Urban Hidden Dragon

Whoa!

The old pope opened the blinds.

Dappled sunlight shines through the windows into the attic top room with a musty smell in the air.

The room is structured like a small opera house.

The old pope walked down the steps through the auditorium.

Finally stopped in front of the stage.

He raised his head and looked at the stage.

Wang Han also walked over.

The old pope shivered and took out a big bubble gum from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wang Han followed the old pope's gaze and looked over.

There is a box covered with red cloth on the stage.

It looks like the kind of box a magician would use.

The old pope held the stage with his trembling hands.

Originally, Wang Han wanted to go up and help him, but unexpectedly, the old pope held the stage with one hand, twisted his waist, and jumped onto the stage in a coquettish posture, and then returned to his trembling posture.

Wang Han stood behind the old pope with a dark face.

The old guy is quite naughty.

Snapped!

The old pope blew a bubble.

Standing next to the box covered with red cloth.

There were two chairs at either end of the box covered with red cloth.

Wang Han walked over curiously, not knowing what this old guy wanted to do.

The old pope sat tremblingly on a chair.

Wang Han came over and wanted to sit on the chair opposite, but the old pope grabbed him.

"You can't sit in this place!"

Wang Han didn't know why.

look around.

This place is very secretive.

If it hadn't been for the old pope himself, he wouldn't have been able to discover such a place.

It is estimated that no one else in the Holy Light Religion knows that there is a weird attic room here.

"What is this place for?" Wang Han asked curiously. Even though the sun was shining in, this place always gave people a very strange feeling.

The smell in the air is also weird, a bit like going to an old house that has been abandoned for many years.

It always feels like the original owner of this place is still hanging around in the room.

The old pope's wrinkled hands gently placed on the box covered with red cloth.

Slightly absent-minded.

I don't know how long.

The old pope explained, "This place is the place closest to the Lord! You can ask a question you want to ask in this place. The way to ask the question is to let the respondent answer you with yes or no, no matter what you ask Whatever, the prophet will guide you.”

Seeing Wang Han's raised eyebrows, the old pope added, "The principle is similar to your Eastern fortune-telling."

Wang Han nodded, looked at the box covered with red cloth, turned his head and glanced at the auditorium below, feeling that it was full of people.

While he was talking, the old pope took out a candle.

Wang Han lit the candle with great discernment. The old pope dropped wax oil on the box and fixed the candle. Only then did Wang Han see that there was a Y and an N on the box.

The old pope held his breath and opened the red cloth covering the box. With sharp eyes, Wang Han saw a hole in the box below that was big enough to put his hand in.

Wang Han didn't see clearly what was inside.

The old pope grabbed Wang Han's hand with his other hand.

He looked calmly at the opposite side of the box through the flickering candle flames. It seemed that there was a person sitting on the chair opposite the box.

"Can he lead people to final victory?" asked the old pope.

After a long period of silence.

Wang Han's eyes suddenly fixed on the candle.

The flames suddenly jumped and swayed.

It swings to Y for a while and N for a while.

Unexpectedly, the flames eventually fell towards the dividing line between Y and N.

The old pope stared at the flames.

Finally it turned into a sigh.

He slowly pulled his hand out of the box.

Wang Han took a rough look and said, "What do you mean, it's -?"

The old pope nodded, indicating that this was what he meant.

"You can also ask what you want to ask!" The old pope stood up and moved away.

"Any questions are OK?" Wang Han sat down.

The old pope nodded and said yes, picked up the red cloth and motioned to Wang Han to put his hand into the hole in the box.

Wang Han thought for a while and put his hand in.

The moment he reached in, Wang Han encountered something that was a little soft and a little hard.

The moment he touched the thing, the thing actually grabbed Wang Han.

Only then did Wang Han realize that there was actually a hand inside.

That feels weird.

The most terrible thing is that the hand is still warm.

It feels like an old man's hand.

The old pope reminded, "Ask!"

Wang Han thought for a while and was a little confused about the authenticity of this thing and planned to verify it first.

Cleared his throat.

"Am I handsome?"

The flame flickered for a few seconds and then suddenly turned into a plume of black smoke and went out.

The hand inside the box also let go of Wang Han's hand.

Wang Han glared and looked back at the old pope.

"What does that mean?"

The old pope's face was full of black lines, "In the past, you are the first to leave the prophet speechless."

Wang Han laughed dryly.

"Improvisational humor, do it all over again!"

The old pope said helplessly, "Not counting the time just now, you only have one chance, don't waste it!"

Wang Han took out his lighter, "Only once?"

"Yes, if you are the Pope, you have one chance every month. If you are the Pope's successor, you only have one chance a year."

Wang Han glanced at the old pope and said, "You are in pretty good health. I want to take over your job and get a chance once a month. I don't know how long it's been since the monkey year."

The old pope choked for a long time.

Wang Han blinked his big, innocent eyes and asked knowingly, "Why don't you speak?"

The old pope smiled helplessly, "You not only silenced the prophet, you also silenced me."

Wang Han sneered and lit the candle again.

He reached into the box and held the hand that was still warm again.

Wang Han was silent for a few seconds.

He asked, staring at the empty seat behind the candle.

"Will I ever have world peace?"

The frequency of the candle flame beating gradually increased.

Wax oil also began to splash everywhere.

The flames flickered.

It seemed that this question confused him as well.

Whoa!

The flames poured towards the dividing line between Y and N again.

Wang Han turned back and looked at the old pope, "What do you mean? Schrödinger's world peace?"

The old pope patted Wang Han's shoulder lightly, "This answer, just like yours, is a variable that even the prophet cannot see clearly."

"Then the prophet can't see clearly, can the hindsight..." Wang Han wanted to say something mean, but in the middle of the sentence he was afraid that the old pope would give him a set of slide shovels.

"Let's go!"

The old pope chewed bubble gum and trembled to the edge of the stage. A deputy master of the Rolling Lotus Gate came under the stage with a chic posture, and then stood up trembling again and walked towards the door.

Wang Han followed behind and shook his head, sighing sincerely.

Talent!

Stranger than me!

After leaving the small attic, the old pope gave Wang Han a key to the small attic, "Take this key for your convenience when you come back next time."

Wang Han was stunned for a moment and took the key, "I can only come here once a year, so it doesn't matter if you give me the key... Huh? What did your physical examination show... What did the hospital say?"

The old pope turned back and looked at Wang Han, as if looking at a naughty youngster, shook his head and smiled.

Halfway through, the old pope turned back and said, "Are there any more bubble gums?"

"No, I'll have someone send you some."

"it is good!"

The old pope returned to the library.

After the investiture ceremony, the divine knight Henry took the other knights to the Knights Temple and fell asleep on his own.

Wang Han changed his clothes.

I glanced at the time and knew that I had to attend the engagement party of the Ross family company tomorrow.

When he found Yuan Miaomiao, the grandson was chatting passionately with a Spanish girl on his mobile phone. The girl was also very passionate and wanted to have an in-depth communication with Yuan Miaomiao, but was directly blocked and deleted by Yuan Miaomiao. Yuan Miaomiao once again spread the net on social media. Find a goddess who is not easy to get, and lick her until the sky is dark.

Wang Han sat on the bench.

Several clergymen walked over here carrying a lot of things.

"Lord Wang Han, these are gifts from celebrities from all walks of life and some super families."

Wang Han glanced at it.

The previous Wang Han had the status of Han Huang, which was a good thing.

Now that Wang Han has a positive identity, in other words, both black and white take it all, naturally many people will extend an olive branch to Wang Han.

Wang Han just glanced at it and said hum.

The leading cleric took out a card.

"Sir Wang Han, this thing was put into your hands after repeated instructions!"

Wang Han took it easily.

I don’t know what material the card is made of.

It is completely black, with a line in the middle and a pattern of half a golden tadpole on it.

But if you turn the card and look carefully, you will find that the pattern of the other half of the tadpole is black, almost blending into the black card body.

Wang Han was stunned for a long time after seeing this card.

It turned out to be a gift from them.