How could he possibly forget this thing? Back then, it had tormented him until there was no way to heaven or earth, while Wan Qixie and Li Kexiu's men had chased him like a dog.
"Golden Wave Poison Flower!" Song Qingshu's voice turned cold. Someone had actually used Golden Wave Poison Flower against him again.
He examined the assassin outside the window but found no clues to his identity. Song Qingshu frowned. "Who exactly wants to deal with me? Could it be Wan Qixie?"
Golden Wave Poison Flower was exceedingly rare. He only knew that Ling Tuis and the Wan family possessed it. Although he had once held a grudge against Ling Tuis, that had been years ago. Besides, Ling Tuis was far away in Jiangling, making him an unlikely culprit. In Lin'an City, Wan Qixie was now the prime suspect.
Though he was seventy percent certain, Song Qingshu still did not dare let down his guard. At such a critical moment, if there were other enemies lurking in the shadows and watching him without his knowledge, things would be troublesome.
"I need to find out who it is." An idea struck Song Qingshu. He took out a spare set of clothes and put them on the assassin's corpse, carried it onto the bed, and laid it facedown. He made it look as though the man had died from poison, suffering terribly before his death. Then he hid himself atop the crossbeam.
Just as expected, before the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, the door was pushed open. Several men in black cautiously approached the bed and poked the person lying there several times with their blades. Only after confirming that he was dead did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
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