Chapter 120 Tang San's Report Letter

In the hidden corner that Amon had glanced at for the last time, Tang San leaned against a big tree, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to make a sound.

It was not until half a while later that he carefully poked his head out from behind the tree, and saw that Amon had left, and began to breathe heavily.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his face looked frightened.

In fact, he originally wanted to assassinate Amon, but he saw Shi Nian also sneakily following Amon, so he used the Tang Sect's unique skill "Ghost Shadow Tracking Step" to secretly follow him.

Seeing Shi Nian attack Amon, he was a little happy, but the final result shocked him.

Amon actually killed Shi Nian, and it didn't seem to take much effort!

When Shi Nian took action, the seven bright soul rings showed his identity as a soul saint, which was a strong man at the same level as Flanders and Liu Erlong!

But such a powerful soul master died in the hands of a young man who looked only four or five years older than him, and Tang San couldn't help but be shocked.

Tang San didn't dare to stay here any longer, firstly because he was afraid that Amon would return, and secondly because the explosion just now might attract the guards in the city.

If he didn't leave, and they saw him and Shi Nian's body together, he would never be able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Amon stood on the city wall, watching Tang San return from outside the city, pinched his monocle, and smiled.

He didn't keep the soul bone in his own hands, but immediately sent a clone to deliver it to the original body.

After Tang San returned to the city, he secretly wrote an anonymous letter to report Amon's killing of Shi Nian to the Spirit Hall.

He used a hidden weapon technique to quietly throw the letter at the feet of the guard at the door of the Spirit Hall.

Worried that the Spirit Hall would not take action, he also wrote about the soul bone, intending to lure people with benefits and get rid of Amon with the help of the Spirit Hall.

The guard picked up the letter and opened it with some curiosity to take a few glances.

"What are you looking at?" Another guard came over, "Is this... a letter?"

"I think so."

"Can you read?"

"No, how about you?"

"I don't know either."

Their conversation made Tang San, who was secretly watching the development of the situation, look dazed.

A soul master dressed as a deacon happened to pass by and said lightly: "What are you looking at?"

"It seems to be a letter. I don't know when it appeared under my feet."

The deacon took the letter, his expression suddenly changed, and he said seriously:

"This is a serious matter. Don't disclose it casually. I will report to Bishop Saras now."

"Oh, yes." The two guards looked at each other. They didn't know what was written on it at all.

Seeing this scene, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Shrek Academy.

The deacon who got the report letter did not go to Saras as he said before, but came to an empty corner, pinched his eyes, and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

He took out a pen, erased the word "Amon" on the report letter, and imitated the notes on it, writing the words "Tang San".

After doing this, he took the report letter to the second floor and casually threw it at the door of Saras' office.

Then, he continued to walk forward, took the stairs to the third floor at the end of the corridor, and knocked on Walter's door.

"Why are you here?" Seeing Amon dressed like this, Walter was stunned at first, then recognized him and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, I came to talk to you about the future of Yan Jin, the troublemaker." Amon sat casually on a chair and chuckled.

"Yan Jin... do you have any arrangements for her?" Walter frowned.

"Not yet, and on this point, you, the master, have more say than me." Amon spread his hands.

Walter pondered for a moment and said softly, "Originally I planned to let her perform well in the Soul Master Competition, show her talent as much as possible, and then find her a good job in the Spirit Hall with a high starting point."

"Originally?"

"Yes, originally, now I have changed my mind. Yan Jin's talent is surprisingly good, and the path I can arrange for her is not worthy of her talent."

Walter's face showed a trace of distress, "But I can't give her a better arrangement for the time being. In fact, I wanted to ask you for your thoughts after a while."

"Then should I let her continue to follow me?" Amon said with a smile.

"You? Do you plan to join the Spirit Hall, or choose to accept the recruitment of Her Highness Xue?" Walter asked.

"It depends on which side has a higher price." Amon said bluntly.

Walter was silent for a while, "Then ask Yan Jin for her own opinion. She should learn to make her own choices."

After saying goodbye to Walter, Amon returned to Dennis's mansion.

Sarath, who had just returned from an outing, saw the report letter at his door. After picking it up and reading it, his eyes were slightly dignified. The death of a leader soul saint was not a trivial matter, and it was also related to soul bones.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he walked to the gate and asked the guards: "Do you remember this report letter?"

"Yes, yes... It suddenly appeared at my feet when I was on guard, and then a deacon came to take it away and said he would present it to you, Lord Sarath." A guard replied.

"Which deacon?"

"Uh..." The guard tried hard to recall, but he only remembered that there was a person wearing a deacon's clothes, but he couldn't remember the person's appearance at all.

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and he looked at Sarath tremblingly, "Sorry... Sorry, Lord Sarath, I can't remember it clearly."

Sarath glanced at another guard, but got the same answer.

The reason why the guard couldn't remember the appearance of the "deacon" was because he was affected by Amon's soul skills.

After obtaining the fifth soul ring, Amon's stealing can steal some conceptual things about people's hearts and minds.

Of course, it can only be immediate concepts. He can't steal past concepts such as memories.

When communicating with the guards, he stole a certain "sense of existence" of himself, which made the guards' impression of him very vague.

Seeing their appearance, Sarath snorted coldly, "Waste."

But he didn't make things difficult for the guards. The two looked like they were affected by some kind of spiritual soul skills.

The guards on duty were just ordinary people. It was normal that they couldn't resist the methods of the soul master. There was no need to be too harsh.

Sarath returned to the office and read the report letter carefully again. The alterations on it confused him.

After a while, he called a deacon and ordered: "Go check Shi Nian's whereabouts today, and Tang San's whereabouts today."

"Yes."

...

The next day, Sarath led the students of Canghui College and several Templars to Shrek College in a menacing manner.

Accompanying him was Ning Fengzhi, who represented the royal family of Tiandou Empire.

"Isn't this the Platinum Bishop Sarath... Sorry for not welcoming you, please have some tea."

Seeing that he was not friendly, Flanders welcomed him in and served him a cup of "Starry Sky".

"Starry Sky" is the lowest grade of tea, and it tastes very bad.

Sarath was careless for a moment, and was not prepared. He took a sip and his face became very ugly.

Ning Fengzhi suppressed his smile and coughed lightly, "Dean Flanders, your tea is not very good.

"The purpose of our trip is to investigate the murder of Shi Nian, the leader of Canghui College.

"A body was found outside the city yesterday, and students from Canghui Academy recognized the body as their missing teacher.

"So they appealed to the organizing committee of the competition, hoping that we would investigate the matter strictly. Lord Sarath seemed to have received some news and came directly to Shrek Academy.

"As the teacher of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I am also a representative of the royal family, so I came to see it."

Ning Fengzhi was worried that Flanders would be unprepared and say something unfavorable to himself, so he explained his intentions first.

"Humph." Sarath snorted coldly, "We in the Spirit Hall will never tolerate such bad behavior."

Flanders was a little confused and asked, "Since Sarath is like this, Lord Sarath should go and catch the murderer. Why come to our Shrek Academy?"

"Of course it's because the suspect is in your academy."

"Lord Sarath, even if you are the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, you can't slander others casually. Do you think I am the murderer who killed Shi Nian?" Flanders said angrily.

"You?" Sarath glanced at him and shook his head. "Not you. Call the student named Tang San from your academy. I have some questions to ask him."

"Do you doubt that a student can kill Shi Nian?" Flanders looked at Sarath with an idiotic look.

"Stop talking nonsense and let him cooperate with the investigation." Sarath said coldly.

"Then let him come. I hope that Lord Sarath can give me a satisfactory explanation at that time, otherwise I will not let it go... Although our Shrek Academy is not a big force, we will not let anyone bully us."

Flanders had a bad premonition in his heart and winked at Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang understood and said, "I'll call Xiao San over."

He hurriedly walked out of the reception room, found Tang San, and asked softly, "Xiao San, tell me what happened?"

Yu Xiaogang told Tang San what happened in the reception room.

Tang San was also puzzled. Why did the people from the Spirit Hall find him? They should have gone to find trouble with Amon.

"Teacher, things are a bit complicated. I'll explain to you later. Let's deal with the people from the Spirit Hall first."

"Okay, just know what's going on."

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San came to the reception room of Shrek Academy.

Tang San stepped forward and saluted Ning Fengzhi, "Hello, Uncle Ning."

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Sarath's eyes became colder and colder. He asked sternly, "Tang San, where did you go yesterday afternoon?"

Tang San's eyes condensed slightly, and he said calmly, "What does Lord Sarath mean?"

"Your teacher should have told you about it when he asked you to come here, right? Don't play dumb, tell me where you went yesterday afternoon?"

"The teacher did tell me about it, but when he was a Soul Saint, why did you ask me, a small Soul Sect, about his death? Do you think I can kill a Soul Saint?" Tang San asked back.

Ning Fengzhi chimed in: "Yes, isn't this a bit inappropriate, Lord Sarath? Tang San is just a Soul Sect, he can't be the murderer."

"Okay, then you guys take a look at this." Sarath took out the report letter:

"Because of this, I asked him... Don't worry, I won't wrongly accuse a good person, but I will definitely not let the murderer go."

Thanks to the killer queen mother and Yeyue Feiying for the reward. (ˇˇ)