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Seeing Zhang Meng's expression strange, the fat man, who had recovered from his senses, focused his eyes on the wall in front of him again. It was obvious that this recombined mural had been destroyed first.

"It seems that we are late..." said the fat man.

"That's right, I'm late." Zhang Meng said with great regret.

"But you think you're right. This mural does reveal many secrets about Lop Nur." The fat man comforted: "It would be great if that group of experts were here. Maybe they could use some scientific means to restore some of them."

"Part?" Zhang Meng frowned, and suddenly felt like she was clicked by the fat man, and her face was happy. Then she ignored the fat man and quickly walked towards the mural in front, and re-read the entire mural on the lane at a glance at the speed of ten lines.

The fat man didn't know what Zhang Meng had thought of, but seeing Zhang Meng was so excited, he knew that he must have discovered something, so he did not dare to disturb Zhang Meng. Instead, he waited for Zhang Meng to quickly read the mural on it and give the answer.

After two minutes, Zhang Meng finally stopped in a hurry.

"What's the discovery?" asked the fat man.

"Look at it too." Zhang Meng pointed to the remaining mural and said, "Although the murals we saw at that time were not complete, look, are there any murals we saw on the Nine Palace Bagua Formation?"

After Zhang Meng's guidance, the fat man immediately reacted: "You mean... if the mural we saw was destroyed, it is very likely that it was the secret that the person wanted to cover up?"

"That's right." Zhang Meng said.

The fat man didn't dare to talk nonsense. Like Zhang Meng, he looked at the mural in front of him again. However, after the fat man finished reading it, he waved his hand with a bit ugly expression: "It seems that the murals I paid attention to at that time are not important, they are all there."

"Yeah." Zhang Meng, who had already calmed down at this time, recalled the situation at that time. Although he and the fat man looked at a lot of murals while avoiding Rena, it was obvious that those were not the truth that the man wanted to erase. But only the mural about the myths and legends of the primitive tribe disappeared along with it.

The myth and legend of the Qidao are the most critical clues?

The fat man did not notice the myths and legends that Zhang Meng saw at that time, so the fat man didn't know what Zhang Meng was thinking, so he asked, "What should I do? Can I still look for it?"

"Look for it." Zhang Meng pondered for a moment and said, "Although the most core secret may have been erased, maybe there is a structural diagram of this amazing ancient tomb on it."

"Yeah, let me see."

After saying that, the fat man stared at the mural in front of him for the third time.

This time, Fatty saw it carefully than anyone else. Since it was the thing carved by the tomb owner on the wall, it was definitely related to his life. Even if the core secret was erased, everyone could still find some clues.

The murals start with the weird gossip altar, and then strange figures emerge.

The fat man pointed to Zhang Meng: "This describes the journey of the alchemist Xu Fu, King Guangchuan Liu Qu, Taoist Qiu Chuji of Quanzhen Qiu Chuji, King Ning Zhu Quan and others coming here."

"Wait." Zhang Meng waved his hand, and then recalled the vivid image he saw before entering the ancient tomb.

"Can you see the carving craftsmanship of these walls in which dynasty?" Zhang Meng asked suddenly.

As if he had guessed Zhang Meng's thoughts, the fat man frowned: "You mean..." Before he finished speaking, the fat man quickly looked forward a few more times before nodding: "Yes, you guessed that, this long mural was not done in one go."

"Did many people draw it separately?" Zhang Meng asked.

"I'm not sure." The fat man looked at the seemingly inconspicuous murals in front of him with a look of marvel, saying: "If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have seen the mystery above. This mural is so magical! I dare say that even if my father is still alive, it would be difficult to find that this is a pieced-up mural."

"Can the age be confirmed?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Yes." The fat man nodded and said without blinking his eyes: "Although the murals in the front are really seamless, the later ones are too close to each other and cannot be made even if they are fake. If you read it correctly, it should be the hands of the Ming court painter."

"In other words, it is very likely that it was painted by King Ning Zhu Quan, who brought someone to paint?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Does other Ming Dynasty people know about this besides him?" the fat man asked back.

"If this assumption is true, then the personal experience on the walls ahead is probably drawn by Xu Fu, Qiu Chuji, Liu Qu and others who passed by here one after another." Zhang Meng said to himself: "And I suspect that this is what this place has always been when it was not invaded by outsiders."

"That's right, if this place was the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation from the beginning, Xu Fu, Liu Qu, Qiu Chuji, Zhu Quan and others would not be able to connect this mural so seamlessly." said the fat man.

"But when we found out here, the order of the walls had been completely disrupted, which means..." The fat man widened his eyes.

"That is to say, some people activated the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation earlier to disrupt the walls just to prevent us from understanding these murals." Zhang Meng guessed.

"No!" The fat man shook his head repeatedly, looking disbelief: "This is impossible!"

"How is this impossible!" Seeing the fat man retorting vigorously, Zhang Meng immediately thought of the secret that the fat man had just hidden, and immediately grabbed the fat man's arm with both hands and shook it tightly: "What did you see just now? Say it! Say it!"

"No, no, I didn't see anything." The fat man said with his eyes dodging.

"What else do you have to hide now?" Zhang Meng asked loudly: "Once the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation is opened, it will kill people. This person dare not think about hiding clues, and wants to kill us! Now, what else do you have to maintain?"

"I...I..." The fat man never dared to say anything.

"Say!" Zhang Meng's eyes were blood-red, and she pinched the fat man's neck angrily.

Zhang Meng's cold expression made the fat man feel a little scared. He tried to explain: "I said that it may be because I was confused. Maybe it was not him who opened the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation."

"Why do you think so?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Then you have no evidence to prove it." The fat man said: "Think about it, there are so many people hiding mysteries on you now, Ouyang, Yan Wangdong, Little Matchmaker, and even... your father Zhang Shaoye."

"Hmm?" Listening to the fat man's words, Zhang Meng seemed to find a flaw. He squinted his eyes and stared at the fat man: "What do you mean? What you just saw was not Yan Wangdong, nor the little matchmaker, nor my father. Who would it be? Could it be... no, Brother Jiu couldn't kill me."
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