Chapter 29 29 Treasures with Their Own Emotions
I was secretly proud of myself when I heard the compass humming again, and I felt very dismissive in my heart.
Um? What does it mean?
Mu Hanyan held the compass suspiciously, and for a while, he couldn't understand what it meant.
The compass in his hand vibrated even more, and the emotion of disdain and impatience entered his heart.
"Could it be that I think too much, this kind of good thing doesn't happen every time?" Mu Hanyan guessed.
The compass paused for a moment, then vibrated again, and an emotion of admiration poured into my heart.
It seems that the guess is correct. It is estimated that this kind of good thing will only appear when you recognize the Lord, not every time, and you will have to rely on yourself in the future. Mu Hanyan recalled it.
The compass came with joy again, verifying her guess.
Although the wishful thinking was in vain, Mu Hanyan did not feel disappointed. For a legendary treasure that requires blood to be recognized, even if it can't save lives in the future, there must be other magical uses. Anyway, it won't be that simple. It's better to explore its potential value slowly.
It should have "heard" Mu Hanyan's extremely snobbish voice, and the compass sent another contemptuous emotion, and then calmed down, and there was no response.
Is this guy protesting and despising himself? Mu Hanyan burst into laughter, as expected of a legendary treasure, with such rich emotions.
Seeing that the compass didn't respond any more, Mu Hanyan carefully took it into his arms. Such a treasure cannot be ignored.
It was only then that Mu Hanyan calmed down and looked at the room. The strange assassination and the Jedi counterattack just now happened too quickly, and neither disturbed anyone. Except for the broken window, there was no trace left, just like Nothing ever happened.
The man in black has turned into dust, and naturally it is impossible to hear any news from him. However, Mu Hanyan did not give up easily, but began to search carefully, trying to find some traces.
His eyes glanced inch by inch from the ground, and Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped his gaze. In the corner of the wall, a piece of cloth only two fingers wide lay quietly on the ground. It was her sneak attack that cut from the corner of the opponent's clothes down.
Mu Hanyan picked up the piece of cloth and took a closer look. There was nothing special about the fabric, it was just ordinary hemp, but the pattern embroidered on it was quite unusual. One big and two small, three stars reside on one side of the cloth, and a dozen smaller stars stand on the other side.
The embroidery of the pattern is extremely delicate, just like the real starry sky, but the cloth is too small, obviously the pattern is incomplete, and Mu Hanyan can't see the whole picture, let alone determine which family or school sect it belongs to. It can only be determined that it has something to do with the origin of the black-robed assassin.
The cloth was carefully put away, and before you knew it, the sky was already bright.
The previous incident didn't alarm anyone, and Mu Hanyan didn't want to make a mess. Then again, there was no trace at the scene. Even if she said it, others would think that the eldest son of the Mu family was sleeping stupidly. Know what is going on.
After ordering the servants to fix the windows, Mu Hanyan walked out of the room and suddenly remembered something.
With the value of this black-clothed assassin's tenth-order great swordsman, looking at Blackrock City, there should be no family that can support such a dead man. Where did this person come from? Could it be that someone from that force actually discovered her existence long ago? In other words, there should have been such an assassination in the previous life, but why did she have no impression?