The powerful and powerful people present were even more silent, which made this matter even more mysterious, and made people excited and imaginative.

However, this news was still not enough to be digested. In the next three days, one explosive news after another exploded over the river and sea, which was dazzling.

The Sikong family did not hold a funeral for Mr. Sikong, but instead attended a funeral called Long San with mourning clothes!

Long San was a little man who lived at the bottom of the house during his lifetime. After his death, he finally had a glory. The people of Jianghai City remembered this name in one day.

Then it was rumored that the Sikong family was urgently clearing out the assets, equity, residences, etc. under their name were all sold at prices lower than the market price!

For a moment, Jianghai, a small capital market, became booming.

The third night.

Sikong Jie, the new head of the Sikong family, hanged himself in the ancestral hall!

The next day, the entire Sikong family had already left the city overnight, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

In the rolling tide of history, the Sikong family is just a drop in the ocean. However, in Jianghai, it is a century-old family that has been invincible, with its reputation and power all left a brilliant mark in the hearts of Jianghai people.

Things in the world are impermanent, who would have expected that in just three days, this wealthy family that had been prosperous for a hundred years would leave the market sadly.

Time will make everything smoother.

After much half a month of discussion about the Sikong family, the news began to be forgotten by people.

After all, life still has to continue. The food, food, clothing, and most people have worked hard. The exit of a wealthy family seems to be no big difference for most people.

The Sikong family's property was divided up by other powerful families in Jianghai, and Song Qingzhou was not ruthless and took over 25% of the shares of Jinxi Group, the Sikong family's ancestral home, and several other properties in one fell swoop.

As for the alliance organized by Zheng Yunhe to fight against the Song family, it collapsed. Even without the withdrawal of the Sikong family and Song Qingzhou returned, the power represented behind him was enough to destroy them.

Jianghai has since returned to peace.

Xinghui Biology, Xiao Shun’s office.

Song Qingzhou completed all the procedures for the Sikong family's ancestral home and put them in a file bag and handed them to Xiao Shun.

"How much does it cost to get it? I'll transfer it to you later." Xiao Shun opened the file bag and asked with a smile.

"Oh, 540 million." Song Qingzhou said lightly.

Ahem!

Xiao Shun coughed twice after hearing the price. Now he has only more than 400 million yuan on his body, which is a little cramped for a moment.

"What kind of big money do you pretend to be a big money without money? The price is not a problem." In Song Qingzhou's eyes, Xiao Shun was still a junior, and he was not as awe of others as others, and teased with a smile.

"I have money, but I have to wait a few days." Xiao Shun rubbed his forehead and said.

"Okay, I'm just kidding you. There's no hurry to pay this money. You can give it to me any time. I bought the equity of the Sikong family at a low price and saved about 200 million to 300 million." Song Qingzhou said with a smile.

Xiao Shun gave a thumbs up: "Uncle Song, heroic."

"Then I'll leave first if there's nothing else. I'm still busy with a lot of things." Song Qingzhou said.

"Nothing else, I'll send you."

Xiao Shun got up and walked out of the desk, and said as he walked, "Uncle Song went back and said to Ling'er, and asked her to come to me tonight..."

"No!" Xiao Shun had not finished speaking.

Song Qingzhou refused and said, "Is there anything I can't meet during the day? Or do you tell me directly that I can do what she can do, too."

"That... Uncle Song, I have no other meaning. I just took her to see her for a long time. It's inconvenient during the day."

"Absolutely not possible, there is something that is inconvenient during the day."

The two of them quarreled and sent Song Qingzhou downstairs all the way.

Xiao Shun held his chin and watched Song Qingzhou's car go away. He smiled helplessly and said to himself: "This old Song is quite funny. I am not interested in your daughter. If you really want to pick up your daughter, can you stop me?"

...

That night.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

Under the thick dark clouds, the moonlight exerted a faint halo.

Xiao Shun brought Song Ling'er and Zhuque to the door of Sikong's ancestral home.

Perhaps it was because someone had just died not long ago, but the Sikong family compound was gloomy and there was silence around it.

The three of them stood under the tall door lintel, and Song Ling'er subconsciously leaned against Xiao Shun.

"Master, why did you take us to this place for midnight? It's so gloomy."

"This will be my house from now on, I'll clean it up." Xiao Shun said with a faint smile.

"Cleaning...what?" After hearing what he said, Song Ling'er shrank her neck and swallowed silently and said.

"You guess." Xiao Shun looked at her meaningfully, deliberately raised his eyebrows and said.

"Well, Master, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do. Let's see you back." Song Ling'er's big watery eyes rolled around and turned around and left.

Xiao Shun was quick-eyed and quickly grabbed her back and took her back.

"Come back to me, Master will take you to have a long experience today."

"No, no, let's go another day." Song Ling'er waved her hand quickly and tried to struggle for a few times, but she still couldn't escape Xiao Shun's clutches.

Xiao Shun carried her in one hand and walked up to open the door.

With a creak, the door opened and a spacious bluestone road appeared in front of you. In the huge yard, the shadowy buildings looked particularly hideous under the night.

Zhuque is a killer who kills people without blinking, so he naturally does not believe in ghosts and gods. In such an environment, his heart can't help but raise his throat.

Xiao Shun walked forward carelessly.

He was able to understand the five senses, and even under the night, he could see the surrounding environment clearly.

Zhuque followed behind her with her ***. The bullets in the gun had been carved with special spiritual patterns by Xiao Shun. Song Ling'er shrank her neck and looked around, and walked carefully at the end.

Logically speaking, Xiao Shun was extremely sensitive to things with spiritual energy. Although the Sikong family's ancestral home was big enough, he would not even be able to detect a trace of breath.

The three of them wandered around the front yard aimlessly and found nothing.

After passing through a long corridor, two moon gates, we arrived at the backyard.

This is where the Sikong family lives on weekdays, and it is empty at this time, and it looks particularly deserted.

"Master, what are you looking for? This is your house. There is time in the future. Why don't we look at a zodiac auspicious day and come again during the day?"

Song Ling'er looked around and said softly.

Xiao Shun knocked on her little head: "If you talk too much, I will hang you on the tree."

Song Ling'er stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

The three of them searched around in the backyard for a long time, but still had no clue.
Chapter completed!