Chapter 2086 Ghost Coin Slave

"Ghost Coin Slave?" I asked a little strangely: "What is Ghost Coin Slave? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Gao Shenghan explained as he walked: "There is a small sect that has emerged recently in the Middle East. This sect does not respect gods and does not believe in any creator. Instead, it is extremely obsessed with money. They regard money as a god and are willing to be slaves of coins. On the surface, it looks very much like extreme money worship. But in fact, this is not the case. This small sect also has some abilities, and it is gradually developing and growing, and has attracted the close attention of Interpol."

"I have also received many similar cases, saying that they can use money to seduce people's spirit and will and do some extraordinary actions. To put it simply, they use money to make people crazy. If it doesn't work, then more More, more!"

"At first, I thought it was just a joke. Even if there is no evil magic, as long as there is enough money, most people can be obsessed with it and go crazy. But as the number of cases gradually increases, various investigations have Gradually, I realized that this was not the case at all..."

"A prince in Saudi Arabia suddenly disappeared. A few days later, he was found dying in a slum. He clutched a one-dollar rial in his hand and refused to let go. He died within a few days after he was rescued. He died in a very horrific state, just like an African refugee, with only skin and bones left in his body. The portrait on the banknote that he had been holding tightly in his hand also changed into his own, and it was the same as he looked when he died. "

"There is a very wealthy timber merchant in Salvador, Brazil, but he is very stingy, both to his family and friends and to himself. He is known to be stingy. Some time ago, for some unknown reason, he suddenly became generous and bought a lot of electrical appliances, food and clothes. , given to the poor for free. He also donated a large amount of money to charities, sold his properties and companies, and donated them all to the Red Cross. When he spent all his last penny, he jumped from a 21-story building Come down and die with a note of the smallest denomination tightly clutched in your hand!"

"There is a retired banker in Texas, USA. This old man is exactly the opposite of the lumber dealer. After retirement, he donated most of his savings and took his wife back to his hometown farm to live happily. He started living in the countryside. But not long after, he suddenly went crazy. He picked up an ax and chopped his wife to death, killed all the chickens and ducks, and then wiped his own neck. When the police found out, the entire farm was in chaos. There was a pool of blood, and he was clutching a dollar bill tightly in his hand."

"In just a few months, dozens of similar cases have occurred. Each of the deceased had completely different occupations and habits during their lifetime. Apart from clutching a piece of paper money with the smallest denomination when they died, what they had in common was that they were None of them were poor, and on the contrary, they were all extremely wealthy. Because of this, their deaths attracted close attention from all walks of life. Criminal police from various countries tried their best, but could not find any clues. However, when all the cases were combined, Found a strange place!" Gao Shenghan narrowed his eyes when he said this.

"That is, similar cases have occurred all over the world, but not in China. Therefore, many people suspected that the murderer was Chinese from the beginning. Later, as the investigation gradually unfolded, Interpol finally discovered this mysterious The small sect originated in the Middle East and was founded by a group of Jews. It has nothing to do with China, so this groundless suspicion was gradually eliminated."

"It stands to reason that this should be considered a very sensational international news, what? There is no news at all in your Yinwu circle." Gao Shenghan asked strangely.

I shook my head: "I've never heard of this!"

"Unless someone finds me, or needs something, or posts some clues, I rarely appear in the circle. Besides, I've been very busy recently, so I haven't watched much."

"Then why do you think this cult failed to enter China?" Gao Shenghan turned his attention to me.

"Maybe he didn't dare, or maybe he tried it and was kicked out." Seeing that he was a little puzzled, I explained: "The femininity circle is completely different from other industries. It is very exclusive, and it starts from The kind that shines through in the bones! No matter how much hatred the people in the circle have, once there is an invasion by foreign forces, they will immediately stop and drive the foreign enemies out first. Moreover, when the opponent is fighting with the foreign enemies, they will never take the opportunity to make a sneak attack. , and even take the initiative to help.”

"In the final analysis, the entire Chinese underworld has the same origin, but the factions are different. Our ancestors also..." Suddenly, I thought of something, turned around and asked: "Gao Gao, are you talking about the spirit world?" Is Baohui’s Zuo Dharma Protector also in Syria?”

"That's right." Gao Shenghan nodded: "Old monk Dujiu was killed by you, but aren't his disciples still alive? We asked them to identify him. The person in the photo is the left of the Lingbao Society. The protector is called Lei Haotian. He is also in Syria now, you see."

After saying that, he took out a photo and handed it to me.

This photo was taken in the desert, surrounded by cacti as tall as a person. There is a green two-headed snake lying on the sand in the lower left corner. This is the corner that Gao Shenghan deliberately cut off to show me.

There are seven or eight figures in the entire photo, and in the center is an old man with a big beard and a white cloth wrapped around his head. He is very tall, but slightly thin, and has a murderous look on his face. This guy should be the leader of the Syrian opposition.

Standing on the left side in front of him was a man in a suit with a Chinese face and glasses, gesturing with his hands and saying something to him.

Next to the man with glasses is a fat, bald man with a long dark red scar on the left side of his face.

There are two foreigners standing on the right side of the bearded man.

One is a black man, more than two meters tall, with muscles as strong as an iron tower. He has his arms folded and his face is expressionless.

The other is a white man with curly blond hair, wearing sunglasses and a half-smile.

A little further away, there were seven or eight guys standing around with various weapons and white cloths wrapped around their heads. It seemed that these were all bearded personal bodyguards.

Gao Shenghan pointed and said: "The big beard in the middle is the opposition leader Imzai. The curly-haired foreigner is the Sagittarius among the twelve disciples who was killed by me in Xinjiang. Of course, I didn't know his true identity. Judging from the positions where he and the nigger were standing, they should be together, and it looked like they were here to talk to Imzai about something."

"As for the bald scar face, he is Lei Haotian, the left guardian of the Lingbao Society, and the man in the suit is Lin Zhenbang, the murderer of Wu Bingxiong."

"Let me take a look!" At this moment, Zhang Tianbei, who had been walking in front, suddenly shouted, turned around and grabbed the photo.