After entering Lin Huang's room on the ferry, Song Hanshan stopped talking. Looking at the various traces in the room, he frowned slightly.
Song Xuan and the old man in black also entered the room.
The graceful maid stood outside the room.
In the room, Song Hanshan stretched out his snow-white slender right hand and lightly scratched the mark on the wall. Then he bent slightly and looked into another room through the small hole in the wall.
The old man in black didn't move a step, he just turned around and looked around the room, his confused eyes particularly sharp at this moment.
Song Xuan was stunned in the room, unable to see any clues.
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About half a quarter of an hour later, Song Hanshan clapped his hands and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Yun?"
"The technique is good, more complicated than expected!"
Mr. Yun simply came to a conclusion directly.
Song Hanshan nodded, continued to look around the room, and then asked: "How many people are there?"
"I killed four out of five, only to be killed in reverse!"
The old man in black said.
Song Hanshan shook his head, "Not that many. There were at most three people who were surrounded and killed! Or even just two people. With such intricate traces, it seems that the person who handled the scene spent a lot of effort, and he was a master at misleading!
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"No matter how powerful you are, won't you be seen through by your second uncle at a glance?"
Song Xuan laughed and said.
Song Hanshan turned his head and ignored Song Xuan, but then asked the old man in black, "What is the level of the murderer's strength?"
"Not reaching the realm of King Wu!"
The old man in black replied.
"This is impossible!"
Song Xuan retorted in surprise, "Song Xieyang has the realm of King Wu, and he comes from the Song family. How can two people who are not at the realm of King Wu kill him!"
"Shut up!"
Song Hanshan suddenly turned around and stared at Song Xuan with sharp eyes. The latter shuddered in fright and suddenly did not dare to speak and lowered his head silently.
Afterwards, Song Hanshan squatted down, pointed at the damaged deep and shallow footprints on the ground and said: "One of them must be extremely powerful physically, and may have practiced the art of the Holy Body!"
The old man in black nodded, "But it's a little strange. Even if he is wearing a holy body, it is difficult to kill Song Xieyang if he is only in the realm of Marquis Wu!"
"Diving dragon!"
Song Hanshan clapped his hands and said with appreciation, "Song Xieyang is unlucky to meet such a person! But the person who really killed Xieyang should not be this person!"
"Another one?"
The old man in black frowned, "It seems that he is proficient in assassination and sword skills. There are still the auras of several formations in the room, but he still can't kill Song Xieyang!"
"wrong!"
Song Xieyang suddenly stood up, frowned slightly, and then closed his eyes.
As the latter waved his arms, a mysterious force rippled out from the room, making it unpredictable but extremely mysterious.
The old man in black frowned.
After Mo Yue took a few breaths, Song Hanshan opened his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "There is a power of King Wu, but it does not come from a living person. It is like the existence of a ghost. It was this power that killed Song Xieyang!"
"So, is it three people or four people?"
The old man in black said.
"Maybe there are two or three people." Song Hanshan shook his finger. "It should be a technique used by Yin soldiers to borrow passages or capture spirits and send generals. It may also be a Taoist technique of inviting gods, so there are ghosts.
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"Do you have a direction?"
The old man in black asked Song Hanshan.
Song Hanshan shook his head, "How can it be so fast... It will take at least half a day to fully review a battle!"
The old man in black nodded, having no doubt about Song Hanshan's abilities. After all, he was the most talented person among the previous generation of the Song family, and he was unfathomable!
Afterwards, Song Hanshan took another look at Lin Huang's room, and then walked into Song Changling's room with interest, his face obviously warmed.
"What can you catch if you use this fishing rod to fish on the sea?"
Song Hanshan picked up the fishing rod in the room and walked to the window with a smile on his face.
The old man in black remained silent, but Song Xuan, who lowered his head, frowned. He could clearly hear the happiness in Song Hanshan's voice.
This was an expression he had never seen before.
Song Hanshan looked at Lin Huang's room through the small hole in the wall again, his eyes a little strange and playful.
When everyone was slightly confused, Song Hanshan sat down on the ground, causing the old man in black and Song Xuan in the room, as well as the maid outside the room, to widen their eyes.
They had never seen Song Hanshan come into contact with anything unclean. Even if he killed someone, the sword in his hand would never leave any trace of blood.
Now he was sitting on the ground.
Song Hanshan himself was a little indifferent at the moment. He slowly closed his eyes. A picture seemed to be building in his consciousness, and his voice came out slowly:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming!"
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"
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After Song Hanshan finished reading a poem, his eyes opened and a smile slowly extended from the corner of his mouth, "Have you started to enter Taoism? No Taoist scholar has the courage to make the world sink into the sea!"
"Second Young Master, this is..."
The old man in black finally noticed, but before he could finish speaking, Song Hanshan waved his hand to stop him.
But Song Xuan and the maid were confused!
After the four people left Song Changling's room, they went straight to the room next to Pei Xiufu.
Song Hanshan crushed the ashes on his fingertips with his hand, frowned slightly, and became a little ugly, and then looked at the old man in black next to him...
The old man in black also frowned. Although there was only a trace of ashes left, they still saw a lot of things.
"It seems that this matter has something to do with the three assassins Wang Ting. Otherwise, with the strength of Sun Lao Martial Saint, no matter what, there will be no time to save Song Xieyang!"
The old man in black said.
Song Hanshan shook his head, "This matter may be more interesting than we thought! I'm afraid we have encountered some tough situations! Jianghu... is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!"
As he spoke, Song Hanshan wiped the ashes from his fingertips, and a cold look appeared on his gentle face, "But even a dragon should not provoke my Song family like this."
"Do you have a list of everyone on the ferry?"
Song Hanshan suddenly asked Song Xuan behind him.
"Not yet... not yet! The people who went to the Posuo Domain haven't come back yet. It's estimated that it will take another three to five days!"
Song Xuan's face became a little uneasy.
Fortunately, Song Hanshan did not get angry and rolled up his sleeves, "Then let the forces behind those people who died with Song Xieyang send me a record before sunset today, removing all the Martial Emperor realms."
People! Get rid of people below the realm of Marquis Wu! Get rid of women! Get rid of people who weigh more than 200 and less than 100!"
"I'll order you down immediately!"
Song Xuan nodded quickly and left the room quickly.
After Song Hanshan finished giving his instructions, his expression seemed to become much more leisurely, and then he walked to the room where Song Changling was. After walking back and forth for a few steps, he said to the maid outside the room: