Chapter 493: Closing the old house on Chunqiang Road
No one has entered this old house for at least ten years, which is in line with Fengmengui's character. If you hide your things in this place, even ghosts may not be able to find them.
The cabinet was full of messy things, most of which were daily necessities. There were also two large suitcases containing a lot of discarded materials. Most of the writing had lost its ink, but some of them could be read, and some poems were written on them. The original house
The owner must be a person who loves poetry.
Zhang Xiuxian asked while turning the page: "Hey, let me tell you, is the list fucking here? How can such an important thing be hidden in such a useless place?"
Zhang Xiuxian was a spy, and he knew the importance of the list better than anyone else. Although he didn't know who was written on it, he understood the danger of it falling into the hands of others.
"My father told me about this place. My grandfather left it here. I guess he has never been here before."
"Are we here just looking for you?"
Feng Yu found nothing in the cabinet, so he went to search other places in the house. It was only a big place, could he hide it in the sky?
Zhang Xiuxian quickly rummaged through another cabinet, but found nothing but a blank look. He cursed and said, "Ya'er brought me to bring bad luck on purpose. Even if there was a real list, she wouldn't hide it here."
Feng Yu stood in the room and thought for a while. If he was the one hiding things, he would definitely not hide them in plain sight. That person was from a wealthy family. If it were someone else, it might be understandable, but he would never do it.
"Isn't there another room next to it? Let's go take a look."
Zhang Xiuxian didn't hold out hope, "I just looked and saw that there was a firewood room next door, with only an earthen stove and even the firewood was dried to pieces."
Feng Yu said and went over to check. The wooden door was half open. The earthy smell inside was very strong. The blackened stove was covered with charcoal ash. There was a statue on the wall in the middle of the room. It was so dusty that it was impossible to identify it.
How sacred.
When the two of them took a closer look, they couldn't tell what kind of statue it was. In short, it was a statue of a god, otherwise it would not have been enshrined.
"What kind of god are you worshiping here? Why have I never seen it before?" Feng Yu asked.
Zhang Xiuxian had never seen it before, but he said hesitantly: "This looks like a land god. I heard that some people will offer a land god on the stove to bless their family with food and drink."
Feng Yu felt something was wrong, "Tu Tu Gong? Look at this Tu Tu Gong. He looks so fierce. Where is he from? It can't be from the capital."
Zhang Xiuxian came up to take a look, "Don't tell me, really, why is this guy keeping his eyes upright and grinning?"
Feng Yu thought there was something fishy, so he moved the statue with his hands, only to find that it was integrated with the wall, that is to say, it was placed in one piece.
"Hey, is there something on this wall?"
The two found a tool and pressed it hard around it. The object on the statue fell off. Black dust filled the whole room. The statue fell to the ground, and a door was exposed on the wall.
There were indeed two and a half rooms in this place, and the half room was hidden inside the woodshed. They pulled out the bricks under the wall and opened the door.
The door is living, an old door made of wood.
The two looked at each other, each with their own thoughts in mind. Zhang Xiuxian was brave enough to go up and push the door open.
It was pitch dark inside, and they stood at the door to air out the moldy air. Zhang Xiuxian said, "I didn't expect that there is a cave in this place. No matter whether there are donkeys or horses inside, let them come out and run around today."
They didn't bring flashlights, so they took out a fire stick and went in.
The back room is very small. It is not so much a house as it is a space of a few square meters. It is surrounded by bricks and there is no room for ventilation.
Under the light of the fire, there were many large and small portraits on the wall. Those people were unknown to Feng Yu. Most of them were people from the Qing Dynasty, and some were from the Ming Dynasty. They were hung all over the wall.
"It belongs to his grandma. If you are timid, you will be scared to death by her. Is this her ancestral hall? Why are there so many portraits?"
Feng Yu also felt puzzled, why are there so many paintings in this place? Could it be that the list is also on this list?
The people in the portraits are indeed strange. They are not portraits, but rather sketches. What's more, they are obviously added on later. The colors and techniques of the pen and ink are quite different.
Feng Yu checked along the wall bit by bit, not missing any detail. What surprised him even more was that there was no so-called list here at all, just a bunch of portraits of unrecognizable people.
"I said, where is the list? Is it hidden in the painting?"
Feng Yu suddenly thought, could it be that it was really hidden in the painting, and that the list was actually the painting on the wall?
Damn it, this is too fucking difficult. After cursing secretly, Feng Yu could only continue to look at the portraits in the painting, trying to find some clues from them.
Humans are such strange creatures, the more everything
No, the more I wanted to find something, I just answered Zhang Xiuxian's words, I cut my throat, I had to find something.
The two of them watched for more than ten minutes. Feng Yu felt dizzy after watching. He searched all over the wall and floor. There was no place to hide anything. The list was most likely the portraits on the wall.
Feng Yu was a little disappointed. Rather than doing this, it would be better not to tell him. These people are the Feng family secret sect? Are they also the Feng family?
Zhang Xiuxian also saw a different portrait as soon as he entered the door. The person in the painting was younger but full of energy. At first glance, Feng Yu's eyebrows were somewhat similar to his father's.
Suddenly, Feng Yu noticed something. There was a clear difference between that man's eyes and his father's. Feng Qing's eyes were more deep, while this man's arrogance made Feng Yu think of his second uncle and his mother.
Yes, the person in this painting should not be my second uncle when he was young.
How is it possible? But if it is someone else, it would be a bit too similar. If these are all the Feng family's dark sect, then it doesn't matter if they are all from the same family. Feng Yu kept telling himself that this could not be the case, but he couldn't bear it in his heart.
I have to think about my second uncle.
Who else could it be besides him? To say it was a coincidence would be too much.
Seeing Feng Yu standing still, Zhang Xiuxian asked: "I said, why does this man look like your father? Does he know this?" Before Zhang Xiuxian finished speaking, he added: "Hey, no, this man
This is not your father, this is your second uncle!"
Feng Yu asked back: "How can you tell?"
"Although your father and your second uncle look alike, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the temperaments of the two brothers are completely different. Look at the postures in this painting, with their eyes raised and their heads raised, and they are confident. Your father is a careless person.
People don’t have such an attitude, this person has a ninth-level probability of being your second uncle."
Feng Yu felt that Zhang Xiuxian was right. Indeed, the gap between the two of them was a bit big. The second uncle and the father could tell who was who at a glance.
"The person in this painting should be my second uncle. I am also surprised that he appears here. The painting on this wall is a list. This is a deeply hidden list of the Feng family."
Zhang Xiuxian seemed to feel some kind of confidentiality. He looked around and showed respect to the seniors of the Feng family in the painting. It was estimated that no one in this room was an ordinary person.
Feng Yu actually didn't want to believe that his second uncle could be the Feng family's dark sect. The people here were all the dark sects in the past. If his second uncle was true, would he also be the one in King Haiyue? Could it be that he injured Zhang Manyue?
