There were many whispers and terrified voices in the room, all from the dead man.

Just when everyone wanted to listen carefully to what Xiahoudun was about to say, he shouted loudly again: "My son......! My son!"

Lingxi knew that this was Xiahoudun's second son, but when she turned her eyes to the eldest lady of Xiahoudun, she found that the expression on the eldest lady's face did not fluctuate too much, and it was not until Xiahoudun began to cry that she squeezed out a few tears from the corners of her eyes. Lingxi couldn't help but wonder if it was because this eldest lady had no children and no daughters under her knees, and she couldn't feel the heartache of being a mother and losing her child?

And not long after, a rush of footsteps came from outside the room, and everyone saw that the second lady had arrived. As soon as the two ladies entered the room, they also shouted, "My son...... My son!" her voice trembled, and the moment she saw her body, she cried out in agony and despair, until she collapsed in the corner and vomited, and fainted.

Lingxi looked at this scene, and there was something uncomfortable in her heart, Bai Junqian held her hand and conveyed to her a feeling of reassurance.

"Have you caught the murderer?" asked Xiahoudun with sorrow.

"No, the assassin was a skilled martial artist and fled. The guards stepped forward to report.

"You useless guys, what are you going to eat!" Xiahou shouted angrily, his face was a mess, and when he lowered his head and raised his head, he instantly aged dozens of years.

The guards fell to their knees and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Xiahoudun didn't have time to pay attention to them, but he raised his head and said, "This time he actually broke into the palace directly to kill my son, why is this happening, who is it?!"

At this time, after listening to Xiahou Xuan's words, Bai Junqian thought for a while and took the initiative to speak: "Has your son offended anyone? Is it a love killing, or a vendetta?"

Hearing this, Xiahoudun slowly turned his head to the direction where Bai Junqian was: "What are you asking these for?" Only then did he find that Bai Junqian and his party were all here, as if they felt that they had lost their identity as lords, they got up from the ground, and the palace maids on the side immediately tidied up their clothes, and after a while, they regained their majesty when they first met.

It's just that this majesty is really out of place at such a time.

Xiahoudun looked at Bai Junqian and his party vigilantly, of course Bai Junqian immediately understood that Xiahoudun was resisting them and didn't want them to intervene, but at this time it was a good opportunity, a good opportunity to gain Xiahoudun's trust, and the jade was also in his hands.

"A few of us just heard the commotion, so we rushed here, and several of the guards were able to testify. Bai Junqian said respectfully, and at the same time, the guards who were kneeling on the ground also nodded.

Hearing this, Xiahoudun seemed to relax his vigilance a little, and his body fell down again, looking at the corpse in distraction.

Bai Junqian's gaze fixed on the corpse for a long time, and he said for a while: "He was pierced through his body by seven bone nails, but he just screamed, that killer must be killed with one move, the seven bone nails are exactly the same, right to the point, he is indeed a master." ”

That Xiahoudun looked at Bai Junqian expressionlessly and did not speak. After hesitating for a while, the expression on his face moved slightly, and he said, "My first two sons died in the same way. There was infinite pathos in the tone.

At this time, the guard also whispered: "It is very likely that the killer killed the young master and fixed her to the wall with nails." Although the tone of his voice was not very exact, he had the courage to say it, and it seemed that this person had a good spirit.

Bai Junqian continued: "Once he screams, the guards will come immediately, and the killer simply has no time to complete such a complicated procedure. This is his speculation.

"But why did he do this?" Xiahou Xuan's voice was dry and astringent, like a long cry: "Our Xia family has not made enemies, why do you want to find my son?"

Hearing this, Lingxi thought in his heart, how can a family not make enemies, even if it is useless to deliberately make enemies, I don't know how many people will be hated unconsciously.

His son's tragic death was a deep hatred at first glance, and he said that he had no enemies, I am afraid that he also had some numbers in his heart, after all, his third son had died.

Bai Junqian deliberately wanted to enter the room, but Xiahou was in front of him, his eyes burning, but he moved away for a moment.

Bai Junqian took a deep breath and walked into the room, everything in the room was as usual, the futon had been laid out, and it seemed to welcome the master to fall asleep at any time, the tea set on the table was neatly arranged, and there was still half a cup of tea left in the teacup.

Bai Junqian suddenly felt strange, stretched out his hand and touched it, the teacup was still warm, and he wondered, "Have you ever drunk tea before going to bed?"

That Xiahoudun was also a little puzzled and said: "Why does Jie'er drink tea before going to bed, drinking tea is refreshing." ”

After thinking for a while, Bai Junqian also picked up the teacup, sniffed it under his nose, and said, "This is not the taste of tea, and this is not tea." ”

"What's that?" asked Xiahoudun with a little paleness, his voice as low as some kind of echo.

"I don't know......" Bai Junqian raised his head and said, then looked at the guards with a serious expression and said, "You guys look in the house, what has been moved, and what is not in your house?"

After a while, together with the young master's personal maid, the maid who knew the furnishings in the room best looked carefully in the room, and finally shook her head in cringe: "No, here...... It's business as usual. ”

"There must be, those missed clues. Bai Junqian said in a firm tone: "It is impossible for the murderer to kill people for no reason, and he also killed the lord's three sons, if you look for it again, there must be clues that have been missed." He looked at Xiahoudun slightly, and at this time, Xiahoudun seemed to be less wary of Bai Junqian, and the tension on his face was all focused on clues.

The maid walked a few steps tremblingly, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said in surprise: "This wall, the location of this wall originally did not have the ...... of this painting."

"Painting?" Bai Junqian walked to the wall and looked at it carefully, it was no different from the usual flower and bird paintings.

Suddenly, he had an idea, picked up the tea from the table and splashed it on the painting, everyone was shocked, but the next moment the clean wall was soaked, the tea was left one by one, and the handwriting faintly appeared on the picture scroll, which was horizontal and vertical in the breath of everyone, and gradually became clear, like a figure approaching from afar, a silent threat: if you want to live, you will announce the truth of the events of the year to the Xia family and even the whole Yingguo, Hou Yan.

"Hou Yan?" Xia Houdun repeated the name, his eyes widened suddenly, he took a few steps back, and said, "Isn't he dead, how can he ......?"

The eldest lady's body on the side also trembled, and Lingxi noticed this.

What secrets are hidden behind the murders? The family seized power, loved and hated?

No one knows yet.