Chapter 18 Yang Family Treasure Cave

"Hey, there is a secret door here." The fat man turned around and finally found an exit.

However, this secret door was blocked by bricks.

"Give it back to me, Fatty. Can you block me?" The fat man started to dig the hole with his hands up and down.

"Wait a minute Fatty, there's writing on this."

Wu Xie suddenly said that there was a row of inscriptions next to the secret door.

"Father Yang Gong Guilong, so many names, Tian Zhen, Xiao Angkor, there is a big world here."

The fat man smiled.

"It's an inscription, so there should be an ancestral hall inside. The Yang family actually put the ancestral hall in their own home."

Wu Xie found it a little unbelievable as he had never heard of such a building.

The fat man also smacked his lips, "Is the Yang family autistic? Wouldn't their ancestors be suffocated to death?"

"Let's go in and take a look and we'll know." The fat man started moving bricks again.

These bricks were not laid together but simply stacked up, which also shows that people often entered and exited this cave in the past.

A few minutes later, the fat man opened the hole.

“Is this all the space?”

The space was as dark as ink, so several people turned on their flashlights. The fat man shone the flashlight around and said with a pout.

Wu Xie looked around within the range of the flashlight, but didn't see anything particularly valuable.

"Fatty, I think you'll be disappointed this time. This ancestral hall can't be that old. You can tell at a glance that there's nothing valuable in it."

As he spoke, Wu Xie also lit the candles in the ancestral hall, but the light from the candles was dim and could only illuminate a small space.

"What do you mean by that? I'm telling you, I'm here to investigate your Third Uncle and Yang Daguang, don't look down on me."

Although the fat man said this, his actions of holding the flashlight and searching for treasures everywhere had already exposed him.

"Where is this treasure hidden? It's so sneaky..."

The fat man muttered quietly.

"Fatty, stop sniffing around with your nose here. Stop sucking up the air." Wu Suowei joked.

"That's impossible. There must be a treasure. I can smell it. Brother Wu, don't just stand here and watch. Help me find it." The fat man said as he looked at Wu Suowei who was still doing nothing.

"Come on, Wu Xie, Fatty, take a look at this mural." Wu Suowei said to them.

Wu Xie came to the mural and touched the wall. The color was slightly yellowish.

"What's on this painting? It's all yellow..." Fatty Wang also muttered.

"There is a layer of something like protein on the painting. Its main function is to prevent the mural from oxidizing." Wu Xie said to Fatty and Wu Suowei.

Oh my god, this is really Jingdezhen porcelain - one set after another.

"There are cracks from the years on each mural, which proves that the murals are much older than this ancestral hall." Wu Xie continued to explain.

"Then what's going on? Is it inherited from our ancestors?" the fat man asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Well, what else could it be? I guess this mural must have been brought from somewhere else by the ancestors of the Yang family, and it's just a case of the cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest." Wu Suowei said on the side.

"I thought so too, little Brother Wu, great. You can guess this." Wu Xie nodded and said to Wu Suowei.

"Hehe... Of course, everyone has some secrets. However, you still know what kind of person I am." After saying that, he winked at Wu Xie.

"Ahem, get out of here." Wu Xie wanted to vomit.

"Okay." Wu Suowei said with a smile.

"Fuck, you're still talking about me. Aren't you also like Xiao Angkor?"

"However, the Yang family is not a good group of people." Fatty said to Wu Xie and Wu Suowei.

"You know what, this painting is like a treasure cave. The people of the Yang family are really amazing. They preserved it so well. There must be other treasures."

There is something wrong with the fat guy's brain circuit, and he immediately started talking about the baby again.

"This must be related to listening to thunder. Look at these murals. In addition to the thunder god on each painting, do you see these little people? Each of them has a crooked neck."

Wu Suowei shone a flashlight on the mural and explained while looking at it.

"Oh, I have a stiff neck." The fat man seemed to suddenly realize something.

"Fatty, why are you so upset? Don't you see they are all listening to the thunder in the sky?" Wu Xie hit Fatty and retorted.

"Why are we hearing thunder again?" the fat man said helplessly.

"This room is well sealed, it looks like a scene that has been handled by professionals."

"We are lucky enough to have found the key to listening to thunder. The content of this mural is definitely closely related to listening to thunder."

Wu Xie used his professional knowledge and continued.

"Oh, where can this be?" The fat man next to him looked here and there, looking embarrassed.

"But the question now is, where were these murals cut from? Who is the owner of the murals? Why are they so interested in Ting Lei?" Wu Xie looked at these murals and had more questions.

"The ancestors of the Yang family, please show us a clear way." Fatty Wang muttered behind his back.

When Wu Xie and the other two were at a loss, Wu Suowei was not idle either, and carefully observed the murals on the wall. Suddenly, he felt something strange on the murals. Wu Suowei tried it with his hand, then took a candle and shone it over.

"Wu Xie, Fatty, come and take a look here." Wu Suowei pointed to the place where there was airflow.

“There’s airflow.”

The fat man saw dust flowing in the cracks of the mural.

"This is a flap. There is a different world behind the wall." Wu Suowei said with a smile.

The fat man punched it a few times, making a clanging sound.

"Of course. It's you, little Angkor Wu, who is the one who helped the old Dragon King move. That's awesome." The fat man said with a smile.

Wu Xie also showed a gentle smile.

Fatty: "But how do you open this door?"

"How should I know?" Wu Xie said.

"You've forgotten your roots! History is going backwards. It wouldn't work if the young man wasn't here. If he were here, the door would open with a click."

"But I'm here, Fatty. We have our own way! Come on, blow him up!!!"

The fat man took out a piece of dynamite from his backpack, placed it in front of the door, and was ready to detonate it.

"Fatty, you are old now, so you should accumulate some virtues for yourself, so as to avoid retribution in the future."

Wu Xie came over and took the explosives.

"No, why are you still so sentimental?"

"These are cultural relics and cannot be destroyed. When these murals were turned over, there were some defects. Yang Daguang's ancestors made up for them. Some parts were painted by them."

“Although the painting is uglier, this place was repaired by them themselves. If we dig from here, we won’t be able to destroy it.” Wu Xie said to Fatty.

But he felt that blowing up the mural would be detrimental to his virtue.

"This doesn't require explosives. It's so hard to dig with your hands. Is there any other way?" the fat man muttered.

"Who said there is no other way?"

At this moment, Wu Suowei beside him spoke with a smile.

Wu Xie and Fatty, who were busy holding the engineering shovel, looked over at the same time.

"What's the matter, little Angkor, do you have any other ideas?"

the fat man asked.

So, Wu Suowei searched carefully on this wall, and suddenly his expression changed when he saw a brick on the wall that was different from the others.

bang...

He thrust two fingers in, picked up the brick directly in his hand, and then dropped it to the ground.

There is indeed a mechanical button inside!
Then use two fingers to turn the mechanism.

"bang bang bang..."

The next moment, the mural in front of Wu Xie and Fatty turned half a circle with the middle as the axis.

The door opened.

"Of course, little Wu. You have the same fingers as little brother, and they come in handy. If I didn't know you were not little brother, I would have thought you were him.

You are simply Brother No. 2. I will take you and Brother with me wherever I go. Brother should not be tied to Tian Zhen's belt, and you should not be tied to my belt. "The fat man looked at Wu Suo's operation and said to himself.

There was no sign that Wu Suowei's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Fatty, you deserve a beating, right? Brother, don't put your hands on Wu Xie's belt. I don't care. If you say that again, believe it or not, I will let you eat well." Wu Suowei looked at the fat man and laughed sinisterly.

"Hehe, forget it then." The fat man said, looking at Wu Suowei's smiling face.

Looking at the treasure right in front of him, the fat man started to act ridiculously again.

"GoGoGo...let's start our treasure hunt."

"Wait a minute, don't be anxious." Wu Suowei just remembered. "Hey, Fatty, let me give you a task."

"What's up, little Wu? Do you still want to treat your uncle to a meal here?" The fat man asked with a smile. In fact, they were used to Wu Suo's presence and could say whatever they wanted.

"You fat bastard." Wu Suowei pointed to the repaired area next to him and said, "Come on, Fatty, dig this up."

"What's the matter? There's a big door now, and you still want me, your fat uncle, to crawl into a hole?" The fat man looked at Wu Suowei and said.

Wu Xie on the side also looked at Wu Suowei in confusion.

"You are so beautiful, and you still want to visit this precious place. Hehe, I counted with my fingers and felt that a guest is coming." Wu Suowei said with a smile.

"Oh, I really don't understand you. It seems that I am really old." After saying that, he took the crowbar and started smashing.

Not a moment.

"That's enough, Master Wu." said the fat man.

"Okay, let's go in. Gentlemen, please..." Wu Suowei said and walked in through the main door.

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