After entering Lin Huang's room in the ferry, Song Hanshan stopped talking. Looking at the various marks in the room, he frowned slightly.

Song Xuan and the old man in black also entered the room.

The handsome maid stood outside the room.

In the room, Song Hanshan stretched out his snow-white and slender right hand, slightly scratching the marks on the wall. He bent down slightly, looking through the small hole in the wall to another room.

The old man in black didn't move, just turned around and looked around the room, his stunned gaze was particularly sharp at the moment.

Song Xuan was stunned in the room, and he couldn't see any clues.

......

After about half an hour, Song Hanshan clapped his hands and asked, "What does Yun Lao think?"

"It's a good technique, it's a little more complicated than you think!"

Yun Lao simply came to a conclusion directly.

Song Hanshan nodded, continued to look around the room, and then asked, "How many people?"

"Kill four with five, and be killed back!"

The old man in black said.

Song Hanshan shook his head, "There are not so many, there are only three people at most who are besieged and killed! With such intricate traces, it seems that the person who dealt with the scene has wasted a lot of effort, and he is a master who is good at misleading!"

"No matter how powerful it is, isn't it seen through by the second uncle at a glance?"

Song Xuan laughed.

Song Hanshan turned his head and didn't pay attention to Song Xuan, but then asked the old man in black, "What is the strength of the murderer?"

"It's not at the realm of the Martial King!"

The old man in black replied.

"It can't be!"

Song Xuan retorted in surprise, "Song Xieyang has the realm of a martial king, and he comes from the Song family. Two people who are not at the realm of the Martial King, how can they kill him!"

"Shut up!"

Song Hanshan suddenly turned his head, staring at Song Xuan with sharp eyes, which made the latter shudder, and suddenly didn't dare to speak, and lowered his head silently.

Then, Song Hanshan squatted down, pointed to the destroyed footprints on the ground and said, "One of them should be extremely strong in the flesh, and he may have cultivated the art of the Holy Body!"

The black-clothed old man nodded, "But it's a little weird, even if there is a holy body cloak, but only the realm of Wuhou is there, it is difficult to kill Song Xieyang!"

"Diving dragon!"

Song Hanshan clapped his hands and said appreciatively, "Song Xieyang can meet such a person, he is unlucky! But it shouldn't be this person who really killed Xieyang!"

"The other one?"

The old man in black frowned, "It seems that he is proficient in assassination and knife skills, and there are still several formations in the room, but he still can't kill Song Xieyang!"

"That's not right!"

Song Xieyang suddenly got up, his brows furrowed slightly, and then closed his eyes.

With a wave of the latter's arm, an esoteric power rippled out of the room, unpredictable, yet extremely mysterious.

The old man in black frowned.

After Mo Yue took a few breaths, Song Hanshan opened his eyes, and there was a slight doubt in his eyes, "There is a power of a martial king, but it does not come from a living person." It seems to be the existence of a yin ghost, and it was this power that killed Song Xieyang!"

"So, three or four?"

The old man in black said.

"Maybe it's still two or three people", Song Hanshan shook his finger, "It should belong to the technique of Yin soldiers borrowing the Tao or detaining the spirit, or it may be the Taoist technique of inviting the gods, so there is the existence of Yin Soul!"

"Is there a direction?"

The old man in black asked Song Hanshan.

Song Hanshan shook his head, "How can it be so fast...... It will take at least half a day to fully review a fight!"

The old man in black nodded, not having the slightest doubt about Song Hanshan's ability. After all, it is the most genius existence in the previous generation of the Song family, unfathomable!

Then, after Song Hanshan glanced at Lin Huang's room again, he walked into Song Changling's room with great interest, and his face was obviously a little warmer.

"What can you catch with this rod on the sea?"

Song Hanshan picked up the fishing rod in the room and walked to the window, smiling with a smile on his face.

The old man in black was silent, but Song Xuan, who lowered his head, frowned, he clearly heard the joy in Song Hanshan's voice.

It was an expression he had never seen before.

Song Hanshan looked at Lin Huang's room from the small hole in the wall again, his eyes were a little strange and playful.

When everyone was a little puzzled, Song Hanshan sat on the ground, causing the old man in black in the room and Song Xuan, as well as the maids outside the room, to widen their eyes.

They had never seen Song Hanshan touch anything unclean, and even if he killed someone, the sword in the latter's hand would never leave the slightest trace of blood.

Now I'm sitting on the ground.

Song Hanshan himself was a little unimpressed at the moment, slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to be constructing a picture in the sea of knowledge, and his voice slowly came out:

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!"

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor!"

......

When Song Hanshan finished reading a poem, his eyes opened, and a smile slowly extended from the corner of his mouth, "Have you started to enter the Tao?" Mo Dao scholar has no courage and dares to make the heavens and the earth sink into the sea!"

"Second Young Master, this is ......"

The old man in black finally found out, but before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Song Hanshan waving his hand.

And Song Xuan and the maid were confused!

When the four of them left Song Changling's room, they went straight to the room next door to Pei Xiufu.

Song Hanshan crushed the ashes on his fingertips, his brows furrowed slightly, and he became a little ugly, and then looked at the black-clothed old man beside him......

The old man in black also frowned, although only a trace of ashes remained, but they still saw a lot of things.

"It seems that this matter has nothing to do with the three assassins. Otherwise, with the strength of Sun Lao Martial Saint, no matter how much he does, he will not have time to save Song Xiyang!"

The old man in black said.

Song Hanshan shook his head, "This incident may be even more interesting than we imagined! I'm afraid we have encountered a few hard stubbles...... It's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

As he spoke, Song Hanshan wiped the ashes from his fingertips, and a trace of coldness appeared on his gentle face, "But even if it's a dragon, you shouldn't provoke my Song family like this."

"Do you have a list of all the people on the ferry?"

Song Hanshan suddenly asked Song Xuan behind him.

"Also...... Not yet! The people who went to the Posa Domain have not returned, and it is estimated that it will take another three to five days!"

Song Xuan's face became a little worried.

Fortunately, Song Hanshan didn't get angry, and rolled up his sleeves, "Then let the forces behind the few people who died with Song Xieyang send a record to this king before sunset today, remove all the people in the Martial Emperor realm! Remove the people below the Martial Emperor Realm! Remove the women! Remove the people who weigh more than two hundred and less than one hundred!"

"I'll order it down immediately!"

Song Xuan nodded hurriedly and left the room quickly.

After Song Hanshan finished his order, his expression seemed to become a lot more leisurely, and then he walked to the room where Song Changling was, and after pacing back and forth for a few steps, he said to the maid outside the room:

"Clean up, I'll sleep here tonight!"

(End of chapter)