.

Within the big sect, it is above average, unless..."

"Unless what?" asked the sloppy Taoist priest.
Chapter completed!