It was a clump of black hair, thrown messily in the corner, stained with blood.
After Yang Xuan scanned the clump of hair with his Divine Telekinesis, he finally confirmed that it was Chi Kong's hair.
At this moment, footsteps sounded, followed by a voice from behind, "What are you doing here?"
Yang Xuan turned around, and the first thing he saw was the centipede-like scar between Song Qingyu's eyebrows.
"I want to see if there are any clues." Yang Xuan told the truth. There was nothing to hide, it was human nature.
Song Qingyu walked over and glanced coldly at Yang Xuan, then asked, "Did you find anything?"
Yang Xuan shook his head, "No."
Song Qingyu's eyes were cold, and she said coldly, "Do your job and don't come here again."
This time, Yang Xuan did not say anything. He just glanced at Song Qingyu, then turned and left.
However, in a place where Song Qingyu could not see, the clump of hair in the corner had disappeared without a trace.
Back in the room, Yang Xuan took out the clump of hair directly.
Yang Xuan's Divine Sense submerged Chi Kong's hair like flowing water. Under Yang Xuan's all-pervasive scanning, Chi Kong's life aura, no matter how small, was missed.
After a long while, his gaze fell through the window and fell in a certain direction.
The aura in the clump of hair vaguely had a strange connection with a certain point.
It was the aura of Chi Kong's soul.
The next moment, he leaned back slightly and directly disappeared into the ripples.
Outside the Medical Department, there was a vast and undeveloped primeval forest. Ancient trees towered into the sky, and vines covered the ground, making it impenetrable.
All kinds of animals and plants thrived in it, running on their own, showing a scene of exuberant vitality.
Yang Xuan shuttled through the dense forest at an extremely fast speed, stopping from time to time to carefully sense.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the bloodstains on one of the vines.
He walked over and touched it with his hand. The bloodstains had not yet solidified, and it seemed to have been left there not long ago.
Just as he was about to fly up, his heart suddenly moved, and his Divine Telekinesis had already probed behind him.
A black silhouette flashed and disappeared, heading towards an even darker place.
Yang Xuan did not hesitate and directly followed.
The black figure was very fast, shuttling through the dense forest as if it had no physical body. Even with Yang Xuan's speed, without using Distance Shrink, he could not rely on speed alone to get close in a short time.
The black figure seemed to deliberately lead Yang Xuan to a certain place, changing direction from time to time to time.
Yang Xuan was not in a hurry, and just followed behind.
After about an hour, the shadow stopped in front of a cave.
Yang Xuan landed and looked at the back of the figure in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly sighed.
The black figure slowly turned around. Under the messy hair, there was a pale and bloodless face.
It was the first Saint of the Holy Mountain of the Holy Mountain.
There was a strange smile on Chi Kong's face. The corners of his mouth were curled up, like a rag doll with a cracked mouth, looking extremely terrifying.
He slowly stretched out his finger, pointing at Yang Xuan, and said in an extremely hoarse and cold voice, "Who are you?"
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, because this voice was not Chi Kong's at all.
Chi Kong cackled strangely. His body suddenly leaned forward as he stood on tiptoe, his entire body pouncing towards Yang Xuan in an extremely strange posture.
Even before he arrived, his pale, sharp fingernails had already torn the void apart, leaving behind five long, narrow, and dark spatial rifts.
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and with a shake of his arm, a sparkling jade-like palm with a little bit of golden light went up to meet the attack.
Boom!
After a loud noise, the trees and rocks within a hundred meters were all turned into powder, floating away.
Yang Xuan's expression was dignified, because from the exchange just now, he had already probed Chi Kong's cultivation at this time.
Late Heaven Stage.
Fortunately, he seemed to have some scruples, and compressed his strength within a certain range, which prevented more serious consequences.
Seeing that his attack did not succeed, Chi Kong laughed strangely, and rushed forward again, with incomparable speed, as if he would not stop until he killed Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan was just about to meet him, but found that Chi Kong suddenly staggered, and then his whole body stiffened in place.
After a long while, a familiar and anxious voice suddenly came from Chi Kong's mouth, "Yang Xuan, quickly leave."
Yang Xuan was stunned, and asked tentatively, "Chi Kong?"
"It's me, I don't have much time, listen to me." Chi Kong's body twisted strangely, as if two different forces were fighting for control of his body.
"What's going on?" Yang Xuan asked loudly.
"My … There's another person in my body." Chi Kong said in a hurried tone, "I can't control it, quickly leave, quickly leave."
Yang Xuan did not retreat, but instead took two steps forward, and went straight to the point, "How can I help you?"
"If … If I completely lose control, please kill … kill me …"
Before Chi Kong finished speaking, his originally stiff body suddenly took a step forward, and his hands pierced towards Yang Xuan like arrows.
In the next moment, Yang Xuan's hands bloomed like a lotus, and his ten fingers moved, bringing out clouds of mist, incomparably beautiful.
Clang clang clang.
After a series of metal clanging sounds, the two of them each took a step back.
"Jie jie! So you're called Yang Xuan. "That strange voice sounded again, and it seemed to be near yet far, making it difficult to grasp.
Golden light flashed, and a golden sword appeared in Yang Xuan's hand.
He was prepared to capture Chi Kong, and then make plans.
Just as he was about to make his move, a fluctuation suddenly came from afar.
"Jie jie, Yang Xuan, we're not finished." Chi Kong's body suddenly retreated, and he quickly disappeared into the night.
When the voice entered his ears, Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment.
Because that voice gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Just as he did not have time to think about it, a golden figure directly swept over from behind him.
Imperial Guard, Song Qingyu.
"Where is he?"
Song Qingyu's voice was very cold, like a cold lake in the cold night.
Yang Xuan collected his thoughts and asked in return, "Who is it?"
"Lin Tongfang!"
Song Qingyu stood quietly in the air, and his eyes were like two cold blades, directly piercing towards Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan shook his head, and said indifferently, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Song Qingyu slowly approached, and his voice was as cold as ice, "I clearly saw you fight with him just now."
Yang Xuan sneered, "Since you saw him escape after fighting with me, why are you still asking me? Isn't that nonsense?"
Song Qingyu's gaze was unfriendly, and he said coldly, "Why are you out here alone in the middle of the night?"
"Do I have to report to you wherever I go?" Yang Xuan asked in return.
"This is a special time, and I have the right to ask." Song Qingyu's body emitted a cold aura.
"I can't sleep, so I came out for a walk. Can't I?" Yang Xuan said indifferently, and then turned to leave.
Chi!
A sharp sound broke the air behind him, accompanied by a huge wave of cold air, piercing towards Yang Xuan's back.
Yang Xuan's body tilted slightly, and in an instant, he turned around. His right arm, which was covered in specks of starlight, extended upwards.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, both of them retreated at the same time.
Song Qingyu's gaze was even more unfriendly, and he said coldly, "You dare to resist?"
Yang Xuan's expression also turned cold, and he said, "General Song, what do you mean by this?"
Song Qingyu sneered, "I now suspect that you are related to Lin Tongfang's murder case, and I have issued an official arrest warrant. I hope that you will not resist, and cooperate with the investigation."
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and after a long silence, he said word by word, "General Song, do you insist on this?"
Song Qingyu did not speak again, and only slowly pulled out an autumn water saber from his waist. The saber's body was slender, and the chill was pressing.
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