Chapter 1789 - 658: Zhuge Qianqiu_2

"Using one’s own method against them..."

The ’Sikong Hua Ji’ pondered for a moment, then smiled:

"Young people think quickly. Leaving behind these eight characters, ’using one’s own method against them’, is just right.

"Time is short, go quickly and return quickly."

"Yes..."

The hall master responded and stood up, going to get his night clothes.

Meanwhile, on the beam, Su Mo slightly furrowed his brows.

From the conversation between this father and son, it seemed that Elder Zhou was killed by this hall master.

Peeling the skin and discarding the body afterward were all his doing.

This was neither Dongmen Yong’s method nor Jianghu people seeking revenge on Sikong Hua Ji.

It was a play directed by this father and son.

After a brief contemplation, Su Mo seemed to understand somewhat.

While Su Mo was somewhat understanding, Hua Shiyi was completely dumbfounded.

Totally unable to comprehend.

Feeling that even though secrets were uncovered tonight, it was like a blind man listening to thunder.

Completely clueless.

The hall master, on the other hand, while changing into night clothes, looked back at ’Sikong Hua Ji’:

"Father... can this really be done?"

"At this point, why ask more of this?"

’Sikong Hua Ji’ glanced at the hall master, lightly shaking his head:

"All these years, Jinglong Hall managed to rise above others because of what, there’s no need for me to say more, you know it.

"What your grandfather pursued all his life, he just wished to break free from them.

"Unfortunately, looking across Xizhou, there might be no one who can defy them.

"We martial artists may not claim to reverse fate, but we hope to control our own future.

"Your grandfather and I, spent our whole lives as slaves to others.

"I just hope you don’t end up the same way.

"Son, just go and do it.

"Only by thoroughly stirring these waters, can we have a chance to turn things around."

"Yes."

The hall master took a deep breath:

"I will remember father’s words."

As he spoke, he had already put on his night clothes, pushed open the window, slightly cupped his fists towards ’Sikong Hua Ji’, and then his figure flashed as he leapt out of Weiyang Palace.

Watching the hall master leave, ’Sikong Hua Ji’ finally let out a long breath.

For a moment his brow furrowed, muttering to himself:

"Time waits for no one."

Suddenly, he looked up at the beam.

And immediately sprang up.

When he descended, he was holding a corpse in his hand.

Extending his hand, just about to destroy the face of this corpse.

But the next moment, he was taken aback with horror.

He turned around abruptly, only to see sitting on the soft couch where he was lying before was now a black clad man.

"Who are you?"

’Sikong Hua Ji’ asked in a low voice.

Afraid to alert the people outside.

He was now wearing Sikong Hua Ji’s face, holding Sikong Hua Ji’s corpse.

If this person shouted, the people outside would break in forcefully.

Then all his schemes would be completely shattered.

At that moment, even with ’Sikong Hua Ji’s’ shrewdness, he felt cold sweat forming on his forehead, but it was blocked by the human skin mask, unable to flow down.

With the intention to silence him immediately.

However, this person came silently, evident of extraordinary martial arts.

Even if he wanted to kill him, it would be difficult to succeed in one move.

Once a commotion occurred, it would still be a total defeat.

Therefore, he dared not act rashly.

Su Mo sat on the soft couch, tilting his head to examine the person in front of him, smiling slightly:

"Should I call you, Sikong Sect Master, or should I call you... Master Zhuge?"

"...When did you arrive?"

’Sikong Hua Ji’s’ expression was as still as water.

"Just before the hall master arrived."

Su Mo smiled:

"Just now, listening to the exchange with Sikong Sect Master, it was truly enlightening."

’Sikong Hua Ji’s’ heart sank further and further.

His conversation with his son just now had been entirely overheard by this person.

This secret matter was now known to others.

But what should he do?

Though his heart was in turmoil, he still tried to maintain a composed appearance.

Lightly smiling:

"Sir, dressed in black at night, coming to this place, is surely not just to chat idly with Sikong Hua Ji, right?

"This person committed evil, practiced the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique, and had countless blood debts under his hand.

"Do you have a grudge against him?"

"Master Zhuge seems to know quite a bit."

Su Mo’s gaze remained unchanged:

"So, your father and son’s actions are indeed to provoke those on Imperial Court Mountain against Sikong Hua Ji?

"Thus seeking a group of ’like-minded’ individuals to cooperate?

"To be honest, I somewhat understand the matter, yet there are still things I don’t understand.

"I wonder if Master Zhuge could enlighten me?"

Zhuge Qianqiu listened with furrowed brows.

The two of them seemingly exchanged words casually, but they were actually probing each other’s base.

However, Su Mo’s side showed not a trace of leakage.

On the contrary, Zhuge Qianqiu’s intentions were pretty much guessed by the other.

But it was understandable.

Having overheard the secrets from the beam, he naturally held the upper hand in this exchange.

As long as he held onto the topic, the more Zhuge spoke, the more he would leak.

But there was no other choice.

This person came mysteriously, with unknown intentions.

The only visible thing was that this person was not necessarily a friend of Sikong Hua Ji.

Otherwise, they would have already engaged in combat.

Therefore, there might still be room to maneuver.

With a slight smile:

"What does sir wish to ask me?"

"Who has Jinglong Hall been serving all these years?"