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"Then I'll leave it for you …" What's the use?

After knowing that Mu Rong Xian was unable to decipher the sheepskin scroll and couldn't provide any help, Mo Da's happiness turned to anger and he grabbed onto Murong Xian's neck with one hand. With just a thought, in a few minutes, Mu Rong Xian would have dinner on the Road to River Styx!

However, he still remembered that this treasure was given to him by someone else. Considering the value of the treasure, he could not and could not kill the person who offered the treasure.

"Scram!"

After struggling for a while, Molda finally let go of Mu Rong Xian and ordered him to leave.

Mu Rong Xian almost couldn't accept these two extreme treatment!

At this time, Mo Yan took the initiative to step forward and gently shook her head at Mu Rong Xian, implying that he was the most obedient. She knew perfectly well what Mordor was like to big men, especially people of no value. She did have a grudge with Murong Nan. But Murong Xian was innocent and could not involve innocent people.

He turned to Morda and said calmly.

"General, please calm your anger."

"This subordinate just looked at this sheepskin scroll and discovered something different. Maybe I can try to unravel the secret of the sheepskin scroll for the general. "

Mu Rong Xian looked gratefully at Mo Yan.

Molda's rage was immediately thrown to the back of his mind. He looked at Ink Yan in surprise as he asked uncertainly.

"Are you sure you can solve the mystery of the miracle sheepskin scroll?"

Ink Yan thought about what happened to Mu Rong Xian and said conservatively, "I'm not sure." But I will not let the general not find a single clue. "

This, thought Molda, was not a clue that he could not find, but that he could not leave empty-handed. After all, it was still better than that useless Murong Xian. Thus, he nodded his head.

"Fine."

"This general will let you try. "Just treat it as repayment for trusting me."

With Mo Da's words, it was as if Ink Yan had won a Gold Medal of Immunity. She took the sheepskin scroll from the housekeeper and looked at it under the natural light. He noticed that the lines on the sheepskin scroll were becoming increasingly fine.

This was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

Ink Yan thought. He thought back to his home in China, where he had once invented the secret service to carve information onto textiles using micro-sculpting techniques. Does this goatskin also have such a secret?

Then, Ink Yan raised the sheepskin scroll, pointing it at the sunlight, and looked through the sheepskin scroll.

Immediately, an even more interesting scene appeared!

The goatskin scroll that was originally only slightly carved into a mountain and river was now facing the great sun, and actually showed a deep and uneven interior!

"General, I found it!"

Ink Yan let out a surprised cry, pointing at one point on the scroll and shouting.

"The secret lies in these little dots!"

Molda would never have thought that the legendary treasure scroll would be deciphered by Ink Yan at such a fast speed. He immediately got up from the chair excitedly and stood beside Ink Yan, squinting his eyes and looking at the small dot.

But Morda, after all, was not an agent trained Ink Mist. There was nothing else in his line of sight other than the uneven thickness of the dots.

Instantly, a surge of killing intent rose up from Molda's heart. The specific name of this killing intent was, "You know, and I don't know the secret that cannot exist in this world."

"49, you must explain it to me. What secrets did these dots hold? Otherwise? "

Ink Yan said, "General, don't worry." After taking off the sheepskin scroll, she turned around and instructed the butler to bring her some things.

Please find me a candle, a piece of clear white crystal, and a piece of pure white cloth. and a wooden box that can be opened, with the surface of which the craftsman should drill as little hole as possible. I have great uses.

At that time, Steward Cong stared coldly at Mo Yan, thinking, so what if I find you these things? The dot is so small, could it be that you will use immortal means to enlarge it?

Brat, you're dead for sure!

He couldn't stop it either!

While instructing the servant on some tasks, he stood in the corner and counted on his fingers, waiting for the arrival of Ink Yan's death.

However, the steward was destined to be disappointed as he did not know anything about her.

In less than two hours, Butler Cong had finished preparing all of the items that Ink Flame needed. He put everything on a small plate and handed it to Ink Yan one by one.

"The candle you asked for. I've specially found you a tallow candle and tied it tight with a rope. The reason is to worry that you don't have enough time to read the treasure map. "We'll have more hope if we can keep the fire going for a while longer."

Ink Yan thanked him. Housekeeper Cong brought out a few more pieces of white cloth. The texture ranges from linen to silk to even gauze. Ink Yan looked at it, and then went about her business. She always felt that the cloth that was produced at the big end was too poor in terms of craftsmanship. The surface was uneven. How could such a fabric be used as a projection curtain?

Thus, after thinking about it again and again, Ink Yan could only remove the white cloth.

"This, I don't need it."

Thus, Butler Cong brought the white crystal up. She picked at a plate of crystals and finally chose a thin piece that was still considered transparent.

Finally, there was a small box with a hole in it.

Ink Flame looked at the light. The hole was found to be less than 3 mm in diameter. This kind of process could be considered as the pinnacle of the current process standards, right?

She finally nodded, saying that everything was ready.

"Then why don't you hurry up and read it?"

Mordor began to urge him impatiently again. In his heart, he began to unceasingly dream of the oncoming mountains of gold and silver.

But, Ink Yan looked at the room full of light and said, "Not good!"

"General, it's too bright here. There are too many impurities that will affect our ability to decipher secrets. "

"Therefore, I suggest that we stay in the secret chamber."

Hearing these words, the drooping corners of Housekeeper Cong's lips curled up uncontrollably. His heart grew even more excited.

This suicidal fellow still wants to go to the secret chamber that General Molda prepared? Did he really know what a secret chamber was? Did he know that many people who knew too many secrets died especially quickly?

Such a suicidal move was akin to driving a train to be reincarnated! He couldn't even stop her!

At this point, seeing that the preparations had been completed, Molda began to read again.

"Butler Cong, bring them in!"

Soon, Yin Yan and Mu Rong Xian were covered by a black cloth and led forward by Butler Cong. After nine turns and eighteen turns, there was a low rumbling sound.

Ink Yan heard the stone door open, and then, Steward Cong pushed people in, "Here we are", and untied the black cloth covering her vision.

Only then did Ink Yan see that this was a simple secret room.

The total area was not even 20 square meters, and it was surrounded by walls. There were no windows, only a vent for air at the top. There was an oil lamp hanging on the wall directly opposite her. The wick of the oil lamp was burning smoothly. There was no thick smoke, nor was there any pungent smell. The light was bright and soft. It must be cottonseed oil.

Not far away, there was a table. The table was empty, and not even a speck of dust could be seen.

Thus, Ink Flame decided once again. This chamber must have been where Morda plotted with his people. If he could find this place in the future, he would be able to uncover even more secrets of the Heavenly Wolf Country. Perhaps he could seize the opportunity to stir up the water in the middle and bury the damned Molda without a trace of blood.

However, the ideal was good, but reality was hard to come by. In order to effortlessly kill Molda, he first had to win Molda's trust as easily as possible.

In front of everyone, Mo Yan placed the tools on the table one by one.

She picked up the small candle and cut it to half the height of the box. Then he took out his dagger and dug into the bottom of the small box to confirm the location. Then she picked up the white crystal and held it upright on the table, using only the most transparent part of it to aim at the holes in the surface of the box.

Finally, she lit the candle and placed it in the box, swinging the light from side to side. When the light dots on the wall reached their brightest … She blew out the oil lamp and took out the sheepskin scroll. With both hands, she placed the sheepskin scroll behind the crystal stone!

Instantly, everyone's jaws were dislocated! One by one, their eyes were glued to the wall as they watched the originally small blotch area magically expand, revealing the words within!

"Heavens!" This is amazing! "

Mu Rong Xian was filled with admiration for her! He almost kneeled down and asked what was going on with her.

Actually, hehe ~

A string of 'haha' rolled at the bottom of Ink Yan's heart. She thought that the IQ of the people from the foreign world was indeed very low! He had obviously invented firecracker, but he had never thought of turning it into TNT. The principle of natural physical imaging had also not been applied! Naturally, he did not understand the rules of the future generations of nearsighted glasses!

At this time, Mo Yan turned to look at Butler Cong, asking him if he could read?

Butler Cong instantly understood! Without saying a word, he took out a small notebook and a portable brush from the mouth of the moon. He moistened them with saliva and began to write something down in the notebook.

This was because Housekeeper Cong had written the words Sirius had written. Mordor's confidant again. Thus, during the whole process, Molda had put on a confident attitude and pretended that Mu Rong Xian and Mo Yan were there for the show.

In Mu Rong Xian's eyes, this behavior was a form of rejection! Why didn't I know that the treasures I offered were finally read out? He quietly pulled on Ink Yan and asked, "Do you understand now?"

How could she not know that Mu Rong Xian was tempted by this and wanted the treasure? However, when she looked at Mo Da who was in a relaxed state, what appeared before her was the tragic scene of Mo Huang's death a month ago. She covered Mu Rong Xian's mouth with her hand, speaking cautiously while lowering her head to completely reveal the secret of the sheepskin scroll!