An Rong was cursed and was not so easy to kill.

The shadow guard lowered his head, and his voice was lower, "The subordinates are incompetent, they have not been able to find the murderer, and there is no sign of anyone breaking into the secret prison, but I picked this up by An Rong's side." ”

As he spoke, he presented what he held in both hands.

Wan Qichen narrowed his eyes and saw that it was a white silk handkerchief with no patterns on it.

He didn't raise his hand to pick it up, but after a glance, he withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "Got it." ”

Then, he looked back at the inner sanctum, and after a moment of silence, he added, "Dispose of An Rong's corpse, together with this silk handkerchief." ”

This silk handkerchief is too ordinary, and there is no value for investigation at all, but if it is an ordinary person, how can he silently break into the East Palace and assassinate An Rong?

After the shadow guard left, Wan Qichen did not immediately return to the inner hall, but walked to the window.

Looking up at the still dark one, his eyes were a little solemn.

Although he was drained of a spiritual root by the moon underworld, it did not mean that he had lost all his spiritual sense.

He could feel that there was no abnormal aura invading this palace, except for the Protoss.

Above the firmament, it is the realm of the Protoss.

The people of the Protoss have always been the most arrogant and arrogant, and they are the most disdainful to be compared with other races, and they rarely go down to this mortal realm.

But when he was in Ancheng, he met a few Protoss, and those people were obviously extremely low in cultivation among the Protoss, otherwise they would not have been devoured by his demon spirit so easily.

So how did these low-level cultivators of the Protoss secretly descend from the Nine Folds and venture to the mortal realm to snatch Qin Jiu's Demon Yuan?

Again, since returning to Zhaoyang this time, Wan Qichen has always been able to feel that there is the breath of the gods in the palace.

But he didn't mention it to Qin Jiu, because he felt that this person from the Protoss was Bai Ze.

He stayed in the palace, perhaps to protect Qin Jiu, or maybe to reunite Qin Jiu's soul after he was under his control.

But no matter what it was for, he didn't really want Qin Jiu to see him.

And tonight, if there are no other people of different races who break into the palace, then is it possible that it is the people of the Protoss who break in?

Wan Qichen was pondering, and suddenly felt that the hem of his robe was torn by something.

He looked down and saw the white velvet crouching at his feet, one paw tugging at the hem of his clothes, and looking at him with his head raised and a pair of big watery eyes.

Wan Qichen's expression was instantly soft, he hooked his lips and bent over, picked up the thing, rubbed its head and felt a little helpless, "Why are you awake again?" ”

Qin Jiu lazily put his head on his arm and asked him, "What about you, you don't sleep, what are you doing standing here?" ”

Wan Qichen pursed his lower lip and called it, "Bao'er......"

"Huh?"

Qin Jiu's eyes widened, waiting for him to continue.

Wan Qichen looked at it for a moment and said, "An Rong is dead." ”

"Hmm...... Well? ”

Qin Jiu only reacted after answering, his eyes changed, "Who killed it?" ”

Wan Qichen kept An Rong from dying, thinking that it might be useful, but he didn't expect to be killed in the end.

Wan Qichen's eyebrows were deep, and he said in a low voice: "I don't know who did it, and I haven't even found a trace of it." ”

Qin Jiu's eyes became complicated.

It is the same as Wan Qichen's thoughts, it can break into the Zhaoyang Palace and kill people without being noticed, it must not be an ordinary person.