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The characters and jewelry on the murals on the wall are all inlaid with real gold. Someone used a knife to remove the gold from the jewelry of the characters in these murals.

As Yan Twelve said, this knife mark is very new, it should have been not long ago.

Wandong asked Yan Twelve to get closer.

"Not only is the knife mark new..."

"Huh?" Yan Twelve looked at Wandong.

Wandong: "This gold digger is still a painter."

"How?" Yan Twelve became even more curious.

"Ordinary people just take gold when they see it. You see, this person took gold and still cared about the mural, following the outline of the jewelry of the figures in the mural to take the gold away. Presumably he didn't want to destroy the painting."

Yan Twelve suddenly realized: "That's right."

"The gold that was taken away has this half of the wall..." After a pause, Wandong continued, "Let's go over there and have a look."

There are also traces of being picked away on the other wall, but obviously the technique on this wall is more rude, but there are not many traces on this wall.

"At least two people should have fallen." Yan Twelve held his chest and propped his chin with one hand.

Wandong looked carefully at the scars on the wall, thoughtfully.

It is probably impossible to see what the murals on the four walls look like.

Yan Twelve: "Then what exactly is this place?"

Wan Dong shook his head slightly, but Yan Twelve didn't see it.

There are walls on all sides, only the hole above the head...

After a pause, Wan Dong said: "Let's find a way to get out first, I will inform Master Bo about this."

Yan Twelve went up to clear the way first, but the entrance of the cave was blocked, even a martial artist like him found it a little difficult to climb out of the cave, Yan Twelve was sure that the person who fell in had practiced martial arts.

After the two climbed out of the cave, they were already dirty, with mud all over their faces and hands.

At this moment, neither of them was laughing at the other, and they filled up the hole before going to the carriage.

It took two quarters of an hour to find the carriage in the woods. The horse was tired and was grazing in the woods.

Wandong took the whip and wanted to give the horse two whips, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear to whip it.

"Let's go to the inn to take a shower and change clothes." Wandong sighed and jumped into the carriage.

Yan Twelve: "Can you remember the location of the cave entrance?"

When Wandong heard this, he immediately understood his plan.

*

The two went to the inn, and after taking a bath and changing clothes, it was already midnight.

Wandong drove into the town to find Mr. Bo, and Yan Twelve went with him.

It was already midnight, Master Bo had already fallen asleep.

Hearing someone yelling outside the courtyard for a long time, Mr. Bo's entourage stood up and opened the door.

"Mei...Doctor Mei?" Seeing the person standing outside the door, Fang Fang became somewhat sober.

Dr. Mei must have something to do when he comes so late.

Follower: "You come in first."

The entourage invited the two of them into the courtyard, and went to call Mr. Bo.

Mr. Bo heard the commotion in the courtyard, got up and dressed, and left the room after a while.

After hearing what happened in detail from Wandong, Mr. Bo decided to go with them to have a look.

*

"Do you still remember the way?" Yan Twelve finally couldn't bear it after their carriage drove around the countryside for a long time, "If not, find that forest first."

They found the carriage in the woods, and the hole was only a few miles away from the woods.

Wandong ignored Yan Twelve and drove the car by himself.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped, and Wan Dong got out of the car with the lamp in hand, followed by Yan Twelve and Master Bo.

After walking no more than 100 meters, I saw the hole they had covered with weeds and soil.

Yan Twelve was surprised for a moment, it turned out that Wandong remembered the road...

Wandong took out the shovel she had brought from Mrs. Bo's house, and dug the hole a bit bigger.

Yan Twelve tied the rope to the tree closest to the entrance of the cave, and threw the rope into the entrance of the cave.

Wandong was the first to enter the cave with a lamp, and then Master Bo also entered the cave with the help of the two of them.

*

The light of the lantern illuminates the entire cave, and the four walls present a stunning golden splendor.

This is an amazing mural with many figures painted on it, from gods and Buddhas to supporters.

Of course, this is just the viewer's guess.

"Is that really the case..." Master Bo sighed softly.

Wandong suddenly looked up at Master Bo.

Yan Twelve even asked directly: "Does Master Bo know where this is?"

Master Bo pursed his lips and said nothing, and after a while he said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go out first."

Just as Master Bo turned around, Wandong's faint voice came: "The bones on the bone beach are all skilled craftsmen in front of them. Their hand bones are different from others. Some are used to laying bricks and laying soil all the year round, and some are used to holding pens all year round. Some are in charge of carving with knives all the year round... Even so, their identities are the same."

His voice suddenly stopped, and the surroundings were extremely quiet at this moment, and Master Bo's breathing could be heard quietly.

So many skilled craftsmen buried their bones in that deep pit, they didn't look like prisoners of war, nor did they seem to have encountered any flood or mudslide.

They were trapped there many, many years ago.

This can only illustrate one point.

The past of Fanzhen will not be too simple.

There may be a huge mausoleum buried under the land of the feudal town.

Only the builder of the tomb would think of killing the craftsmen who built the tomb for him, because he didn't want the world to know the location of the tomb.

The craftsmen who did not escape from the mausoleum they built were trapped there to death, only to see the light of day after countless years.

Mr. Bo would only choose the lie of "bandit den" if he guessed from the beginning that there might be an emperor or prince's tomb under the feudal town.

Because with the opening of the royal tomb, there will be huge threats and variables.

Mr. Bo knew this very well, so he chose to hide it.

Wandong calmly told Master Bo: "The gold on these two walls has traces of being picked away by someone, and it should have been not long ago."

Undoubtedly, this sentence was like a thunderclap, causing Mr. Bo's originally calm mood to fluctuate again.

"This should be the wall hole of the Buddhist cave of the mausoleum, which is used for cover."

For example, if a tomb robber finds this place and sees the Buddhist cave, he will not firmly believe that there will be a tomb here.

Since there are Buddhist caves, it means that the owner of the tomb will not be a person thousands of years ago.

Looking at the style of the murals, Wandong roughly estimated that the owner of the tomb lived 300 years ago.

Just before the feudal town began to develop into a town.

Wandong said again: "The person who stole the gold will come again, but probably not now."

Master Bo understood what Wandong meant, but once people knew that the feudal town had a mausoleum the size of an emperor, it would definitely be a disaster for the feudal town in view of the increasingly chaotic situation in Dayi.

Lord Bo: "Those people probably won't know that this is a mausoleum, I will seal it up in advance."

Hearing this, Yan Twelve couldn't help but interjected: "If they can't find the location of the cave and get the gold again, I'm afraid they will spread the news about the gold in the outskirts of the feudal town."

"..." Wandong glanced at Yan Twelve, probably thinking that although this young man looked rough, he was thoughtful.

Mr. Bo's eyes darkened slightly: "If that's the case, there's nothing I can do about it."

He can keep it for a while, but if it is God's will, he can only take one step at a time.

For Mr. Bo, he was worried about the people in the town, and if the gold, silver and jewels in the mausoleum were made public one day, it would definitely bring disaster.

Misfortunes come and blessings come, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.