The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 103 The mole?

She raised her gloomy eyes and stared at Song Qingyun closely.

"The monster's condition is not right, and the arrangement here is not right either."

“Everything is wrong!”

At the very beginning, Song Wanning knew that the Song family had been ambushed, but she thought that there might be something wrong with the assigned residence and that someone had tampered with it.

Because the Song family had no way to intervene in the issue of the base, it was the easiest place to make trouble.

But just now I thought about it carefully. Besides the problem with the base, I'm afraid...

"You also think there's a traitor?"

Song Qingyun frowned, sighed and asked.

Song Wanning remained silent, then nodded after a moment.

It turns out that Dad had thought of it a long time ago.

"At first, I also thought it was a problem with the station arrangement. The person behind the scenes arranged our Song family here to let us relax our vigilance and then attract monsters to kill our disciples."

"But then I always felt something was wrong, but it was just a guess..."

The people he brought with him were all his own disciples, so naturally he didn't want to think about it that way, but he had to.

After all, he had to be responsible for the other disciples, so he found some trusted disciples early in the morning and asked them to pay attention to the conditions of the disciples.

Song Wanning's expression was gloomy. "In my previous life, I briefly glanced at the bodies of my disciples. At the time, I was so grief-stricken and angry that I didn't notice anything unusual. But just now, I recalled it carefully and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the way they died."

"They don't look like they were brutally killed by monsters. It's more like... they were killed and then trampled by monsters..."

"You mean to say they died long before the beast tide!???!!!"

Song Qingyun was shocked and his pupils trembled again and again.

"I'm not sure, but... this feeling is very strong!"

Song Wanning frowned even more deeply, and said in confusion: "It seems a bit unnecessary..."

It seems that there is no need for the person behind this to do these things.

Provoking a monster riot would have been enough to kill the disciples, so beheading them prematurely would have been unnecessary...

Why kill them first?

Song Wanning couldn't figure it out, so she could only treat it as an immature guess.

Song Qingyun also thought of this. The two of them thought in silence for a long time, then walked to the sand table and looked at it while discussing.

Both of them felt that there was a certain probability that Song Wanning's intuition would come true, and were thinking about how to avoid it.

……

"Song Yuanlang, I heard there might be a monster attack tonight. How about we compete to see who can kill the most monsters?"

Song Yue'er smiled, raised her eyebrows, walked over and patted Song Yuanlang on the shoulder.

Song Yuanlang looked indifferent, slapped her hand away and nodded.

"Hey, if you lose, you have to call me sister!"

Song Yue'er suddenly smiled happily, looking heartless.

They had all inquired about it, and found out that the beast tide here was not serious this time, and many of the garrison troops had reaped rich rewards.

She also wanted to earn more spirit stones so that her parents could enjoy a good life when she returned.

But Song Yuanlang was not optimistic. He stared at the mountains, as if he was full of worries.

Suddenly, he asked, "I heard that the eldest lady is back?"

The Song family's direct descendants, the young masters and the young ladies, were ranked by numbers, while ordinary disciples like them addressed each other by their names.

As soon as the eldest daughter of the Song family is mentioned, everyone knows who she is.

"Yeah, I just saw the young lady. You don't know, the young lady is so amazing. She has now reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!"

Song Yue'er showed an expression of admiration, and she wished that she could advance as soon as possible and successfully enter the Song family's Hall of Fame.

Song Yuanlang's eyes moved slightly when he heard this, and he continued to ask: "Do you know what the young lady is doing in the camp?"

"I don't know." Song Yue'er shook her head. "Maybe the Wentian Sect is not far away, so why don't you come back to take a look?"

"By the way, why are you so concerned about the young lady today? This is not like your style..."

"Nothing." Song Yuanlang responded coldly and turned away.

Song Yue'er looked at him with a puzzled expression, then turned and left without thinking much.

She still has to prepare well for the next beast tide!

...

After discussing for a long time, Song Wanning said goodbye to Song Qingyun and swaggered out of the tent.

The disciples passing by all greeted her and respectfully watched her leave.

She left in a high-profile manner, as if she was simply here to see Song Qingyun, and did not attract much attention.

Not long after she walked out, she felt someone following her.

With a frown, Song Wanning stopped after walking about a thousand meters.

She folded her arms across her chest and turned to look over.

Song Yuanlang didn't even think about hiding himself, and quickly stepped forward to salute.

"Greetings, Miss. I am the 172nd generation disciple of the Song family, Song Yuanlang!"

"Song Yuanlang?"

Song Wanning raised her eyebrows. She had never heard of this name before. It should not be the talented disciple of the Song family in recent generations.

"What do you want from me?"

Her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her, and her searching gaze swept over him.

Song Yuanlang raised his eyes and glanced around. After confirming that no one was around, he whispered, "My disciple encountered a strange thing a few days ago, but I don't know who to tell!"

He looked anxious, but also a little hesitant.

Song Wanning's face suddenly darkened and she signaled him to be quiet.

"Come with me!"

She rolled up Song Yuanlang and disappeared in the middle of the path in an instant.

...

"Junior Sister Ye's pills are really effective. I just took one, and the lung I injured today has healed!"

"Yes, yes, and I heard that she refined more than 70 rejuvenation pills and more than 20 soul-restoring pills in just one afternoon, and they were all mid-grade pills!!!"

"Is this true? Junior Sister Ye is so powerful?"

"Didn't Junior Sister Ye prove herself to be a genius in alchemy? Maybe she was murdered in the alchemy poisoning incident..."

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't say that. It was clearly her own fault in the alchemy process, so you can't just blame her!"

"What are you afraid of? I'm telling the truth. I didn't say who did it..."

"I heard that Master Song went out today? I'm afraid he went to the Song family camp."

"Did she make the elixir for us?"

"I do not know!!!"

The disciples were discussing alchemy in private.

As soon as they entered the battlefield today, everyone experienced the madness of the monsters.

Each of them seemed to be full of energy, clamoring and rushing forward, with no rationality at all.

This also led to continuous injuries.

Even the Jindan cultivators were injured, let alone these low-level cultivators.

Therefore, the repair pill is very important, it is their confidence in fighting against monsters!

Most of the pills distributed to everyone today were brought out from the sect. After returning, some injured cultivators received the pills that Ye Chuxue had just refined.

And then this happened.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators led everyone to risk their lives on the front line. Song Wanning got the task of refining pills, but she was not in the camp, which was easy to attract criticism.

As soon as Song Wanning returned to the camp, she noticed that everyone's eyes looked a little strange. After thinking about it, she understood why.

(End of this chapter)