"You just need to tell me where the causal connection between Lin'an and Suning started."
"How did they meet and where did they meet?"
Song Panyang was frightened and hurriedly knelt down and explained: "Emperor, Empress, regarding the matter of Lin'an Semi-Saint, I apologize for my incompetence and can't find any clues."
Qiao Wantang's face was filled with frost. He stood up and said, "No clues?"
"You keep saying you found something, but now you have no clues?"
"Song Panyang, have you thought clearly about the consequences of teasing me?"
The murderous intention was vented, directed at the man in golden armor who was kneeling in the palace.
The latter was sweating profusely and cried out in fear: "Empress, even if you lend me such courage, I don't dare to speak nonsense in front of you."
"Yes, I can't find out anything about Lin'an Half-Saint in the small world of China. I have no way of finding out about his relationship with Suning."
"But there are many other doubts, so you might as well listen to my subordinate."
He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "First, Sumusheng's grave in Taoshan Village is empty, with no bones left."
"I calculated his birth date, and it must be Hun Fei San."
"But according to what I found from the memory of Su Jianguo, the boss of the Su family, Su Musheng was controlled by evil spirits and hanged himself."
"His soul and bones should be intact."
Qiao Wantang narrowed her slender eyes, supported the throne with one hand and said, "What do you want to say?"
Song Panyang watched his words carefully, fearing that he would anger the woman above him again.
He swallowed his saliva and said: "My subordinate sensed Su Musheng's grave with his mind and happened to capture a wisp of "gas" that he had never seen before."
"It's not spiritual power, let alone immortal power."
"But I suppress the immortal power from the source. No matter how much I refine it, it is really difficult to damage it at all."
Qiao Wantang doubted the letter and said: "Bring it back?"
Song Panyang spread his left hand, and a red round stone the size of a dragon's eye flew into the air.
Qiao Wantang took it in from the air, held it in the palm of his hand and studied it carefully.
After a long while, she bit her lip and whispered: "It's not a demon, it's not a devil, it's not spiritual power, it's not fairy power."
"This anger..."
"Well, tell me your guesses and suspicions."
When the conversation changed, Qiao Wantang put away the red round stone and looked downward.
Song Panyang smiled bitterly and said: "I just feel that something is strange. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster."
"Su Musheng is a mortal, and there is no reason for him to appear in places where he shouldn't appear with this "strange energy" that crushes the immortal power."
"Furthermore, except for Su Musheng's tomb, I have checked the entire Taoshan Village and even the entire Jiangxia City one by one, and I have not found any second trace of the same strange energy."
Qiao Wantang was confused and couldn't understand the key points.
She sat back on the golden chair and said blankly, "Tell me about other doubts."
Song Panyang took the opportunity to stand up, straightened his back and said: "Second, Xia Baiyou."
"Xia Baiyou was buried in Fenghuang Mountain in Kyoto, her spirit and soul were destroyed, and her soul was completely shattered."
"She is the fourth elder of Kunlun, the woman Su Xinglan loved throughout his life."
"Inside her grave, I saw bones."
"But at the same time, I also felt the pressure from the Dharma."
"The subtle fluctuations that are too weak to be heard will completely disappear in the Chinese land in another ten years at most."
Qiao Wantang breathed rapidly and said: "You are carrying a high-quality Dharma image. The one who can bring pressure to you is undoubtedly a top-quality Dharma image."
"The remaining breath of the corpse is actually protected by the power of Dharma."
"Yuanshen, Dharma..."
Qiao Wantang raised her head sharply and said in disbelief: "It's her."
