A group of high-ranking officials of the Presidential Palace, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with great power, were gathered in the hall.

When the middle-aged man walked into the hall, the air froze instantly.

The moment they saw the middle-aged man, the senior officials' legs softened involuntarily, and their knees seemed to be out of control, and they were about to kneel down to salute.

Their expressions were extremely respectful, and their eyes were full of awe and fear.

The middle-aged man simply waved his hand gently, indicating that everyone should not be polite.

He is someone who can make all the high-ranking officials in the Presidential Palace, who are usually very powerful, look up to him.

Even the former imperial teacher Yang Yunchan followed him closely like a shadow, and his identity had already been revealed.

That’s right, he is the president who has already proclaimed himself emperor.

Oh, no, at this moment he should be respectfully called Emperor Hongxian!

When Emperor Hongxian walked to the center of the hall with heavy steps.

His footsteps suddenly became extremely heavy, as if every step was carrying a heavy burden.

He slowly squatted down and lifted the white cloth on the ground with trembling hands.

When that familiar yet lifeless face came into view, Emperor Hongxian felt his whole body tremble, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue.

His body staggered back half a step uncontrollably and he almost stumbled and fell.

Fortunately, Yang Yunchan behind him was quick-witted and quick-handed. He rushed forward like an arrow and held him steadily.

Yang Yunchan looked solemn, his eyes full of worry, and said softly: "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences!"

Emperor Hongxian said nothing, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

He sat heavily on the chair beside him, staring blankly at his son's body on the ground, his mind constantly replaying every moment he had spent with his son.

Those images, like sharp blades, pierced his heart.

Two days ago, he criticized his eldest son with a serious face for being useless.

But who could have imagined that the two of them are now separated forever and will never see each other again.

For a moment, he was overwhelmed with grief and tears streamed down his face.

At this moment, no one dared to make a sound. One could hear a pin drop in the entire hall, for fear of disturbing him.

After a while, Emperor Hongxian suddenly raised his head, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Investigate! Find out who it is and I will tear him into pieces!"

The voice was filled with extremely suppressed anger and hatred, which made people shudder.

"Also, no one is allowed to spread what happened today, otherwise, I will make him lose his head!"

Emperor Hongxian said with gritted teeth.

"Yes!"

The high-ranking officials in front of him nodded repeatedly, not daring to breathe, for fear of angering the emperor who was already in a rage.

Then, Emperor Hongxian turned around and said to Yang Yunchan: "Mr. Yang, I'll leave the matter here to you."

"I will do my best." Yang Yunchan responded.

Emperor Hongxian was not in good health and was in a state of extreme sadness at the moment.

After a while, he felt unwell and was helped to rest.

Yang Yunchan turned around, walked to the eldest son's body, took a look at the other's death, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He called everyone who knew the situation one by one and asked them about it in detail.

As the investigation deepened, Yang Yunchan's expression became more and more solemn.

From these people, he learned an important piece of information - the one who killed the eldest son seemed to be a ghost.

But how could an ordinary ghost rashly break into the Presidential Palace?

This place is very popular, and Emperor Hongxian once lived here. It is shrouded in royal aura, so ordinary ghosts dare not approach easily.

And it is unlikely that evil ghosts would kill people for no reason.

There must be someone behind this!

Yang Yunchan went to the crime scene again to check.

I suddenly smelled a strange odor in the air and couldn't help but frown.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and looked around the room.

Except for the door, there is no other way to enter the room.

Standing up, Yang Yunchan quickly walked out of the room and couldn't help but take a deep breath of the outside air.

He stood alone in the courtyard, his posture as straight as a pine tree, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

Yang Yunchan knew very well that the person who could break into the Presidential Palace silently under such heavy guard and kill the eldest son was definitely not an ordinary person.

Various possibilities kept emerging in Yang Yunchan's mind, and his eyes were full of doubt and thought.

"Could it be that the eldest son has offended some unknown evil cultivator?"

"But where did this evil cultivator come from, and why did he attack the eldest son?"

The next day, the sun struggled to penetrate the thick clouds and shone on the land, but it could not dispel the haze in people's hearts.

A piece of breaking news was like a huge rock dropped into a calm lake.

The news was spread again, and although only the top leaders knew about it, it still caused a huge stir.

Commissioner Zhao is dead!

This news was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Even the Su family, who had always been at odds with them, were shocked!

You know, Commissioner Zhao was a very important figure in the previous National Government!

His death was undoubtedly a huge shock.

The deaths of the eldest son and Commissioner Zhao one after another made it hard not to wonder if there was any connection between the two events.

For a time, all kinds of speculation and discussions spread among the top leaders, and people were in panic.

When Yang Yunchan heard the news, his heart tightened and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He knew that this matter was of great importance and that the truth must be found out as soon as possible.

So he immediately sent people to investigate Commissioner Zhao's recent situation.

After an intensive investigation, his men finally brought an important clue.

It turned out that Commissioner Zhao had previously met a wizard from Siam.

The man was mysterious and always wore a black robe and a wide-brimmed hat that covered his face completely.

The man was mysterious and his methods were strange. He was a sorcerer.

Yang Yunchan couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that the deaths of the two were related to this person?

He recalled the women's previous descriptions of how the eldest son was harmed by evil spirits.

It is rumored that the wizards in Siam like to raise little ghosts to do things for them.

Isn't this exactly what those women described?

In order to further find out the truth, Yang Yunchan immediately led people to the crime scene.

It was a Buddhist temple. The door was usually closed, but now it was filled with a strange atmosphere.

In the Buddhist temple, the incense burner was knocked over and the ashes were scattered all over the ground.

When Yang Yunchan saw the furnishings in the Buddhist hall, his pupils suddenly shrank and a strong shock surged in his heart.

"Black tribute technique!"

The person next to him asked cautiously, his eyes full of doubt: "Mr. Yang, have you figured out something?"

"If my guess is correct, the person who killed the eldest son and Commissioner Zhao is likely the same person."

Yang Yunchan did not hide anything, and said slowly with a hint of solemnity in his voice, "Moreover, the person who made the move is a tribute master with profound Taoism."

"Isn't it said that he is a sorcerer from Siam?"

The man was stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

Yang Yunchan snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

“Others may not know the origins of these people, but I know them very well.

They are just a lineage of black witches who were expelled from Maoshan in the past.

When the Boxers broke out in cholera, they secretly fanned the flames and did all kinds of bad things.

For their own selfish desires, they are willing to sacrifice the lives of countless innocent people.

Later, they were besieged by the imperial court and foreigners. They fled from the battlefield and hid in the Nanyang area.

Unexpectedly, Jin Chao returned to China again and started to stir up trouble again."

Hearing this, the other party was suddenly startled.

"Since we have confirmed that he is the murderer, should we find someone who knows the situation, draw a portrait of this person, and issue a city-wide wanted notice?" the man asked anxiously.

After Yang Yunchan pondered for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, do this as soon as possible. In addition, block all major traffic routes to prevent this person from escaping. I will go back and report this to His Majesty. This matter is of great importance and His Majesty must be informed."

"Yes!"

The man bowed respectfully, then hurriedly took the order and left.

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……

In front of a breakfast stall, Lin Mo was reading a newspaper leisurely.

When he saw the wanted portrait published in the newspaper, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The person above is clearly the blue-eyed tribute teacher Zhao Shuisheng who was killed by him.

I didn't expect that my attempt to divert trouble would actually fool those people.

However, he flipped through the entire newspaper and did not see any news about the death of the eldest son and Commissioner Zhao.

Obviously, the authorities are deliberately blocking this news.

However, these have nothing to do with Lin Mo.

He put down the money and ordered three more servings of tofu pudding to take home.

Then he stood up, took leisurely steps, and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.