Chapter 125 Pian Pianzihai

How to deal with the bloodstains on the ground and the assassin's body is a big problem... Corpse-transforming liquid cannot dissolve the body of a monk of second grade or above.

Moreover, the noise and movement during the battle just now and the screams of the assassin before his death may have attracted the attention of other residents on the floor. It is expected that someone will come over soon to inquire about the situation.

It would be very troublesome if residents on the floor noticed something unusual and called the police. There was no bald foreign monk to blame him this time.

Speaking of the foreign monk, I wonder if he is doing well in prison now? Or has been rescued from prison?

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

"Let's get rid of these blood stains and corpses first?" Song Shuhang said.

Su Clan's Sixteenth nodded and said: "The body can be moved to the secret room first. I will contact the Su Clan in a while, and specialized personnel will come and deal with it without leaving any traces or effects. I will take care of the blood stains outside." It can be dealt with now.”

The two first moved the body to the secret room.

Then Sixteen took out a bottle of liquid medicine and sprayed some on the fighting area.

As soon as this liquid comes into contact with the blood at the scene, it quickly neutralizes the blood. In the blink of an eye, all the blood stains dissipated completely, and even the smell of blood in the air was driven away, leaving only a faint scent of medicine.

Except for a few knife marks left on the walls of the corridor and suite, nothing unusual could be seen at the scene.

The surveillance on this floor has been tampered with since the day Su Clan's Sixteen moved in.

"Let's do this for the time being. Let the professionals come and deal with the rest." Ah Sixi sat softly on the sofa, motionless.

Song Shuhang also breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was already 1:03 pm.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he had to rush to the vehicle management office, go to the theoretical study office to check in, and then he had to take Zhao Yaya to the station.

There is still an hour left before clocking in, so there is still plenty of time.

Then, Song Shuhang clicked on Jiuzhou Group No. 1.

In the group, a Beihe individual left a worried message: "Little friend Shuhang, how is the situation? Are you two okay? I have informed Ah Qi that he is on his way to you."

"Thank you for your concern, senior. Thanks to Master Tongxuan's flying sword for help.

Having overcome this crisis for the time being, we are now safe and sound. "Song Shuhang replied.

Beihe Sanren has been online. After he saw this message, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You guys stay there and don't run around. Ah Qi will arrive in ten minutes!"

"Okay." Song Shuhang replied.

As soon as he finished losing, he discovered that Su Clan's Sixteen had quietly moved behind him at some point and was leaning over to peek at his chat history.

"I don't want to see Ah Qi." Ah Sixteen said seriously with wide eyes.

Song Shuhang immediately advised: "Be obedient and don't be petty. You are so seriously injured now, and there is that funny uncle from the Xiannong Sect beside you who plans to capture you alive. From all kinds of troubles, you will be safer after joining Ah Qi, and Senior Ah Qi is very worried about you."

Ah Sixteen frowned. Originally, if she didn't want to see Ah Qi, she would have fled here immediately.

But...Song Shuhang saved her several times in one day. She owed a lot of favors, so it was hard for her to oppose Song Shuhang's opinion.

She could only frown and sulk.

"After Senior Ah Qi comes over, I will go back to Jiangnan University Town. Don't say any more frustrating words. Maybe Senior Ah Qi has found a way to treat your injury?" Song Shuhang comforted.

"It's not that easy." A-Sixteen murmured. She knew the extent of her own injuries - she didn't have much time to survive.

Song Shuhang was about to say a few words of comfort when his cell phone rang.

I opened it and saw that it was Zhao Yaya calling.

Song Shuhang cleared his throat, then answered the phone: "Sister, what's the matter?"

"Hey, Shuhang. What's going on with your phone? You can't get through?" Zhao Yaya asked.

Song Shuhang answered honestly: "Ah, that's because I was in a place with no signal before and I just came out."

"Where are you now?" Zhao Yaya asked again: "Also, where did you go this morning? I heard Dr. Li mentioned that you ran out of the hospital with a patient in your arms? You also took away the hospital's patient Bedsheet? I'll have to pay for the bed sheet for you!"

"..." Song Shuhang looked at the sheets thrown on the sofa and was speechless.

"What do you want to do by taking that little girl away? The little girl is still injured." Zhao Yaya asked quickly.

Song Shuhang scratched his head and was thinking about how to explain to Zhao Yaya.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Song Shuhang looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door. The door was opened by the teasing uncle, but the middle-aged man still knocked politely.

"I'm sorry, could I ask if...what happened here just now?" the middle-aged man asked politely.

He could see that the suite was in chaos, as if it had been ransacked, and even the lock on the door was broken. Coupled with the previous screams that made his skin crawl, he came over to take a look driven by curiosity.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I had a fight with my friend and broke something in anger, which disturbed you." Su Clan's Sixteenth stood up and replied calmly.

The middle-aged man sighed secretly, young people these days tend to have explosive tempers, and a quarrel would turn the whole family into this! He laughed and comforted them, then went back to his own floor without disturbing Song Shuhang and the other two.

Su Clan's Sixteen's voice reached Zhao Yaya's ears from the mobile phone.

Zhao Yaya's heart moved and she asked: "Shuhang, are you still with that little girl now? Where are you? What have you been doing for so long?"

"Sister, I can't explain this at the moment...I'll tell you in person later. That's it, I'm hanging up." Song Shuhang quickly hung up the phone.

He had to sort out his thoughts so that he could deal with Zhao Yaya's 100,000 reasons.

Sixteen shrank back on the sofa and began to think about the origin of the assassin.

By the way, Song Shuhang seemed to have said before that there was a way to find out the identity of the ‘assassin’? Sixteen's heart was ready to move...

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At this time, in a high mountain and old forest in South China, there is an area that has not been explored by humans so far.

The sect of Yue Dao Sect was established here.

Ba Qianjun, the leader of Yue Dao Sect, frowned and sat on an ice chair, holding Guo Guo's latest mobile phone in his hand and talking on the phone.

"What? The assassination failed? Failed to kill Su Clan's Sixteenth? Waste!" Ba Qianjun frowned and sighed.

There was a lingering burnt smell in his breath.

Not only that, but he also smelled like barbecue from time to time.

A closer look revealed that Ba Qianjun's entire back was completely charred black, and his right hand was even more like charcoal. Moreover, there are faint golden flames burning in these charred places. This golden flame was the calamity fire after a failed attempt to transcend the heavenly calamity, and it was more seriously injured than the Sixteenth of the Su family!

That's why Ba Qianjun had to sit on the ice chair, relying on the cold nature of the ice chair to temporarily suppress the golden tribulation fire.

"Elder Gongzi Hai, the assassination failed, what should we do next?" He cast his eyes on a figure beside him.

He was a young man in white clothes, with a long sword across his waist. He was as graceful as jade, as if he were an immortal walking out of an ancient painting.

The chief elder of Yue Dao Sect, Gongzi Hai, is unfairly powerful and has always been the sect's think tank.

"Please rest assured, Sect Master." Young Master Hai said with a calm smile, "It doesn't matter even if the assassination fails... I have already made two preparations. As long as you follow the plan, Sect Master, your injuries from the Heavenly Tribulation will be healed."

Gongzi Hai smiled slightly, as if the world was under his control.

Ba Qianjun smiled. Beside his ice chair throne, there was a colorful fairy fruit emitting a soft light. Ba Qianjun's eyes were full of hope.

Gongzi Hai turned around, but a strange smile appeared in his eyes.