Seeing Zhang Yang's expression, Ning Rongrong asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Zhang Yang? Did you see something again?"
"Heh heh." Zhang Yang chuckled without speaking. Instead, he tapped the wrist of his left hand with the sword-finger gesture formed by his index and middle fingers.
Left wrist? Wrist? Bracelet? That unlucky Song Sheng's Storage Bracelet? The victim's family?
Ning Rongrong immediately understood when she saw the gesture and quickly followed Zhang Yang's previous line of sight, searching one person after another.
Very soon, Ning Rongrong spotted someone.
This man was also around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and he looked ninety percent like Song Sheng, who had died by the roadside. At the moment, he was happily having dinner with several richly dressed young men and women. They were even discussing taking everyone to the Great Soul Arena later to watch Soul Battles, saying that the private room their family had rented would happen to be vacant today.
"Heh, how leisurely..." His own relative's corpse was already lying exposed in the wilderness, yet he still had the mood to discuss going to the Great Soul Arena. Ning Rongrong wanted to make a few remarks, but Zhang Yang stopped her with a look.
Only after those young masters and little princesses had eaten and drunk their fill before leaving the restaurant did Ning Rongrong look at Zhang Yang in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yang said helplessly, "We still haven't figured things out. Don't jump to conclusions. Song Sheng only died a couple of days ago, so news of his death probably hasn't reached them yet. There's nothing to criticize about his family eating and drinking."
Zhang Yang scratched the corner of his eye and continued, "Song Sheng's family has kept a private room rented at Luoshang City's Great Soul Arena year-round.