Siming gave Shang Ling a look and he stopped and stood behind him obediently.
"Ahem," he put his hand to his mouth and coughed, "Lord Siming, how is the investigation going?"
Siming put down the account book and waved outside.
The guards brought several people up.
"Replying to the king, Immortal Lord, everyone is trying to capture him."
Sima Ming waved his hand and the guards retreated to both sides.
Those arrested were the head of the mine and the bookkeeper who was responsible for recording the number of spirit stones.
"Tell me, who asked you to smuggle spirit stones to Anhelin these years?" Siming asked.
"My Lord, this has nothing to do with me." The chief clerk knew that there was no hope of escaping, so he confessed, "He told me to remember this. If I didn't do this, he would have killed my whole family."
"Please, Your Majesty, please spare my life!" The chief clerk kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Shang Ling looked coldly at the people around the chief clerk.
This person was once his confidant, but was demoted to this place because of one incident.
"Fusang?" Shang Ling sneered, "You really surprised me."
Siming looked at the two of them in surprise.
Fusang raised his head, and a face that was somewhat similar to Si Daiyou appeared. Siming's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Shang Ling suddenly felt a chill on his back.
But he didn't take it seriously.
Fusang was dressed in black, with a pair of dangerous and cold eyes: "Your Majesty, it's rare to see someone like this in a hundred years."
He glanced at Siming who was standing beside Shang Ling, and there was an even more dangerous aura in his sinister eyes.
"Is your Majesty happy to see an old friend?"
Shang Ling said disappointedly: "Fusang, you have been with me for a long time, and I don't want to do anything to you. I only have one question, who asked you to transport the spirit stones."
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