The two of them entered smoothly. There were no traces of damage inside.
"Come and see what this wooden frame is for.”
The two capitals were familiar with the place and quickly saw through it.
"This kind of wooden frame is usually used to place old murals. I haven't seen it for many years. After the entire mural was cut off, it could be stuck in this wooden frame.”
"That means that someone is repairing these old murals. However, very few people know this kind of old craftsmanship. In the past, very few people who restored murals used this ancient method.”
"Just those few."
"He's about the same age as Third Awakening. He should be in his forties or fifties by now.”
"I remember now. The Yang Daguang's corpse that Wuxie found at the weather station last time, could it be his craftsmanship?”
Second Uncle pondered and denied it.
"That's not right. I've seen that pair of hands. They're not people who do such fine craftsmanship. Therefore, there was someone else here. Go and check it out."
"Yes, Second Master."
Deep in the mountains.
"Hard work really pays off. I'm here.”
There was a cave here, which was the location of the Yang family's ancestral home.
The three of them stepped on the bricks one by one.
"They're really quite professional. These bricks are about 25 centimeters each, which is in line with the general design.”
"Who told you to appreciate it here? No matter how good it is, we can't move it away."
"Lord Fatty, stop thinking about these bricks.”
When it was Ian's turn, he jumped down.
Lord Fatty exclaimed in amazement and clapped his hands in delight.
"Not bad, it's a little stuffy. You're quite skilled. Remember to throw me up when you encounter danger later.”
Ian retorted.
"If you want to throw me, I'll throw Wuxie. With your weight, even if two of you came, I might not be able to carry you.”
Mr. Fatty rushed forward and was about to beat Ian up.
"You're getting more and more sharp-tongued. Aren't I your idol?”
"Brother Wuxie is my idol now.”
Lord Fatty rushed over with a fierce look.
Wuxie's voice rang out at the right time.
"Stop fooling around, Lord Fatty. I'm here to do business."
As he spoke, Wuxie had already walked in.
Ian followed quietly.
"That's not right. It had encountered a mudslide, but it looked very well preserved.”
Ian speculated.
"There's only one possibility, and that is that before the landslide, this place had already been sealed.”
The moment Lord Fatty heard this, he became excited. Since he was so careful, if he kept it, it would definitely be a huge treasure.
"Big baby, your fat grandpa is here.”
The three of them split up to search.
Ian was the first to discover a gap and said.
"Here, look."
Lord Fatty complained.
"This is too small."
"Why don't you say that you're the one who's fat?" Wu Xie said.
Lord Fatty never refuted Wuxie's complaints.
Ian raised his flashlight and checked the wall.
"Wait, there are so many names here. If he was not mistaken, the last part of the inscription would be the ancestral hall.”
"You mean the Yang family placed the ancestral hall in their own home?”
Lord Fatty immediately burst into laughter tonight.
"Isn't he autistic? Isn't he stupid to lock his ancestor in his own house?”
Wu Xie was certain.
"There must be a secret behind this. Let's go in and take a look.”
Lord Fatty was both sad and happy.
"How can we enter this place? However, for the sake of the big treasure, I'll reluctantly go and take a look!”
Ian shone his flashlight around and immediately started to make things difficult.
"Lord Fatty, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you this time. There's no big treasure here. This ancestral hall won't be too old, and even if there's something, it's not worth much.”
"Then why are we still going? Let's go!"
Lord Fatty pretended to turn around, but no one followed him.
"Alright, alright, I'm just joking. Go, go, go. I'm here to investigate Third Uncle and Yang Daguang. Don't look down on me.”
Ian and Wuxie split up to look for clues in the small pond.
"The murals on this wall are really amazing. They're too exquisite and very realistic.”
Wu Xie had always been amazed by the ancient craftsmanship.
Ian was now considered half an expert. He could roughly tell what the ancient method was.
Therefore, he carefully shone the flashlight inch by inch.
"Kid, did you notice anything? Look at my Wuxie, a real university student who knows everything. I want to see what you can say. You haven't read any books. You can't understand this ancient craft, right?”
Master Fatty came to cause trouble for Ian because he wanted to see Ian make a fool of himself. Who asked this kid to keep avoiding him previously?
Ian chuckled softly.
"Look at this painting. There's a layer of protein on the mural to prevent it from being oxided. There are adult cracks on each mural. Can you tell?"
Lord Fatty didn't believe it.
"Whatever you say? It doesn't mean anything."
Wuxie was deep in thought. He understood the meaning behind Ian's words and cast an appreciative look at Ian.
"What he means is that this mural is old and doesn't belong to this ancestral hall at all.”
Lord Fatty was deflated.
"Could it be…someone stole the mural?”
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