Chapter 322: Song Zhao Turns On Massacre Mode 6

Song Zhao went to Dali Temple in a carriage, and when he passed an alley, he faintly heard Fu Nanqian's voice.

She opened the bead curtain, and saw Fu Nanqian supporting a man with a bloody face waving to her from behind.

Song Zhao immediately jumped out of the carriage and ran over, his eyes fell on the injured man's face, and he frowned.

"What's up with him?"

She knew this injured man as a coworker who followed the third brother.

Wu Zuo suffered such an injury, which probably means that something happened to the third brother.

The girl's soft voice revealed an unconcealable chill.

Fu Nanqian felt inexplicably frightened when he heard Song Zhao's too sinister voice, and raised his eyes to meet the girl's dark eyes.

He didn't dare to look at her for a while, and he paused for a while before saying, "I just came out to buy things, and I saw a group of men in black besieging your third brother. It was taken."

Song Zhao's pupils shrank slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared, showing a rare murderous aura.

She took out the silver needle she carried with her and pricked Wu Zuo's specific acupuncture points a few times, forcing him to wake up.

Song Zhao lowered his eyelids, suppressing the emotions around him, "Who took third brother away?"

"I don't know... I don't know..." Wu Zuo shook his head in a daze, then thought of the terrible scene just now, broke down and cried.

"I, I've persuaded Song Si several times not to investigate, but he didn't listen. He must have been taken away by those people and silenced. That's how Jing Zhaoyin's people were silenced..."

Wu Zuo spoke upside down, and Song Zhao listened violently.

Fu Nanqian knew some news. He looked at Song Zhaodao, "It's the case of the missing girl. The people from Jing Zhaoyin took over the case before, and it turned out that half of the people were dead. Later, it was handed over to Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment."

Ministry of punishment.

Song Zhao pursed his lips, his jaw tensed.

She knew that the Ministry of Justice was the power of the prince dog, and that the second uncle was framed and imprisoned in the previous life, which was facilitated by the Ministry of Justice. In the end, the Ministry of Justice annexed the Dali Temple of the second uncle into the power of the prince, contributing to the smooth success of the prince.

Wu Zuo's face was pale and terrified, and he said in a crying voice, "They threatened Song Sizheng before, asking Song Sizheng to hand over the information they found, and said that today is the last date of Song Sizheng..."

last date.

These few words made the hostility on Song Zhao's face almost rush out.

She remembered the smell of blood on the third brother yesterday, and asked coldly, "Did you see a tattoo of a well on their arm?"

"Yes, there is one... but Miss Song, how do you know..." Wu Zuo was shocked.

Fu Nanqian also looked at Song Zhao in shock.

"It's the Criminal Department."

Song Zhao raised his eyes sharply.

The shimmering light in there was as cold as snow on thousands of mountains, penetrating into the bones, making one's hair stand on end.

Song Zhao gave Fu Nanqian the impression of a delicate little fairy, as if she would be soft and cute even if she was angry.

But only now did he realize that when a soft and cute girl gets angry, she can also be cold and cold in an instant.

Fu Nanqian swallowed softly, "If it's the Ministry of Punishment, it's His Royal Highness's territory, so it's no wonder he dared to take away Third Young Master Song openly. If we want to save your third brother, we might have to gather with the Dali Temple and the Governor... ..."

The words are not finished yet.

Song Zhao took out the black handgun from his waist and slammed it on the reins.

The gunpowder burned the reins, and the carriage broke away and collapsed.

Song Zhao got on the horse, and the crimson skirt turned gracefully in the night.

"That's too late."