How to deal with the bloodstains on the ground and the assassin's corpse was a big problem … the Corpse Dissolving Liquid couldn't dissolve the body of a cultivator of the 2nd Stage or above.
Moreover, the sound of the battle just now, as well as the scream of the assassin before his death, had very likely attracted the attention of the other residents of the floor. Someone would soon come over to inquire about the situation.
It would be very troublesome if the residents of the floor noticed something unusual and called the police. This time, there was no bald Caucasian monk to take the blame for him.
Speaking of the Caucasian monk, I wonder if he's doing well in prison? Or maybe he's already been rescued?
Cough, I digress.
"How about we deal with the bloodstains and the corpse first?" Song Shuhang said.
Su Clan's Shiliu nodded and said, "The corpse can be moved to the secret room first. After some time, I'll contact the Su Clan's main branch, and there will be specialized personnel coming over to deal with it without leaving any traces or influence. I can take care of the bloodstains outside right now. "
The two first moved the corpse to the secret room.
Then, Shiliu took out a bottle of medicinal liquid and sprayed some of it on the battlefield.
As soon as the medicinal liquid came in contact with the bloodstains, it quickly neutralized the blood. In the blink of an eye, all the bloodstains disappeared completely, and even the smell of blood in the air was expelled, leaving only a faint medicinal fragrance.
Apart from a few knife marks left on the corridor and the walls of the suite, nothing unusual could be seen at the scene.
And since the day Shiliu moved in, the surveillance system of this floor had been tampered with.
"Let's leave it like this for the time being, and let the professionals come and deal with the aftermath." Shiliu softly sat on the sofa, motionless.
Song Shuhang also heaved a sigh of relief. He took out his phone and looked at the time. It was already 1: 03 in the afternoon.
At 2 in the afternoon, he still had to rush to the vehicle management office and go to the theory study area to register. After that, he still had to send Zhao Yaya to the station.
There was still an hour before the registration time, so there was still plenty of time.
Next, Song Shuhang opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
In the group, Beihe Sanren worriedly left a message: "Shuhang Little Friend, what's the situation? Are you two alright? I've already informed Ah Qi, he's on his way to your place. "
"Thank you for your concern, Senior. Thanks to the help of Great Master Tongxuan's flying sword, we have temporarily survived this disaster. We are now safe and sound," Song Shuhang replied.
Beihe Sanren had been online the whole time. When he saw the message, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Stay here and don't run around. Seven will be here in ten minutes!"
[Okay,] Song Shuhang replied.
Just as he finished typing, he discovered that Su Clan's Shiliu had stealthily moved behind him at some point, and was leaning over to peek at his chat history.
"I don't want to see Ah Qi," Shiliu said seriously with his eyes wide open.
Song Shuhang immediately advised, "Listen to me, don't throw a tantrum. Your injuries are so heavy right now, and there's still that silly uncle from the Immortal Farming Sect planning on capturing you alive. You'll be safer after meeting up with Ah Qi. Besides, Senior Ah Qi is very worried about you. "
Shiliu frowned. Originally, if she didn't want to see Ah Qi, she would definitely have immediately fled this place.
But … Song Shuhang had saved her several times in a day. She owed him a huge favour, so she couldn't go against Song Shuhang's opinion.
She could only frown and sulk.
"After Senior Ah Qi comes, I'll return to Jiangnan University for a while. Don't say such depressing words. Who knows, maybe Senior Ah Qi has already found a way to treat your injuries? "Song Shuhang consoled.
"How could it be so easy." Shiliu muttered. She was very clear about her own injuries. She, didn't have much time left.
Song Shuhang wanted to say a few more words of consolation, when at this time, his handphone rang.
Swiping it open, he saw that it was Zhao Yaya calling.
Song Shuhang cleared his throat, and picked up the call. "Sis, what's up?"
"Hello, Shuhang. What's wrong with your phone? I haven't been able to reach you. "Zhao Yaya asked.
Song Shuhang replied honestly, "Ah, that's because I was in a place without signal. I just came out."
"Where are you now?" Zhao Yaya asked again, "Also, where did you go in the morning? I heard Dr. Lee mention that you ran out of the hospital with a 570 patient in your arms? You even took the hospital sheets with you? I have to pay for the sheets for you! "
"…" Song Shuhang looked at the sheets that were thrown on the sofa, speechless.
"What did you want to do with the little girl? The little girl still has injuries on her body. "Zhao Yaya bombarded him with questions.
Song Shuhang scratched his head, thinking about how to explain to Zhao Yaya.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Song Shuhang looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door. The door was broken by the foolish uncle and couldn't be closed, but the middle-aged man still politely knocked on the door.
"Excuse me, did something happen here just now?" The middle-aged man asked politely.
He could see that the suite was in a mess, as if it had been ransacked. Even the lock of the door was broken. In addition, there was a scream that gave him goosebumps. Driven by curiosity, he came over to take a look.
"I'm sorry, I just had a quarrel with a friend. I was angry and smashed some things, disturbing you." Su Clan's Shiliu got up and calmly replied.
The middle-aged man secretly sighed. Youngsters these days all have explosive tempers. A quarrel turned the whole house upside down like this! After he laughed and comforted them, he didn't disturb Song Shuhang and returned to his own floor.
Su Clan's Shiliu's voice passed through the phone to Zhao Yaya's ears.
Zhao Yaya's heart moved, and she asked, "Shuhang, are you still with that little girl? Where are you? What have you been doing for so long? "
"Sis, this matter can't be explained in a short time … I'll tell you face to face in a bit. That's it, I'm hanging up. "Song Shuhang quickly hung up.
He had to organize his thoughts, so that he could deal with Zhao Yaya's hundred thousand whys.
Shiliu shrunk back onto the sofa, and started to ponder the origins of the assassin.
Right, Song Shuhang seemed to have said before that he had a way to investigate the assassin's identity? Shiliu's heart began to stir …
* * * * * *
At this time, in a high mountain forest in South China, there was an area that hadn't been explored by humans yet.
The Moonsabre Sect was established here.
The Moonsabre Sect's sect leader, the Tyrant of a Thousand Soldiers, creased his brows as he sat on an ice chair. In his hand was the latest model phone, and he was talking.
"What? The assassination failed? Couldn't kill Su Clan's Shiliu? Trash! "The Tyrant of a Thousand Soldiers creased his brows, and sighed.
His breath carried a burnt smell that couldn't be dispersed.
Not only that, his body also emitted the smell of roasted meat.
Under close inspection, one could discover that the Tyrant of a Thousand Soldiers' back was completely burnt black, and his right hand was like charcoal. Furthermore, these burnt black areas faintly had golden flames blazing. These golden flames were tribulation flames from failing the Heavenly Tribulation, and were even more serious than the Su Clan's Shiliu's injuries!
That's why the Tyrant of a Thousand Soldiers needed to sit on that ice chair, and rely on the ice chair's' Cold Ice Iron 'to temporarily suppress the golden tribulation flames.
"Elder GONG ZIHAI, the assassination failed. What do we do next?" He cast his gaze towards a figure beside him.
It was a white clothed young master, with a longsword at his waist. He was as elegant as jade, as if he was an immortal that had walked out from an ancient painting.
The Moonsabre Sect's head elder, GONG ZIHAI. His strength was tyrannical, and he had always been the sect's think tank.
"Sect leader, don't worry." GONG ZIHAI had a card up his sleeve, and calmly smiled. "Even if the assassination failed, it doesn't matter … I've already prepared for both scenarios. As long as we act according to plan, sect leader, your Heavenly Tribulation injuries will definitely be healed. "
GONG ZIHAI smiled slightly, as if everything under the heavens was within his grasp.
The Tyrant of a Thousand Soldiers smiled along. Next to his ice throne, there was a seven colored immortal fruit emitting a gentle light. The Tyrant of a Thousand Soldiers' eyes were filled with hope.
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