I was secretly proud in my heart, when I heard the compass make another buzzing sound, and there was a feeling of disdain in my heart.

What does that mean?

Mu Hanyan held the compass suspiciously, and couldn't understand what it meant for a while.

The compass in his hand vibrated even more, and the emotions of disdain and impatience came into his heart.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much, isn't this kind of good thing every time?" Mu Hanyan guessed.

The compass paused slightly, then shook again, and an emotion of appreciation welled up in his heart.

It seems that I guessed correctly, and 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 came back to taste.

The compass was once again overjoyed, confirming her suspicions.

Although the wishful thinking failed, Mu Hanyan did not feel disappointed, the legendary-level treasure that needs to spurt blood to recognize the master, even if it can't be saved in the future, there must be other wonderful uses, anyway, it won't be so simple, let's slowly explore its potential value in the future.

It should have "heard" Mu Hanyan's extremely snobbish voice, and there was another contemptuous emotion from the compass, and then he quieted down, and there was no reaction again.

Is this guy protesting and despising himself? Mu Hanyan smiled dumbly, worthy of a legendary-level treasure, his emotions were so rich.

Seeing that the compass didn't react anymore, Mu Hanyan carefully put it into his arms. Such a treasure can't be careless.

It was only at this moment that Mu Hanyan calmed down and looked at the room, the strange assassination and Jedi counterattack just now happened too quickly, and they didn't alarm anyone, except for the broken windows, they didn't leave any traces, as if nothing had happened.

The man in black had turned to dust, and it was naturally impossible to hear anything from him. However, Mu Hanyan did not stop easily, but searched carefully, trying to find a little trace.

Glancing inch by inch from the ground, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped looking, and in the corner of the wall, a piece of cloth only two fingers wide was lying quietly on the ground, it was the sword she made that slashed from the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Mu Hanyan picked up the piece of cloth and looked at it carefully, there was nothing special about the fabric, just ordinary coarse linen, but the embroidered pattern on it was very unusual. One large and two small, three stars on one side of the cloth, and a dozen smaller stars arched on the other side.

The pattern is extremely delicately embroidered, just like the real starry sky, but the cloth is too small, obviously the pattern is incomplete, Mu Hanyan can't get a glimpse of its full picture, let alone judge which family or academy sect it belongs to, it can only be determined that it is related to the origin of the black-clothed assassin.

Put away the cloth carefully, and before you know it, the sky is already bright.

The previous incident didn't alarm anyone, and Mu Hanyan didn't want to make any extraneous branches, then again, there was no trace at the scene, even if she said it, others would think that the Mu family's straw bale eldest son was stupid and didn't know what nerves he had.

Ordered his subordinates to repair the windows, Mu Hanyan walked out of the room, and suddenly remembered something.

With the value of this black-clothed assassin tenth-order great swordsman, there should be no family in Black Rock City that can raise such a dead man. Where did this person come from? Could it be that someone in that force had actually discovered her existence a long time ago? In other words, there should have been such an assassination in a previous life, but why was she unimpressed?