What to do with the bloodstains on the ground and the assassin's corpse is a big problem... Corpse dissolving liquid cannot dissolve the flesh of a cultivator above the second rank.
Moreover, the sound and movement of the battle just now, and the screams of the assassin before he died, may have attracted the attention of other residents on the floor, and someone will soon come to inquire about the situation.
If the residents on the floor find something unusual and call the police, it will be very troublesome. This time, no bald foreign monk took the blame for him.
Speaking of foreign monks, I wonder if he is doing well in prison now? Or have been rescued from prison
Whoops, far away.
"Let's get rid of these bloodstains and corpses first?" Song Shuhang said.
Su Clan's Sixteen nodded and said, "The corpse can be moved to the secret room first. I will contact the Su Clan after a while, and special personnel will come to dispose of it without leaving any traces or effects. It can be dealt with now.”
The two moved the body to the secret room first.
Then Sixteen took out a bottle of medicinal liquid and sprayed some on the battle area.
As soon as the medicinal liquid came into contact with the blood on the spot, it quickly neutralized with the blood. In a blink of an eye, all the blood stains were completely dissipated, and even the bloody smell in the air was also expelled, leaving only a faint medicinal fragrance.
Except for a few knife marks left on the hallway and the walls of the suite, there was no abnormality at the scene.
And the surveillance on this floor has been manipulated since the day Su Clan's Sixteen moved in.
"Let's do this for now, let the other professionals come over to deal with the aftermath." Sixteen sat softly on the sofa, motionless.
Song Shuhang also breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 1:03 in the afternoon.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, he had to rush to the DMV, check in at the theory study office, and then take Zhao Yaya to the station.
There is still an hour left before punching in, which is still plenty of time.
Then, Song Shuhang clicked on the Jiuzhou No. 1 group again.
In the group, Beihe Loose People left a worried message: "Little friend Shuhang, how is the situation? Are you two okay? I have already notified Ah Qi that he is on his way to you."
"Thank you senior for your concern. Thanks to the help of Master Tongxuan's flying sword, we have temporarily survived this disaster. We are now safe and sound." Song Shuhang replied.
Beihe Sanren has been online all the time. After seeing the news, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You guys stay here and don't run around, Ah Qi will be here in ten minutes!"
"Okay." Song Shuhang replied.
Just after losing, he found that Su Clan's Sixteen quietly moved behind him at some point, leaning over his head to peek at his chat records.
"I don't want to see Seven." Sixteen said seriously with wide eyes.
Song Shuhang immediately persuaded: "Be obedient, don't be petty. You are so seriously injured now, and there is that uncle from the Xian Nong Sect who is planning to capture you alive. All kinds of troubles, you can be safe after meeting with Ah Qi, and Senior Qi is very worried about you."
Sixteen frowned. If she didn't want to see Seven, she would have fled here immediately.
But... Song Shuhang saved her several times in a day. She owes a lot to her, so it's not easy to object to Song Shuhang's opinion.
She could only frown sullenly.
"I'll go back to Jiangnan University City after Senior Ah Qi arrives. Don't be discouraged. Maybe Senior Ah Qi has already found a way to treat your injury?" Song Shuhang comforted.
"It's not that easy." Sixteen murmured, she knew her own injuries - she, she didn't have much time to live.
Song Shuhang was about to reassure him, when his cell phone rang.
When he opened it, it was Zhao Yaya who called.
Song Shuhang cleared his throat, then answered the phone: "Sister, what's the matter?"
"Hey, Shuhang. What's the matter with your phone, you can't get through all the time?" 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 in the morning? I heard Dr. Li mention that you ran out of the hospital with a 570 patient in your arms? You even took the hospital with you. The sheets? I'll even pay for the sheets for you!"
"..." Song Shuhang glanced at the sheet that was thrown on the sofa, speechless.
"What did you want to do when you took the little girl away? The little girl is still injured." Zhao Yaya asked in a row.
Song Shuhang scratched his head, 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 not closed by the teasing uncle, but the middle-aged man knocked on the door politely.
"Excuse me, may I ask if... what happened here just now?" the middle-aged man asked politely.
He could see the mess in the suite, as if it had been ransacked, and even the door lock was broken. In addition to the screams that gave goosebumps when he heard it before, driven by curiosity, he came over to take a look.
"I'm sorry, it's just that my friend and I quarreled and smashed something angrily to disturb you." Su Clan's Sixteen got up and replied calmly.
The middle-aged man sighed secretly, young people these days are all out of temper, and a quarrel has turned the whole family into this! After he laughed and comforted him, he left Song Shuhang and went back to his own floor without disturbing them.
Su Clan's Sixteen's voice reached Zhao Yaya's ears from the phone.
Zhao Yaya moved in her heart and asked, "Shuhang, are you still with that little girl? Where are you? What have you done for so long?"
"Sister, I can't explain this matter for a while... I'll tell you face to face in a while. That's all, I'll hang up." Song Shuhang quickly hung up the phone.
He has to sort out his thoughts so that he can deal with Zhao Yaya's 100,000 whys.
Sixteen retracted on the sofa, and began to think about the origin of the assassin in his mind.
By the way, Song Shuhang seemed to say that there is a way to find out the identity of the 'assassin'? Sixteen's heart is about to move...
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At this time, in an old alpine forest in southern China, there is an area that has not been explored by humans so far.
The sect of the Moon Sword Sect was established here.
The suzerain of the Moon Sword Sect, Qianjun, frowned and sat on an ice chair, holding the latest fruit phone in his hand, talking on the phone.
"What? Failed to assassinate? Failed to kill Su Clan's Sixteen? Waste!" Ba Qianjun frowned and sighed.
There was an inescapable stench in his breath.
Not only that, but he also smelled of barbecue from time to time.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that Ba Qianjun's entire back is completely charred black, and his right hand is even more like coke. And there is a faint golden flame burning in these charred places. This golden flame is the calamity fire after the failure of the Heavenly Tribulation, and it is more serious than Su's Sixteenth's injury!
That's why Ba Qianjun needs to sit on the ice chair, relying on the coldness of the ice chair's 'ice and iron' to temporarily suppress the fire of golden catastrophe.
"Elder Young Master Hai, the assassination failed, what should we do next?" He turned his attention to a figure beside him.
It was a young man in white, with a long sword across his waist, as graceful as jade, as if he was an immortal who came out of an ancient painting.
The chief eldest son of the Moon Sword Sect, Hai, is a tyrannical injustice, and has always been the think tank of the sect.
"Sect Master, please rest assured." Young Master Hai Chengzhu held his chest and smiled calmly: "It doesn't matter if the assassination fails... I have already made both preparations. Just follow the plan, Sect Master, your calamity injury will definitely heal."
Young Master Hai smiled slightly, as if the world was under his control.
Ba Qianjun smiled, and beside his ice chair throne, there was a colorful fairy fruit emitting a soft light. Ba Qianjun's eyes were full of hope.
Young Master Hai turned around, but a strange smile appeared in his eyes.