Early the next morning, Wu Sizhen kicked his slippers and pulled the two sleepy-eyed people up.
"Fourth Uncle, you usually sleep until ten in the morning before you wake up. What kind of wind blew you so early in the morning to start torturing people?”
Wang Yueban and Wu Tianzhen were obviously sleep-deprived. They yawned and washed up beside the sink.
Wu Sizhen, who had already packed up, stretched at the entrance of Mount Wu Residence. Of course, he didn't want to go so early, but the system said that he had to go to the Yang family's ancestral grave at nine o'clock. What if he missed the time?
It started to drizzle non-stop from the middle of the road, all the way to the village in the suburbs.
Wang Yueban parked the car outside the village, and the rest of the road could only be walked. This place was obviously a mountainous area that had not been developed much. The smell of moisture and the mud made the few of them slow down.
Listening carefully, there were only a few footsteps and the sound of raindrops in the entire village. The sky was gloomy, and the quiet village was particularly terrifying.
"What kind of village is this? We've been walking for half a day and there's not even a shadow of a person.”
Wang Yueban looked around. Basically, all the bungalows had locks on their doors. Many of them were dusty and dirty after being wet by the rain.
"The young people in this kind of place usually leave the village to work. As for the elderly, it's normal for them to be quiet.”
Wu Sizhen looked around for the mud house in his memory and replied casually. Of course, he knew the reason why this place was quiet, so he didn't find it strange.
Wu Tianzhen turned on his phone. The signal on it was only one bar weak. This place more or less felt like a ghost village.
Wu Sizhen stopped in front of a mud house with an umbrella in his hand. Wu Tianzhen and Wang Yueban went up to it, but it was still locked.
"There's no one in this place…"
Wang Yueban muttered as he turned around to look for the next place. Suddenly, an old and wrinkled face appeared in front of him.
"Ah!"
Wu Tianzhen was so frightened by Wang Yueban's voice that he turned around and took a few steps back, almost bumping into Wu Sizhen behind him.
"What are you two shouting about? Did you meet a ghost?”
Wu Sizhen elbowed Wu Tianzhen to prevent him from stepping on his feet. Then, he turned his head and saw the old man who scared the two of them out of their wits.
"Ah, I'm sorry, old man. My nephew is timid. I hope he didn't scare you.”
Wu Sizhen revealed his face from behind Wu Tianzhen and was glared at by Wang Yueban and Wu Tianzhen.
The old man only looked a little scary and was not really a bad person. The few of them chatted for a while and went to the old man's house together.
The old man took Yang Daguang's ID card and looked at it from afar. Obviously, he knew this person.
"Isn't this the kid from the Yang family? I remember, I remember, he's a university student from our village.”
"He's the only one in our village with a different surname. I can recognize him just by looking at his face. He's doing quite well and has found a big company, but he's been out for quite a few years.”
Wu Sizhen nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask,"
"Then where was his previous home?"
"It has long been buried by the mudslide. Just walk up here. There are many houses buried over there.”
Wu Tianzhen turned his head and looked out the window. There was indeed a very abrupt open space on the mountain. That should be where the mudslide had buried.
"Why? Are there ghosts in that place?”
Wang Yueban was obviously intrigued by the old man's words and quickly asked.
"We don't really want to go over. It's said that we were cursed by the Thunder God. Those who heard the Thunder God's words have pearls in their ears. Now we know that it's an illness, but people were superstitious back then, so many people moved away.”
"After that, there was a mudslide over there. The potholes were very dangerous, so no one went there anymore.”
Since he had already asked for directions, Wu Sizhen patted his clothes and stood up. He waved his hand at the two who were still a little reluctant to listen to the story.
"Let's go and take a look first. If pearls grow out of your ears later, remember to give me some so that I can make a fortune.”
"Can't you say something nice?"
Wu Tianzhen followed Wu Sizhen out of the door and could not help but complain.
"What? Oh, then give me some of the beautiful pearls growing out of your ears. It sounds better this way.”
The old man who watched the three people leave silently cracked a strange smile.
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Wu Sizhen stood in Yang Daguang's old home. The place was cleaned up so cleanly that it didn't look like it had been washed by a mudslide. It looked more like it had been sealed up long ago.
This place was almost at the entrance of the Yang family's ancestral hall. He didn't know if it counted as the tomb, but Wu Sizhen tentatively muttered in his heart,
"Punch in."
Congratulations to the host for finding the location of the Yang family's ancestral grave. The reward for this time is: Nine mechanisms.
It seemed that Yang Daguang's so-called old house itself should be a part of the tomb.
While Wu Sizhen was thinking about the use of the mechanism technique, Wang Yueban and Wu Tianzhen had already looked through the entire house, but they found nothing useful other than a generator that was out of oil.
Wu Sizhen had just turned his head when he saw another spot on the wall that seemed a little out of place. It seemed that the pattern of the bricks was a little strange.
Wu Sizhen moved to the pile of bricks that looked like they were stacked up. There was a row of inscriptions on them. Wu Sizhen poked the bricks on top with his hand. As expected, they could move. Then, he raised his head and called out to Wang Yueban beside him,
"Wang Yueban, come and take a look. There should be a secret door here.”
"Heh, it's true. Fourth Uncle, your eyesight is quite good.”
"The benevolent father, Duke Yang, honored the dragon, and the former filial Duke Yang Xi'an…"
Wu Tianzhen stared at the inscription on the secret door and muttered softly. Wu Sizhen waved his flashlight at the inscription and said,
"That should be an inscription. This should be the Yang family ancestral hall.”
"Why would someone build an ancestral hall in their home? This doesn't conform to the architectural rules at all.”
Wu Tianzhen obviously couldn't understand this ridiculous construction method. He looked at the inscription in disbelief.
Wang Yueban said while pulling the bricks,"
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with the Yang family. They built the ancestral hall here.”
The bricks on the secret door were obviously just stacked. Without much effort, Wang Yueban removed them for him.
"Why is this place so small? The Yang family is so big. Why are you coming back and forth here? You're deliberately making things difficult for me!”
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PS: Regarding the age of the protagonist, I have made changes after listening to everyone's suggestions. From the beginning, there was no such thing as being 20 years older than the protagonist. Scratching my head (,) In addition, thank you for your data support!
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