Chapter 3082: The Red Clouds Descend! A Scene of Serenity That Conceals a Killing Intent!

This is another suspicious point, and it's also the answer that can be gleaned from the hundred years of history that have faded from Zhang Lin's knowledge.

As long as Zhang Lin keeps exploring bit by bit, he will definitely find the relevant records. As long as this matter truly exists, an answer can always be found—on this point, he is more certain than anyone.

This is also why Wang Canghai felt the leverage in his hands growing ever thinner, to the point that a chill ran down his spine as he considered that Zhang Lin might, at some future juncture, simply cast aside all his previous reservations and be the first to burn his boats.

To put it plainly, the meal had been going fine. Although there were a few small unpleasantries, at the very least no one had truly fallen out.

But if, when that moment came, Zhang Lin simply flipped the table, then Wang Canghai would have no choice but to charge down a single path to the end. Just as Zhang Lin had thought before, even if Wang Canghai truly ran headlong into a wall, his choice would not be to turn back, but to try to smash straight through that wall.

Then see if he could find a way to survive. After all, under Zhang Lin's relentless pressure, Wang Canghai had already pushed matters to such a point.

And now he looked at this mural far more nervously than anyone else—a state of affairs that, for Wang Canghai, would have been unimaginable in the past.

Although he had now silently accepted these results, Wang Canghai still despised himself from time to time in his heart, thinking that he had, after all, been the foremost Feng Shui tomb-and-burial master under heaven three hundred years ago.

How had he ended up in such a state today? Little did he know this was an inevitable outcome.

Meanwhile, looking at the mural now, it slowly came to a stop, and the scene Wang Canghai saw made his eyes go wide. He was now one hundred percent certain.

These murals were not what he had imagined before. And even before this, even if someone had truly applied the oil paints themselves directly onto the mural, he had not completed the paintings above in any particularly orderly fashion.

Instead, it was as if hot spring water had been splashed over it. As long as those oil paints were laid on top, everything would form on its own—this was also a kind of concealing mechanism.

The only difference was that the oil paints on top could be picked up and transferred, and that was the greatest flaw.

At the same time, this kind of flaw would not be discovered unless one was especially careful or stumbled upon it by sheer luck. In fact, from the fact that Fatty discovered this point, one can see just how well-hidden this mechanism truly was.

Even Zhang Lin had not noticed the existence of this situation, yet these things were discovered by Fatty of all people.

From this, one can see that it was purely a matter of blind luck. And without Fatty's instinctive questioning and the subsequent baffling behavior, these things would never have been discovered.

On the brand-new mural, they saw three mountain peaks in the true sense, and at this point they didn't even need Zhang Lin to explain what they were—they saw the scene for themselves.

A patch of crimson cloud at the summit, three sacred mountains surrounding a towering structure—this was the most important answer they had been seeking: Tiangong!

And what exactly was hidden within Tiangong also awaited these people to explore.

Among the First Archaeology Team, only Wu Ya's brows were furrowed deeply. At this moment she wished she could immediately call Mr. Zhang and ask him what exactly was going on.

Because that curiosity could no longer be restrained!

Taking this mural as a whole, the biggest difference from the previous mural was that it was far more intricate.

The previous mural was split into two sections; this mural combined the two into one. Now the mural was layered, just as Wu Tianzhen understood it. On the lowest layer, what they saw were densely packed tiny figures.

From the look of it, these tiny figures should have been performing a sacrifice, and in the middle of them stood a colossal, towering figure—but only a back view. Everyone else was in a posture of kneeling worship; only this figure stood ramrod straight.

What they were all looking toward was the Tiangong amid the three sacred mountains above. The red clouds gradually descended, appearing to be a scene of utter serenity enveloping those performing the sacrifice, but in truth a murderous intent permeated it.

The only thing Wu Ya didn't understand was why that mechanism had to be deliberately activated to conceal this mural. After all, the events recorded in these two murals didn't differ all that much.

The only additions were that colossal figure and the many extra tiny figures performing the sacrifice. Wu Ya had seen the text message Zhang Lin had sent earlier, and she still hadn't told Wu Tianzhen about it.

She was thinking of finding a suitable time to speak with Team Leader Wu about it, after all everyone was in a state of shock.

And these matters would also take some time to discuss. But precisely because of this, Wu Ya felt even more perplexed. Since the differences between the two murals weren't particularly great, why keep this one here? The answer it revealed might truly be connected to the secrets of the Wan Nu King.

And Wu Ya, as Zhang Lin's assistant, naturally knew that Zhang Lin's long contest with Wang Canghai might have started simply because Wang Canghai should not have existed in this era.

So Zhang Lin had to make Wang Canghai give up all his notions at once. As long as he stopped thinking about those messy things in the future, Zhang Lin naturally wouldn't pursue the matters of the past.

He had no obligation to avenge people he had never met. Later, when Zhang Lin realized that everything Wang Canghai had gained today was entirely thanks to the Wan Nu King's help, and that he was also doing his utmost to help the Wan Nu King conceal that century of history,

Zhang Lin absolutely had to get to the bottom of these secrets as his first priority. It was on this premise that everything that followed came about—Zhang Lin, step by step, forced Wang Canghai down that road of no return.

In fact, throughout the entire course of this matter, Wang Canghai should have sensed that something was off. But if he had been willing to speak about the Wan Nu King's affairs, he wouldn't have been driven into such an absolute dead end. At the same time, this was something Zhang Lin found very hard to understand.

Zhang Lin was convinced that there was likely some kind of curse bound up in it—meaning Wang Canghai simply couldn't speak those things with his own mouth, as if his tongue had been sealed or his very thoughts shackled.

Even though he was perfectly clear about these things in his heart, he could never bring himself to tell Zhang Lin. If that were the case, then Zhang Lin could just barely understand.

But judging from his past interactions with Wang Canghai, Zhang Lin also felt this explanation wasn't very reliable. Based on the other's overall choices, he concluded that it was probably simply that Wang Canghai subjectively didn't want to speak of these matters.

This might have been because of that promise, and because the Wan Nu King's intimidation of him in the past had simply been too overwhelming. Based on this, Wang Canghai had long since been scared out of his wits by the Wan Nu King.

He was terrified that one day the other would truly make a comeback and take him out first. At that point, even if Wang Canghai wanted to be a rat scurrying across the street, he wouldn't have the right to be one—and this was what Wang Canghai feared most.

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