Jiang Wuspoon died so mysteriously, the rumors of the Chenming Continent Song Pingcun had no time to take care of it, thinking for a long time in front of the mourning hall, the surrounding atmosphere was extremely heavy, the white flags fluttered, and the mourning came and went, as if the entire sect was a little unacceptable because of Jiang Wutong's departure.

Although the Liangyi Divine Sect is not full of disasters and difficulties, in order to gain Song Pingcun's trust one after another, the entire sect has paid a huge price. It was not easy to obtain Song Pingcun's understanding, and the entire Chenming Continent seemed to be developing in a peaceful and stable direction.

However, the sect master of his own sect died mysteriously, except for leaving a suicide note accusing Song Pingcun of framing him, he did not even arrange a successor to the affairs of the sect, and now the entire sect is full of elders to discuss and deal with it.

Fortunately, it was the environment of the Chenming Continent now, otherwise this would be a major event that would have caused the internal strife of the Liangyi Divine Sect to begin to gradually fall apart. Song Pingcun came to offer condolences, and promised to find out the reason or the murderer in front of everyone, and the disciples of the Liangyi Divine Sect were a little relieved.

Elder Zhang Zhang and Zhang Mingyu, one is in charge of the Library Pavilion, and the other is in charge of the Internal Affairs Hall, the two are originally brothers and sisters, and they are currently blessed among the elders of the Liangyi Divine Sect. The funeral of Jiang Wuspoon is basically the main responsibility of the two siblings.

Originally, the guests who mourned would go to the newly built sect master's hall to rest for a while, but Song Pingcun had been standing in the mourning hall, Zhang Zhangqian was a little nervous in his eyes, standing next to the coffin in the mourning hall, not moving, as if representing the family's thanks.

Song Ping looked at the door of the mourning hall for a long time, his eyes kept scanning the crowd in the mourning hall, his mood was not relaxed, and the doubts in his heart could not be dissipated. No matter how you look at the suicide note, it is strange, and the death of Jiang Wuspoon is even more bizarre.

For a day and a night, Song Pingcun didn't find anyone who surprised him, almost all of the people who should have come and those who shouldn't have come had already come, until a disciple of the Liangyi Divine Sect came to invite him to the sect master's hall, and the sect elder had something to ask him to preside. Song Pingcun sighed, turned around and prepared to go, but the moment he turned around, he finally knew that something was wrong. There were two people in the mourning hall who, like him, had never left, and even one of them had never even moved his body.

He also stayed in the Liangyi Divine Sect for a short period of time, restoring the new building, and the two elders were very busy coming in and out.

The body that had already turned half of it turned around again, and his gaze remained unchanged, but Song Pingcun walked straight towards Jiang Wutong's coffin. Seeing that the disciples who came to invite behind him looked puzzled.

Directly in front of the mourning hall, the dark coffin lay there quietly, but it seemed to tell an unknown secret. Originally, with respect for the deceased, Song Pingcun had never had any doubts about the coffin, but at this moment, with every step he took, his eyes looked straight ahead, and the eyes of the two elders who had never left the mourning hall became more and more nervous, which deepened Song Pingcun's suspicions.

In just a few breaths, Song Pingcun walked to the incense case of the coffin, and he should have stopped normally, but his figure flashed, appeared directly next to the coffin, and stretched out his hand to open the lid of the coffin. However, at the moment when he was about to touch the lid of the coffin, Zhang Zhang, the elder of the Liangyi Divine Sect who had been beside the coffin, made a fierce move and stopped in front of Song Pingcun.

And the other elder, Zhang Mingyu, looked panicked, and quickly walked towards the coffin

"Sect Master Song, slow down!" Zhang Zhang stopped Song Pingcun's hand and said in a deep voice, "The deceased should be respected, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to do this." ”

Song Pingcun ignored Zhang Zhang's obstruction, put his palm on top of the coffin, and said lightly: "Touching the coffin and giving Lao Jiang a ride, what's wrong?" ”

Zhang Zhang's face changed suddenly. Zhang Mingyu, who was walking quickly, also stopped.

Song Pingcun looked at the two of them playfully, "What are your opinions?" ”

"Sect Master Song, I'm sorry, I misunderstood!" Zhang Zhang hurriedly lowered his head and apologized, and the sweat on his forehead had fallen to the ground with a snap.

"Nervous? Why? Song Pingcun put his hand on the top of the coffin and asked.

I was asking here, and an aura in my hand had entered through the lid of the coffin, and under the feeling of the aura, the coffin was empty. But Song Pingcun's face did not change at all, and his eyes kept scanning the faces of the two of them.

"Slap" Zhang Zhang couldn't stand it at first, and knelt down directly, "Sect Master Song, I can't hide it, and we didn't think of it......"

Zhang Zhang's face was embarrassed, as if he was hesitating!

"Still unwilling to tell the truth?" Song Pingcun's words were cold, he withdrew the palm that was placed on the coffin, turned it over to look at the palm prints in his palm, and his heart was already fluctuating at this moment.

Zhang Zhang glanced back at Zhang Mingyu, hesitated and finally spoke, "Please forgive Sect Master Song." The body of the suzerain, the suzerain, is gone, and there is nothing in the coffin. ”

"When?" Song Pingcun's face instantly became extremely gloomy, "What the hell is going on?" How could a body disappear for no reason? ”

The two elders looked at each other, their faces full of trepidation and uneasiness, "We don't know either! The body has been placed in the coffin, and we have never left the mourning hall. But not long before you came, Elder Mingyu and I left for a while, and when I came back, I realized that something was wrong, and there was a gap in the coffin that was originally tight. ”

Song Pingcun stared closely into the eyes of the two elders, trying to read some clues from their eyes. However, all he saw was endless panic and confusion. The word "strategy" token appeared in his hand, secretly entering the qi of the divine soul, the two people in front of him were depressed, but there were no ups and downs, he knew that although this matter may not be directly related to these two people, the things behind this are by no means simple. Maybe there's an even bigger secret behind it.

"Have you found anything suspicious?" Song Pingcun put away the token and asked in a deep voice, revealing a trace of undoubted majesty in his tone.

Zhang Zhang and Zhang Mingyu glanced at each other again, both shook their heads slightly, and Zhang Mingyu said, "There is really nothing suspicious." At this time, it was too weird, and I didn't dare to say it, and I asked Sect Master Song for forgiveness. ”

"You are simply stupid!" Song Pingcun looked at these two people speechlessly, especially Zhang Mingyu, a female elder, it was not unreasonable to die early in the Fantasy Universe World, it was stupid to the extreme.

What is there to hide about this kind of thing, the time has passed for a day and a night, and even if there are any clues to catch up, it will be too late.

Song Pingcun gently pushed open the lid of the coffin, and when his eyes looked inside, there was indeed nothing. The body that was supposed to lie in it quietly forever was gone, and I don't know where it went. Jiang Wuspoon died without even leaving a spiritual root, and the breath could not be tracked at all, because the dead person had no breath.

It's a pity that he only can't understand the perception and cultivation of the yin spirit, and it seems that this has become an incomprehensible secret.