Chapter 1788 - 658: Zhuge Qianqiu

At this moment, Hua Shiyi felt as if her three souls and seven spirits were about to fly away.

Her whole body’s hair was about to stand on end.

But just as Hua Shiyi’s three souls and seven spirits were about to fly, and her hair was about to stand,

her entire body suddenly became fixed.

It was Su Mo who had struck her acupoint.

Immediately, a voice sounded by her ear:

"Don’t panic, it’s a dead person."

A dead person?

If Su Mo hadn’t spoken quickly, Hua Shiyi would have thought he had conspired with the person on the beam to harm her.

Now, hearing this, she took a closer look and realized that the person was actually lying on the beam.

This four-eyed meeting was actually because the person was lying face-up, and she was looking down at his face.

There was no breath rising and falling, nor any heartbeat.

Truly, he’s dead!

In that instant, Hua Shiyi cursed in her heart.

Thinking, which bastard left a dead body on the beam to scare others.

This isn’t something you left behind like a shed skin.

Why throw it up there for no reason?

Moreover... if you have the skill, why not throw it to the top of Weiyang Palace?

Throwing it on the beam is of no skill.

Simply gave people a scare.

But after taking a closer look, she was shocked.

Only now did she recognize the person’s appearance.

At the same time, Su Mo’s somewhat puzzled voice came:

"Why would Sikong Hua Ji die here?

"If he’s dead here, then who’s the one below?"

Hua Shiyi was entirely confused; you ask me, whom should I ask?

She felt chilled to the bone for a moment.

And Su Mo then looked at the Sikong Hua Ji below who was being served by two maidens.

To be honest, he was surprised just now.

With his martial arts skills, he hadn’t detected someone on the beam.

It was truly unbelievable.

Precisely because it was unbelievable, Su Mo couldn’t believe this was truly a living person.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized it as a corpse.

Knowing Hua Shiyi would be horrified by this, to avoid revealing traces, he had struck her acupoint.

Steadying her breath and pulse.

But upon closer inspection of the person’s face, he was stunned.

Clearly, Sikong Hua Ji was down below; so how is there another dead one?

Then... which one is the real Sikong Hua Ji?

Su Mo pondered for a moment and consequently opened the task panel.

[Task: Escort the contents of the Brocade Box to Imperial Court Mountain Weiyang Palace, to be given to Tianjing Sect Master Sikong Hua Ji! (In Progress...)]

The task hadn’t failed.

Could it be this dead one isn’t Sikong Hua Ji?

And the one below is?

With this thought, he then heard the door open.

Looking down, a young man in splendid attire stepped into the room.

First looking at the two women, then at Sikong Hua Ji lying on the soft couch.

He immediately laughed:

"Sikong Sect Master is enjoying himself, such pretty maidens are seldom seen."

"...Hall Master, if you like, they’re yours."

Sikong Hua Ji weakly smiled and softly told the two women:

"Go serve the Hall Master in his room."

Upon hearing, the two women trembled slightly but still respectfully bowed:

"Yes."

Then proceeded to walk out.

As they passed by the Hall Master, he slapped one of them on the bottom, showing a lewd expression.

The slapped maiden was instantly teary.

Yet held back and did not cry, obediently leaving the room.

And closed the door as they left.

The room instantly fell silent.

Yet at this time, the Hall Master, originally arrogant, suddenly stepped forward and knelt with one knee:

"Son pays respect to Father."

"!!!"

On the beam, Hua Shiyi suddenly widened her eyes.

How could the Hall Master call Sikong Hua Ji father?

Her gaze instantly caught the corpse beside, and she realized.

Jinglong Hall Master Zhuge Qianqiu, taking advantage of Sikong Hua Ji’s serious injuries, had slain him, and then executed Li Dai Taojiang.

Transforming into Sikong Hua Ji!?

It makes sense!

But the question is, why?

As the Hall Master of Jinglong Hall, looking across Xizhou, he was high above, suppressing Eight Sects and Nine Peaks for years.

Why plot against a mere Tianjing Sect?

Su Mo thus was thoughtful upon seeing this.

Then saw Sikong Hua Ji rise from the soft couch, his body showing no sign of injury.

He gently waved:

"Rise."

Hall Master stood up, no longer showing any absurdity.

Sikong Hua Ji stretched out his hand:

"Night clothes in that cabinet for you to take.

"Besides it is Soft Muscle Powder."

"Soft Muscle Powder?"

Hall Master slightly frowned.

Only to hear ’Sikong Hua Ji’ laugh:

"Of Tianjing Sect’s four elders, last night was Elder Zhou, tonight should be Elder Zhang.

"But this person is superior in martial arts to Elder Zhou.

"Must use some means, make sure to strike with one hit."

"Yes."

Answered the Hall Master.

Then heard ’Sikong Hua Ji’ exhort:

"Means that are bloody and cruel can be used.

"But the matter of human skin must not be relaxed...

"Additionally, you need to write a line of words on the wall with blood."

He spoke, seemingly pondering what to write.

Hall Master softly said:

"I heard that Supreme Elder of Nanhai has a Divine Skill called Star Shifting.

"It says, return the way to the body as it came.

"Father, do you find these words usable?"

Su Mo, on the beam, was speechless.

If I indeed were far in Nanhai, this far-reaching blame for nothing happened suddenly?