Chapter 2495: Fatty's Terror! The Oil Paint on His Fingers!

"The murals that the second archaeological team saw were at least layered, and Mr. Zhang also explained that each layer corresponds to a different route."

"For example, they found the ancient Kong Quehe river channel, and at the very end entered the desert and saw those strange snakes—everything was shown on the murals. But why is it that the murals we see only depict a few hills, with what should be the Eastern Xia people's sacrificial history below, and that mural showing the construction process of Tiangong, and then nothing else?"

Wu Tianzhen couldn't help but laugh after hearing Fatty's words, and subconsciously nodded.

Actually, Fatty's way of putting it wasn't wrong—the key point was that this mural was indeed layered.

Between each layer there was no connection whatsoever; they were presented independently. So when it came to whether it was some kind of map, everyone shook their heads vigorously.

Only Zhang Tianshi stood not far away, quietly looking at the mural itself. He seemed to want to find an answer from it too. If even Zhang Tianshi hadn't discovered what Wu Tianzhen called the map, then things would really be a joke!

After all, Zhang Tianshi was the other pillar of the first archaeological team besides Zhang Lin. If even Zhang Tianshi couldn't see through it, then Wu Tianzhen's so-called discovery was very likely just his own wishful thinking and didn't exist at all.

But no matter how high the accuracy rate of their current discussion was, it wouldn't become an ironclad fact, because everyone had already defaulted to one thing.

Whatever they discussed needed Zhang Lin's approval. This was another huge role Zhang Lin played at the New Moon Restaurant for the second archaeological team—because everyone would use their own thinking to judge or speculate about things.

When there was no intermediary who could use their absolutely authoritative answer to judge everything, their discussion would inevitably end in discord.

Even if they could reach a consensus, it would waste a lot of time. So Zhang Lin at the New Moon Restaurant sometimes also played the role of a referee. These past days, Zhang Lin had set aside his original storytelling and devoted himself entirely to helping the two archaeological teams move forward.

Of course, he also recognized this was what everyone wanted to see. Storytelling is for listening to stories, and listening to stories is for experiencing another person's journey. Once they felt that sense of immersion, they would find it extremely thrilling. So now, what could be more immersive than what the two archaeological teams were experiencing?

Before, they could only see what was happening on the periphery. Now these things were happening at the core—including the second archaeological team finally breaking the curse. All of this announced one answer: they had to pay attention at every moment, especially after Zhang Lin went to the New Moon Restaurant.

Looking at Fatty at this moment, he thought the same as all the listeners. The news from the New Moon Restaurant transmitted through his Bluetooth earpiece was especially scarce today, which made Fatty extremely frustrated. And now with this kind of doubt on top of it, he was even more annoyed.

Fatty realized this mural was completely different from Wu Tianzhen's analogy. Normally he might have kept asking questions, but this time Fatty seemed to have lost all patience.

The next moment, he immediately walked up to the mural and wanted to look at it from a closer distance. Still finding nothing, he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Then Fatty said: "I say, this mural really doesn't record anything. Tianzhen, your guess doesn't seem very reliable!"

Wu Tianzhen shrugged, thinking to himself that if Mr. Zhang were at the New Moon Restaurant right now, he could clear his name right away.

He believed that what Zhang Lin had said before definitely had another meaning. Of course, this was another reason Wu Tianzhen was convinced the mural was a map.

When he first saw the mural, Wu Tianzhen hadn't reacted. But with Fatty's inadvertent reminder, combined with what Zhang Lin had said earlier at the wrap-up, Wu Tianzhen was suddenly enlightened and immediately realized something!

At the same time, he was also convinced this matter definitely wasn't that simple. If it weren't for Fatty being poisoned, Wu Tianzhen believed Zhang Lin would subtly have led them into this hot spring. Actually, if they just thought back at this point, they should understand that they had gone down beneath that four-legged dragon.

And then found the hot spring—what had happened during this whole series of events?

It wasn't just that Fatty was cured of the poison and the mural was finally discovered. Most importantly, during this process, Wang Cen took a different path and chose to stand on the first archaeological team's side. Perhaps to Zhang Lin, or to Wu Tianzhen, this was more important than anything.

It's just that Zhang Lin could arrange this whole series of plans and tell everyone how to proceed afterward, while Wu Tianzhen could only watch it all happen helplessly, unable to help. Wu Tianzhen felt very ashamed about this—after all, he was at least the leader of the archaeological team, and now he could only grope completely in the dark.

But afterward, he figured it out. Rather than feeling ashamed like this, it was better to properly cooperate with Zhang Lin's subsequent arrangements. The officials had no presence at all now; the archaeological teams only cooperated wholeheartedly with Zhang Lin. Besides him, they wouldn't give face to anyone. The officials had already seen this clearly before.

But because they had self-awareness and knew the stakes involved, they were very obedient about it and didn't voice any different opinions.

With Fatty looking at the mural in this way, Wu Tianzhen shook his head and said nothing. After all, Mr. Zhang wasn't here now, and it was very hard to convince Fatty—even though the two were brothers who had been through life and death together.

Fatty was just that stubborn. Unless Wu Tianzhen could use his own way to make Fatty understand that what was contained within was correct—but although Wu Tianzhen had this thought, he soon gave a self-deprecating smile.

The idea was certainly correct, but Wu Tianzhen could only say it was something that could be understood but not explained. He had figured out the general idea.

Figuring something out and being able to explain it in your own words were completely different concepts, so at this point Wu Tianzhen didn't want to argue about it anymore.

The next moment, Fatty still couldn't make sense of it, so he simply raised his hand directly. The instant his finger touched a spot on the mural, Fatty froze!

He instinctively and quickly raised his hand, only to see the oil paint from the mural stuck on his fingers. Fatty turned pale with fright, hurriedly stepped back, and thought to himself, did he see a ghost?

You have to know Fatty was the kind of person who was naturally bold. His ability couldn't rank first on the archaeological team—at least Zhang Tianshi was ahead of him—but when it came to guts, Fatty wouldn't submit to anyone.

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