Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Chen Shao's purpose was clear: he headed straight for the Prime Minister's residence.

Whether it was intuition or Han Cao's character, he felt that this matter was inextricably linked to Han Cao.

"They can leap across rooftops and scale walls to explore strange things, and they'll be back in no time."

Before long, he found his way to Han Cao's residence, and with the blessing of the "Gentleman on the Beam," he became extremely sensitive to treasures, storerooms, and even other people's wives.

With just a little thought, one can roughly determine the location.

"No wonder so many people like to be thieves; they can rob the rich to help the poor, and also steal beautiful women and women."

Chen Shao muttered something to himself and then reached towards the roof of Han Cao's study.

As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed; his arrival was perfectly timed. From inside the study, one could faintly hear whispers of conversation.

Chen Shao held his breath and listened intently. Slowly, the [Ninja] attribute was triggered, and his figure blended into the night, becoming almost invisible.

Inside the study, the high priest and one of his men were standing in the room.

He pulled out two small figures wrapped in black cloth from his sleeve.

The cloth was covered with tiny characters written in cinnabar, and the two little figures had long, thin silver needles stuck in their bodies, with a few strands of red thread tied to the ends of the needles.

He handed the item to Han Cao.

"These two items were secretly hidden in their residence by the Prime Minister."

Chen Shao's heart skipped a beat; this Han Cao really had no dead end.

The person opposite him was clearly of a different race, judging from his attire. How dare he join forces with them to use witchcraft?

Chen Shao was filled with murderous intent.

As for the two people they mentioned, they already had a vague idea in their hearts.

Han Cao took the two little figures and examined them closely by the light of the lamp.

They quickly wrapped the items in black silk and placed them into two brocade boxes.

He looked up at the high priest and suddenly asked:

"High Priest, your wisdom is profound. Could you tell me how this snow came about?"

...He had obviously checked the weather forecast, but the high priest's face remained inscrutable.

Pointing north:

"This is the supreme supernatural power of shamanism. Prime Minister Han, changes in celestial phenomena are not something ordinary people can inquire about."

"Today's snow is merely paving the way for ghostly affairs, borrowing a little divine grace from us."

"He, Chen Shao, is also proficient in Taoist magic, but the gods of the Central Plains cannot control the gods of my grasslands."

Han Cao was completely confused, but since this was someone else's closely guarded secret, he didn't press for details.

"The High Priest is indeed highly skilled. Is this witchcraft as miraculous as the legends say? I have always been skeptical. There are no successful cases recorded in history books, but many people have lost their heads because of it."

The reason it was passed down in such a fantastical way was actually more due to the emperor's taboos and his desire to maintain his authority.

"If it were truly effective, why didn't the High Priest just cast the spell on Chen Shao directly? Why go through all this trouble?"

"It's not that I doubt the High Priest's abilities, it's just that I have a question in my heart that I must express."

"understand."

The high priest didn't mind; he chuckled.

He then pulled out a doll from his waist.

The puppet was dressed in a dragon robe, and its face bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Chen Shao, making it incredibly lifelike.

Damn... Chen Shao was dumbfounded as he watched from above.

I don't know if this bastard's magic works or not, but his carpentry skills are definitely superb.

It's a pity I don't know this witchcraft. Otherwise, with my "Great Artist" title, I could have sculpted something far more lifelike than him and killed him.

The high priest laughed and said:

"What Han Xiang may not know is that Chen Shao has an extremely strong destiny."

"He was supposed to die young, but he miraculously survived."

"Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune; his good fortune will be divine favor, and he will be able to vanquish evil and ward off misfortune."

"Is it really that mysterious?" Han Cao was dumbfounded.

"Didn't Prime Minister Han witness the Yellow Turbans' rampage at the Lantern Festival? Chen Shao was unharmed in the fire and even escaped being struck by lightning while fighting the Yellow Turbans."

"I see."

The high priest held the doll to his chest with one hand and took out a three-inch-long iron needle from his body.

Suddenly, it stabbed straight at Chen Shao's throat.

boom!

He was very strong, and the iron needle couldn't penetrate an inch, breaking instantly.

He took out another one and stabbed it into Chen Shao's eye socket.

boom!

The iron needle broke again.

The third one was aimed at Chen Shao's heart.

The iron needle broke again.

The high priest put away the effigy and shook his head, saying:

"Did Han Xiang see that? This is what they call a scourge that lives on for a thousand years. Chen Shao is tough; he won't die so easily."

"If I were to forcefully curse him, I would surely suffer a backlash, so I must use someone else to kill him and gradually erode him."

Han Cao stared wide-eyed; the little figure was carved from wood, and an iron needle should have been able to pierce it easily.

But even after three needles, it didn't budge.

"Amazing! High Priest, since Chen Shao is so powerful, you must be extremely careful when you encounter him."

The high priest sneered:

"President Han, please take me there. I know a little about the magic of the Central Plains."

"Those tricks are nothing but dog meat, not fit for a proper banquet."

"Our shamanistic religion is dedicated to eliminating these false practitioners."

The two whispered a few more words and then began to drink tea and chat.

Chen Shao counted that there were exactly three people in the room, and sneered inwardly:

"Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!"

What is the best way to humiliate your enemy?

Of course, it's 【One shot, three heroes】!

If Boss Cao hadn't humiliated her so severely, this wouldn't have happened.

Without a second thought, Chen Shao immediately made his way to Han Cao's concubine's room.

【One Shot, Three Heroes】, randomly killing three people, just right.

As soon as he climbed over the courtyard wall, he heard soft moans and groans coming from inside.

Chen Shao revealed the truth, and upon closer inspection, he saw that Han Cao's concubine was rolling around with a servant.

They came up with all sorts of tricks, and the bed frame was almost shaking to pieces.

"Who is more capable, me or the Prime Minister?"

"you..."

"What do you mean, 'what'? What's your name?"

"Lord Xiangguo..."

"..."

"Damn it," Chen Shao thought, feeling nauseous after listening for a while.

Last time I came here, I bumped into this woman lying there naked.

I've run into this kind of thing again.

This Han Cao, how many green fields are on his head?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Han Cao is already old, yet he still insists on taking a young wife. Isn't that testing the virtues of other women?

Chen Shao ultimately did not make a move.

I can't accept this.

The plan to "one shot, three heroes" has failed.

He didn't linger on the live sex show any longer, but instead, he flashed away and went to the kitchen of the Prime Minister's residence.

I stole two fragrant roast chickens from the kitchen and then sneaked back to the study's ceiling.

"Haha, Your Excellency, if this plan succeeds, you will be worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"

"High Priest, you'd better proceed with caution..."

The discussion in the study was coming to an end.

To show his respect, Han Cao personally saw him off.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was seeing off his guest, Chen Shao jumped out of the window and into the study.

He darted over in a few strides and took out the two small black cloth figures covered with silver needles from the brocade box.

Then wrap the roast chicken back in its original shape with oil paper and put it back in the box.

Then close the lid and return it to its original angle.

His movements were fluid and seamless; he was clearly a seasoned burglar.

When Han Cao returned to his room, Chen Shao had already disappeared.

He stared at the two brocade boxes in front of him, remaining silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh:

"Chen Shao, you forced me into this situation. You've driven me step by step until I have nowhere to go."