Song Mu immediately asked in shock, but at this moment, he already had some speculations about this matter in his heart.
In this provincial capital, the only enemies he could count as enemies were the Song family in Hongzhou, and if anyone wanted to say who wanted him to be eliminated quickly, it was almost Song Liwen.
But on second thought, Song Mu felt something was wrong.
A scholar and several people in the scholarly realm ambushed him, and they were so purposeful. They just wanted to prevent him from participating in the provincial examination, and they did not intend to harm his life.
With such energy and such planning, Song Mu did not think that Song Liwen, who was impulsive and stupid, could easily achieve it.
Song Mu felt that there might be another reason for this.
What makes Song Mu find it most difficult to accept is that these guys in front of him have such powerful martial arts, but why are they doing such things behind their backs.
"Young Master Song, there is no need to be anxious. We will not kill anyone for the sake of wealth. You are a sensible person, so please obey our arrangements."
"We also know what to do. As long as we pass the provincial examination and do what we say, we will send Mr. Song back immediately."
"But if the young master insists on resisting, then if he fails at the next moment, that may be something that no one wants to see."
The old man with wrinkles on his face said very proudly at this moment. Song Mu looked at the other party's strong cultivation, his eyes were full of anger at this moment, but his heart was extremely calm.
"You treat me like this, aren't you afraid that I will go back and report to the official?"
"Report to the official?"
When the other party heard Song Mu's question, he was stunned for a moment, and then several people laughed out loud in unison.
Song Mu was still very surprised, but the other party said.
"To be honest, we are the ones licking blood on the tip of a knife, but we are not afraid of the government."
"Besides, who said this will be my true face?"
Song Mu paused, knowing that this matter was a bit tricky.
At this moment, Song Mu tried to break free again, but the layers of the earth wall were extremely thick, completely squeezing him. It would take a lot of effort for him to break free from it.
If you are not careful, you may even leave some hidden wounds for yourself.
Seeing that Song Mu was no longer struggling, the old man nodded with satisfaction, then greeted the people next to him, and a bearded man came up with shackles.
When Song Mu saw the other party coming up, he let out a deep breath, as if giving up resistance, and spoke again.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Master, please be patient for a moment. You will know when the time comes."
The old man was still talking leisurely, and at that moment he actually took out the cigarette rod from his body, and immediately puffed out a few puffs of smoke.
As soon as the shackles were put on his hands, Song Mu was shocked. The thing had actually locked his Wenli, and the movement of his entire Dantian facing him became slower.
Song Mu felt even worse. He originally wanted to delay the situation and wait for Tao Fengming to come to his aid.
I had already greeted the teacher before I came. As soon as he realized that he was missing, he would react immediately.
It's just that the master is originally ill, and there may be many changes during the rescue, so he has to fight hard.
But now the shackles made Song Mu somewhat helpless.
And just when Song Mu was quickly thinking about countermeasures, the guy who had already shackled himself suddenly looked at Song Mu carefully, and then sneered.
"This guy looks almost like his father."
For a moment, there was a thunder in Song Mu's mind, and a burst of raw anger suddenly burst out. The next moment, Song Mu's eyes suddenly turned a little blood red, and he raised his head and glared at the other party.
The bearded man was so frightened by Song Mu's sudden expression that he trembled, and then jumped away in a panic.
"what did you just say?!"
Song Mu roared like a deep lion. The voice was extremely deep and hoarse, but filled with endless anger.
The anger seemed to be suppressed, like a volcano where a bucket of water had just been thrown into. The water was instantly vaporized, and then opened up the magma, stirring up the entire volcano.
The veins in Song Mu's neck suddenly bulged, his face turned red and his expression became ferocious.
That is the result of forcibly operating literary skills.
"Damn, what did you just say to him?"
The people nearby saw Song Mu's sudden change in appearance, and immediately said to the man very angrily.
"I didn't say anything. I just said, he looks like me."
When the old man heard this, he almost jumped up.
"You idiot, don't you know who he is?!"
The old man took the cigarette rod and knocked it hard on the guy. He quickly looked at Song Mu and saw that Song Mu's expression was full of hesitation.
He was about to say something to Song Mu, but Song Mu's voice came in a deep voice.
"You killed...my parents?"
The last ray of consciousness of the original owner urged Song Mu's vocal cords to release these words. At this moment, the voice seemed even more chilling.
Song Mu couldn't even control it for a moment. The original Song Mu might have been a bloody man, and the death of his parents might have been his last obsession.
The old man was shocked at this moment, and he quickly changed his smile and said.
"Mr. Song, you heard something wrong."
As the old man said this, he secretly used his literary power. The gurgling literary power suddenly condensed on his palm, and then suddenly hit Song Mu on the back of the neck.
The old man's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of cunning, and he was about to watch Song Mu faint.
But the next moment, he suddenly saw Song Mu's eyes turned towards him,
Those eyes made his heart tighten, and the next moment, he suddenly felt a huge repulsive force hit him in his hand.
That strength is not much worse than his own literary power, and what that power brings is a breathtaking feeling.
The old man took two steps back and looked at the literary power in his palm. At this moment, he saw that the literary power disappeared in an instant, and then bursts of burning heat came from his palm.
The old man suddenly took two steps back again, then looked at his palm again. He looked at Song Mu in disbelief and exclaimed.
"Haoran is upright."
"How can you be so upright?"
The old man exclaimed, and then he saw Song Mu's blazing eyes, and saw Song Mu struggling violently, and immediately called out to the people around him.
"Come on, knock him out first!"
At this moment, Song Mu was filled with anger. It could be said that he was out of anger.
The original owner's anger had even driven Song Mu's consciousness, making Song Mu furious.
Have these guys ever met Song Liangtong?
If these fierce-looking guys had seen Song Liangtong, what would they know? What had they done to Song Liangtong?
Song Mu felt that it was impossible for him to be such a coincidence, and there could not be so many coincidences in this world.
But their attitude made Song Mu even more certain about what they had done.
The last trace of the original owner's consciousness in the deep consciousness is encouraging Song Mu now to ask him to get to the bottom of this matter.
The literary power in his body was stagnant at this moment. Song Mu tried his best, but bursts of pain came from the meridians in his body.
Wen Li could not mobilize, which made Song Mu very anxious and trapped.
Several people in front of him suddenly called. At this moment, Song Mu's eyes were suddenly blurred. At the next moment, he looked angry and glanced at several people.
"You are all going to die today!"
The furious Song Mu shouted angrily, and immediately uttered verses of poetry.
"The sword of Qin broke through the eight desolations, and withered blood splashed into the majestic clouds!"
"I will strike the sky with lightning, and the Milky Way will follow my wishes!"
A poem that Song Mu had never known before blurted out from his throat at this moment. At that moment, Song Mu knew what it was.
This is Song Wenrong's "Broken Formation"! It's the poem he left behind!
The original owner was completely destroyed in the raging anger, leaving only this bloodline poem for Song Mu!
As Song Mu yelled out this poem, an invisible wave suddenly shot out in all directions. The wave spread instantly, knocking over several people, and others immediately looked shocked.
The old man was suddenly surprised and even exclaimed.
"Psychic power?! How can his telepathy be so powerful?!"
He just felt a fierce wave from Song Mudang, and that kind of power actually made him feel palpitations.
He is also an environment builder, and his ability to sense telekinesis is very powerful.
This kind of mental power is not inferior to his own at all.
I knew that the other party had telepathy, but I never thought that the other party, just a scholar, could possess such powerful telepathy!
For a moment, the old man suddenly felt that he might have calculated something wrong.
Some things may need to be out of your control.
"You guys have to kill me, he's out of control!"
The old man shouted loudly, and immediately thrust his hands into the ground in front of him.
Waves of dust surged in, and the clod of soil surrounding Song Mu was expanding rapidly, seeming to completely wrap Song Mu.
At this time, other people took out their weapons and attacked, and for a while the courtyard was filled with light.
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and everyone looked shocked.
But suddenly there was a cracking sound, and everyone looked at each other in confusion, and there was a sudden explosion in the smoke, and countless clods of soil flew out from it, forcing everyone to retreat crazily.
The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and the next moment, a loud shout came.