It's been a long time since Ling Shang has killed people so neatly.

He doesn't like to leave traces of killings.

As long as he planned well enough, he could always escape the so-called royal law.

But here, in the sweltering and dead night, on the deserted path, it really doesn't take any plan to kill a little monk who has been expelled from Buddhism.

Kill him quietly, and find a place to bury him after the autopsy.

The snow fox shuddered and cowered beside the corpse of Tianqiu, and in the darkness its pupils became as thin as needles, emitting a cluster of blue light that sent chills down the spine.

Ling Shang took off the white jade gourd on Tianqiu's chest, let go of his palm, and put it in his arms.

As if enraged, the snow fox suddenly pounced on Ling Shang and bit him the shoulder.

Ling Shang grabbed the back of its neck expressionlessly and lifted it up.

The snow-white fox fur was stained with Ling Shang's blood, but only a black shadow was reflected under the frosty moonlight.

Its limbs scratched in the air, but it couldn't break free from Ling Shang's hands.

Gradually, Ling Shang's blood flowed through the snow fox's guts; It weakened in its movements, and then meekly gave up struggling.

Ling Shang thought to himself, this fox wouldn't survive anyway, so he casually threw it on Tianqiu.

At this moment, he just wanted to return to Yan'an as soon as possible, and he was quite disgusted with this slow ox cart.

I don't know what method Tianqiu used to bring him out of the tiger's den of the young master of Mochen.

Ling Shang hadn't eaten for a long time, and there was no one nearby; He was also not interested in the dying snow fox, so he simply meditated.

But his heart was haunted by some sorrow, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

The moon on the horizon is like a missing place in his heart.

Is it Yanagi who took the Codex? Or is it Yan Huan?

And what is that wafer that melted in the sun?

Did Song Xiaomin follow them into the elephant coffin?

He was taken away by the heavenly enemy, will the young master of Mochen be angry with Liu Shengming?

And also...... Is that person still alive?

The morning light was faint, the morning star hung above the horizon, and the crescent moon shone a hazy glow after hiding in the thin clouds.

Ling Shang clenched his right hand.

For more than half a month in the underground palace, Ling Shang always grabbed Ye Mushen's hand.

They had been together for so long, unguarded.

Ye Mushen also said that he would go out with Ling Shang.

In the face of unknown mysteries, Ye Mushen will also take the initiative to approach him.

He's finally no longer the nasty guy he wants to get rid of all the time......

Ling Shang spread out his palms, and the whole person collapsed in an instant, and collapsed.

The guy ...... But you have to live.

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At three o'clock in the morning, Ling Shang woke up again and heard some noisy human voices.

There is a small town not far away.

Ling Shang remembered this city.

Many years ago, he followed Liu Shengming to deceive many people who sought medical treatment here, turning them into tools for refining poison.

It can be said that half of the people in this city should hate him to the core.

It's just that his appearance is completely different from Yanagi six years ago, and the people in the city will definitely not recognize him.

Ling Shang thought to himself that he should dispose of the other two corpses before entering the city.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired little monk and the snow fox were gone.

The pus and blood that Tianqiu spat on Ling Shang's body was still there, and the scar on Ling Shang's shoulder was still clear.

But their bodies were gone.

Could it be that Tianqiu didn't die, and in the middle of the night, while Ling Shang was asleep, he jumped off the ox cart with the snow fox and slipped away?

Ling Shang immediately denied: No way—no one could steal a life under his silver needle.

Feeling out the white jade gourd in his arms, Ling Shang carefully examined the lines on it.

The shouts of the city markets and the laughter of women became clearer.