Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then they looked in the direction of Su Yunshu's finger, and saw a small incense burner, which was placed safely on the only intact small case in the hall, and a faint blue light smoke rose from it, diffusing in this empty hall.

"It should be the incense that covers up the smell of blood in this hall."

Su Yunshu raised his eyebrows, his face gloomy: "So, we won't smell it." ”

When the words fell, there was a sudden burst of eerie laughter in the hall, and when you listened carefully, you couldn't tell the difference between men and women, but in this laughter, there was an undisguised arrogance, faintly, with a bloodthirsty meaning.

Hearing this laughter, several people's eyes moved, their brows furrowed slightly, their breath condensed, and their spiritual power was faintly running.

However, after a few moments, the laughter stopped and nothing out of the ordinary.

With a slight sound, for a while, the hall suddenly became brightly lit, and the cold air dissipated.

Suddenly, everyone saw everything in this Wind Lotus Hall clearly.

Dark red blood stains spread across a large area of the ground, shattered curtains, broken tables and chairs, and fine porcelain shards scattered among them, faintly, some traces of fighting could be seen.

Su Yunshu's eyes tightened, his face was heavy, and he slowly took a few steps forward and walked towards the place where the bed was originally placed.

Coming to the already broken pearl and jade curtain, a sound of breaking the sky came, Su Yunran's eyes were slight, and his body quickly turned sideways, avoiding the sharp cold light.

The palm of his mind worked, and he lifted the curtain in front of him.

The goal is the decay of a room.

The plain bed curtain was scattered on the bloodstained ground, and it was full of cracks, with a faint blood color, and the delicate carved pear blossom wooden bed also collapsed at this time, the bed frame and sawdust were scattered on the cold ground, and the brocade quilt seemed to be cut by sharp spiritual power, and the cotton wool splashed everywhere, weakly sticking to the dark red blood.

At that moment, Su Yunshu's pupils shrank suddenly, the hand holding the long sword tightened a little, and the green tendons on the back of his hand flared up, revealing his undisguised tightness at this time.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunshu bit his lip, without the slightest hesitation, directly raised his feet, bypassed the mess scattered all over the place, and walked into the dormitory.

As Su Yunshu entered, the night pearl hanging above the dormitory gradually lit up, illuminating everything in the dormitory.

Looking at such a decadent dormitory, Su Yunshu's figure couldn't help but shake, and a deep sense of unease quickly shrouded him in his heart, and he was about to lose his breath.

"The Third Son."

The warm voice sounded in his ears, Su Yunshu was slightly stunned, came back to his senses, forcibly suppressed the emotions that were constantly surging in his heart, turned his head, and happened to meet a pair of warm eyes.

"Young Master Yan?"

Nan Shiyan slowly raised his hand, presented the white jade fan in his hand to Su Yunshu, and smiled slightly, with a soothing meaning, his star-like eyes were full of bright crystals.

The white jade fan in front of him is crystal clear, with delicate and complex lines engraved on it, and the tassels of the pearl and jade are embellished at the end of the fan handle, exuding a shining streamer.

Looking closely, there is also a faint halo lingering on the open fan blade, and faintly, you can see a reflection, which is rotating calmly, looking ......

It is the appearance of a jade flute.

Jade Flute......

As if he suddenly understood something, Su Yunshu's eyes moved, a trace of joy flashed between his eyebrows, and his face was also a little relaxed, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Nan Shiyan was relieved, so he didn't say more, only silently withdrew his hand, lost it behind him, and smiled at Su Yunshu.

Su Yunshu bowed his head, pursed the corners of his lips, and said lightly: "Thank you Gongzi Yan." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Nan Shiyan waved his hand casually, and looked at the depths of this dormitory with a warm and peaceful gaze, with an obvious sense of inquiry.

"This is what Yan should do."

At this moment, Su Yunshu is also rare that he did not go against Nan Shiyan.

Although Su Yunshu is very unkind and obviously hostile to this Yan Gongzi who always beats his sister's idea, now is not the time to think about this.

With a casual flick of his sleeves, Su Yunshu didn't think much about it, his eyes flickered, and a sharp light came out of his eyes.

Several people looked at each other, nodded, and continued to walk forward.

Following the dark red bloodstains, looking at a shadow not far away, Gong Linggui frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

"It's ......"

His gaze lingered on a corpse, Gong Linggui was stunned for a moment, his slender fingers moved, and his spiritual power flew out.

The bloodstained corpse was turned over, revealing an old face with a deep scar visible of the bone, and the flesh turned out, glowing a gloomy black.

Looking at such a familiar and very tragic face, Gong Linggui narrowed his eyes, his mind was running rapidly, as if he had discovered something, but it was like facing a layer of fog, which was within reach, but it was untouchable.

"It's ......"

"Lord Wei Huai!"

An exclamation came from his ears, interrupting his thoughts, Gong Linggui raised his eyes and looked at Mo Qing on his side, with a faint doubt.

"King Sheng also knows Lord Wei?"

"I guess I know each other."

Mo nodded lightly, with a look of memory on his face, and slowly spoke: "Lord Wei Huai has received the supreme medical inheritance, and he is very famous in the four empires. ”

Gong Linggui let out a faint "um", turned to Wei Huai, and said softly: "This is indeed Wei Huai." ”

As he spoke, Gong Linggui stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers lingered with gentle spiritual power, stopping in front of Wei Huai's corpse.

The pale streamer slowly surrounded Wei Huai, like a gurgling stream, with gentle power, immersed in his body.

After a moment, Gong Linggui withdrew his hand and sighed deeply, his eyes heavy.

Su Yunshu came to the side and squatted down, a pair of deep eyes carefully looked at Wei Huai, who was extremely tragic, his face was calm, and he spoke lightly.

"How?"

Gong Linggui flicked his sleeves and spoke slowly, with a bit of coldness.

"The meridians are broken, and the heart is broken."

Saying that, Gong Linggui paused, glanced at Wei Huai lightly, and continued to speak: "The bones of the whole body are crushed, and the heart is also directly pierced through the heart with a sword." ”

Hearing this, a deep surprise appeared on Mo Qing's face, he glanced at the unrecognizable Wei Huai, sighed deeply, and his deep voice was full of regret and sadness.

"I really didn't expect that Lord Wei Huai, who is famous in the four countries, just went like this, and it was still so miserable."

After a little groaning, Mo Qing's gaze fell on the blood stains that had already solidified on the ground, and he sighed deeply and spoke in a deep voice.

"That man's methods are really cruel, and they really surprise this king."

Su Yunshu was silent, looking at Wei Huai's eyes without the slightest wave, as if a layer of frost had condensed.