If he had been through something like this, an ordinary person would have died on the street long ago.
But it is not an easy thing to let a grandmaster die.
Although he suffered a lot during this period of time, Xiaoshan still lived tenaciously.
Sometimes he thought about killing himself, but he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide. He could only become the laughing stock of others on the street and be beaten and scolded by others.
The saying that life is worse than death is nothing more than that.
The girl next to him kept pestering her, grabbing Xia Shang's arm and asking, "I'm talking to you!"
Xia Shang then raised his head and looked at her: "You didn't answer my question, why did you help him so much? If it was out of sympathy, there are so many poor people in the world, why was it him?"
The girl frowned: "He...he looks a bit like my dead father."
Not expecting such an answer, Xia Shang was slightly surprised. Xiao Shan beside him was also slightly startled and stopped kowtowing.
Xia Shang looked at Xiao Shan again, knelt down and whispered in his ear: "It's been seven days, and your reputation has spread throughout the capital. I thought that when I heard about your experience, I would show up to save you. In this way, I
I can catch him and find out what I want to know. But in the end, there was no progress at all. It seems that you love your son very much. You thought that your father and son have a deep love. If your son sees his father suffering, he will never leave him alone.
...Sigh, I was still one step short of the mark, and I was too naive. I just didn’t expect that in the end, I was looking forward to your son, but instead I was looking forward to a brothel girl who sympathized with you. Is this gratifying or sad? "
Xiao Shan did not answer, but inserted his hands into the snow and clasped them tightly.
Xia Shang's words are absolutely correct. Xiao Shan has been looking forward to the appearance of his son. He believes that if his son is really in the capital, he will definitely appear.
result……
For seven days, I didn't see any trace of my son.
Thinking back to the time when Xiao Yao secretly ordered the massacre of the Ancient Sword Sect and suffered public outrage, he had to send him away under great pressure and blocked the fate of the Haotian Alliance to protect his only son. If it hadn't been for this decision, Haotian would have
Tianmeng's status in the world will not plummet, let alone the current situation.
Xiao Shan originally thought that he had paid so much for his son, and his son would see it after all.
In times of trouble, my son will inevitably appear.
But reality is always cruel. The imagined ending did not appear. Instead, an unknown brothel woman provided the only help.
"Could it be that the love I have given over the years is not as good as that of a brothel woman?"
The only concern in Xiao Shan's heart was gone, and he said sadly and stubbornly: "He is no longer in the capital, he is definitely not in the capital..."
"Originally, I used you to lure Xiao Yao out, but now it seems that you have no use at all."
Xiao Shan's heart tightened. He didn't know what Xia Shang was thinking, so he looked up at him.
Xia Shang smiled: "I feel you are ready now."
After saying that, a figure in white suddenly appeared behind Xiao Shan. Before Xiao Shan could react, his head was covered.
"What are you doing?" The girl next door saw something was wrong and shouted hurriedly.
But the woman who fell from the sky ignored her at all, grabbed Xiao Shan's collar, jumped up, and flew directly to the top of the third floor, leaving the girl next door stunned.
Xia Shang looked at the girl and was stunned, and patted her gently: "Girl, what's your name?"
"Who are you? Why should I tell you?"
"I'm the boss of Yunxianglou. If you're interested, come hang out with me."
…
The faint smell of blood spreads from the long alley to the street, and you can feel it even at the Flower Street and Xinghu Lake, which is separated by two cross streets.
Xia Shang sneezed and looked in the direction where the smell came from. He didn't pay much attention to it. He almost reached the end of Flower Street and went to another place.
In the alley with the strongest smell of blood, Li Xiangyang walked to the scene escorted by a team of guards.
Seven or eight men in gray clothes were lying on the ground in a mess, and the ground was covered with blood. It was shocking to see.
Seeing this scene, Li Xiangyang looked solemn and didn't speak for a long time.
Suddenly, another man in gray came behind Li Xiangyang and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, I can't even check it. It was all done by one person. This man has extremely strong martial arts. No one made any sound at the time of the incident, and from the wound
Look, it must have been done with a knife, and there are two cuts on the blade, one long and one short."
"One is long and the other is short?" Li Xiangyang frowned slightly, "You mean it's the Yin-Yang Sword of the Qijue Sect?"
"Most likely."
"Then ask that person to give
I give you a reasonable explanation."
…
"Huh...huh...huh..."
On another street, a man in a strange leather coat walked through the crowd with rapid breathing.
This is a market street without a name, because after several days of heavy snow, many people went out to play and buy things. The street, which was not popular in the past, was packed with people, and black leather clothes were not obvious among them.
He had already run through three streets from the sneak attack at Xichengkou, and could not see the pursuers behind him, but he was not at ease. He covered the wound on his chest with one hand and looked back. The crowd would be very nervous if there was even the slightest movement.
"Get out of the way!"
After pushing a few people away, the man in black quickened his pace.
After a few steps, we arrived at a less crowded area and prepared to climb up to the roof.
Just as he made a squatting motion, he suddenly stopped again.
Because he felt that there was an extra person in front of him.
Xia Shang held a bunch of candied haws in his hand and was eating enthusiastically when he saw a strange man in black looking at him coldly. He quickly bit off the last candied haws and threw the bamboo skewer aside.
"who?"
The man in black is very nervous.
Xia Shang looked confused: "People passing by."
"Get out of here!"
After finishing speaking, the man in black felt a chill coming from his neck, and a cold sword was placed on his neck.
The expression of the man in black changed, and he gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "No matter who you are, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, and be careful not to get into trouble."
"Don't be nervous, you'd better come with us. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to see your master again today."
Xia Shang's voice was calm, he walked up to the man in black, patted his shoulder gently, but glanced around.
This seemingly peaceful market street, because Xia Shang glanced around, there seemed to be some movement in the dark corners.
These subtle movements also fell in the eyes of the man in black, knowing that he could not escape.
The other party is a prince after all. If the killer escapes so easily, wouldn't he have to face assassination every day?
"You can leave if you want. Tell me, who are you?"
Xia Shang came behind him and reached out to the man in black.
The man in black's heart tightened: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate..."