Chapter 517: Murder in a Secret Room

Lu Yang and his group arrived at Mr. Song's house smoothly without many setbacks.

Lu Yang knocked on the door politely. A young man opened the door. He had no cultivation and was just an ordinary man. His face was pale and his eyes were dark, probably due to lack of rest.

"Who are you three..." The young man looked at Lu Yang and the other two with some caution.

"The three of us are disciples of the Immortal Sect. We were invited by Mr. Song to solve the issue of the painting scroll."

"So he's a disciple of the Immortal Sect!" The young man's eyes widened. The Song family went to the Immortal Sect for help with the mentality of giving it a try, but they didn't expect that the almighty Immortal Sect would actually send someone over!

"My name is Lu Yang, and these two are my junior sisters, Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting."

"Lu Yang?! The invincible Lu Yang in the Jindan stage?!"

The young master was even more shocked when he heard Lu Yang's name. Although he was a mortal, he was from a wealthy family among mortals and knew something about the world of immortal cultivation. If we were to say who had mentioned the most names of cultivators in the past three months, it would be Lu Yang! Coupled with the vigorous promotion of the Taoist Buyu, Lu Yang's name was extremely popular.

It’s just that the immortal cultivation world says that Lu Yang is the number one in the middle Jindan stage, but when it comes to Young Master, it becomes the number one in the Jindan stage.

To him, there is not much difference between the middle Jindan stage and the Jindan stage.

"Song Tian greets the three Taoist priests. Please come in." Song Tian politely invited the three people in, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

After Song Tian's introduction, Lu Yang learned that Mr. Song's full name was Song Jinju, and Song Tian was the eldest son. Now that Mr. Song was old, the Song family's business was mainly managed by Song Tian. He heard about Lu Yang from his cultivator friend while doing business, and confirmed that the things mentioned in the storytelling were true.

In addition to Song Tian, ​​Mr. Song has two sons and a daughter. The second son is named Song Qing, who is a scholar. The third son is named Song Qi, who does nothing all day long and is a typical playboy. Mr. Song is very disappointed with him. The youngest daughter is named Song Lian'er.

Mrs. Song died of illness five years ago.

"Three immortals, you must save our Song family. That painting is so weird that I couldn't sleep all night. The painting must have become a spirit. Our Song family has moved twice, and the painting followed us every time."

When Song Tian saw Lu Yang and the other two, it was like seeing a savior, and all the gloom that had accumulated over the past few days disappeared.

He invited Lu Yang and the other two to sit at the main seats in the lobby, asked a maid to pour tea, and called the butler to call Mr. Song from the study.

Song Tian went to call his family over.

The Song family had been in a state of panic these days, but now that the disciples from the Immortal Sect have stepped in, they can finally rest assured.

Lu Yang picked up the teacup and drank half of it in one gulp, ignoring the scalding water.

What’s boiling water? He used boiling water to take baths before he became an immortal.

Lu Yang put down the teacup and said casually, "The Song family has a gloomy aura."

Tao Yaoye nodded: "Indeed, and the yin energy is strong, there must be a monster hiding in the Song family."

Having said that, judging from the concentration of Yin energy emitted, it does not pose a threat to Lu Yang and the other two.

The three of them had very sharp senses and could hear the Song brothers and sisters walking towards them from afar, talking as they walked.

"Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but our family has invited so many immortal cultivators, and every one of them came back empty-handed. Are you so sure you can trust them this time?" The one with the improper attitude must be the third son, Song Qi.

"Third brother, don't talk nonsense. The people invited by my eldest brother this time are disciples of the immortal sect. Their status is almost equal to that of the imperial court. They are real immortals. Shouldn't it be easy for immortals to deal with mere demons?"

Judging from the tone of his voice, it should be the second son Song Qing.

"And didn't you hear from my elder brother that among the cultivators who came this time there is a Taoist priest named Lu Yang? Even if you are usually uneducated and idle, you should have heard of the storytelling "Legend of the Taoist Sect". As far as I know, the person who wrote the storytelling is the leader of the immortal sect, a top-notch master in the world. Although the things written by such a master sound bizarre, they must be true!"

"Don't show off your knowledge. Second brother, you didn't even pass the exam to become a scholar. Father got mad at you several times, saying that you didn't study a shitload of books. Have you forgotten?"

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"I hope we can successfully take the scroll. After Zhou Lang learned about our family's situation, he didn't dare to see me casually." The voice was a little timid, and it was undoubtedly the youngest daughter, Song Lian'er.

"Little sister, you haven't severed your relationship with that guy yet? Have you forgotten what your father told you? That guy has accomplished nothing and only talks nice words. He is not attracted to you at all, but to the wealth of our Song family!"

"Listen to my second brother's advice and break up quickly. If father finds out that you are still in contact with him, he will break your legs!"

"No, Zhou Lang loves me!"

"Alright, we're going to see the Taoist priest soon, so behave yourself, especially you, my third brother. You'd better not make any mistakes in front of the Taoist priest, otherwise father will not forgive you!"

The Song siblings walked to the lobby while talking.

Lu Yang drank the remaining half cup of tea in one gulp and smacked his lips to rinse his mouth and forget the taste of the wontons.

The interpersonal relationships in the Song family are a bit complicated.

When the Song siblings arrived, Lu Yang just glanced at them and responded to the person who had just spoken.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

The eldest son Song Tian has already seen it.

The one wearing a Confucian robe, clean and tidy, with one hand hanging on his abdomen is the second son Song Qing.

The short guy with an unhappy look on his face is the third son, Song Qi.

The one who avoided Lu Yang's eyes and dared not look directly at him was the youngest daughter, Song Lian'er.

"Meet the Taoist priest."

Song Tian was quite authoritative at home. He asked his younger brothers and sisters to behave themselves, and no one dared to act rashly in front of Lu Yang, not even his third son Song Qi.

"Father hasn't come yet?" Song Tian was a little confused. According to the time, his father should have come.

While Song Tian was puzzled, a figure stumbled into the hall, gasping for breath: "Master, Master, something's wrong!"

Song Tian helped the housekeeper up, feeling something was wrong: "What's wrong, where's father?"

"The master is dead!"

"What?!"

The Song siblings were all shocked, and the younger sister Song Lian'er almost fainted.

Even Lu Yang and the other two didn't expect that their target would die before they even saw him! "Let's go and take a look!"

After all, Song Tian was the eldest brother, so he quickly calmed himself down and asked the housekeeper to take them to the study.

The door of the study was closed. The housekeeper led everyone to the window on the side of the study. There was a big hole in the window, and from inside they could see Mr. Song lying on the ground, bleeding all over the floor, and no breath.

The housekeeper led everyone to climb through the window while saying, "I went to the study to call the master, but after calling for a long time, the master did not respond. The doors and windows of the study were locked. This is the master's habit. He feels safe this way. I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I broke into the room through the window and saw the master lying on the ground."

Tao Yaoye and Lanting were thoughtful. The doors and windows were locked and outsiders could not open them. Mr. Song died inside. This was a typical closed-room murder case.

Lu Yang didn't say anything, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The second update will be before eleven o'clock

(End of this chapter)