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The butcher's words made my heart tremble.

At the Rakshasa Temple, he once said that he only kills pigs, not humans.

He is different from the villagers. In other words, the villagers can kill people?

Isn't this possible?

Thinking of the peaceful appearance of the villagers, I got goosebumps all over my body.

But why did the pig butcher remind me?

Maybe he was afraid that I would stay in the village and compete with him for the Buddhist treasure.

That time at the Rakshasa Temple, only he and I left alive.

I am the only person in this world who knows that the Buddha's treasure fell into his hands.

In this case, generally speaking, you have to kill someone and silence them.

But he seems to be a pig butcher with an attitude, he only kills pigs, not people.

Therefore, he will not kill me, but he will not let me stay in the village.

But I have already obtained the Star Treasure Box, and the key to open the black box is right in front of me. How could I not be moved?

Watching the pig butcher's muscular back disappear into the village, I withdrew my gaze.

After smoking a cigarette, I got in the car and headed east.

Let’s go to the Tang Family Villa first to find out the situation.

Follow the country road all the way east, getting closer and closer to the depths of the mountains.

Both sides of the road are covered with grass, and the surrounding scenery is even more primitive.

The mountain road spirals up and around the mountain. From a distance, it looks like a long dragon wrapped around the mountain.

There is no village behind.

This road should have been built by the Tang family themselves.

Not a single car was encountered on the road. Half an hour later, not far ahead, a shadow of a mountain village villa finally appeared among the dense trees.

This location is too secluded, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with no human beings around, almost isolated from the world.

Other courtyards are places used by wealthy people for leisure and vacation. Even for the sake of purity, they would not build their houses deep in the mountains where there are few people.

Pulling over, I stood at the gate and looked at the Tang Family Courtyard.

A large, simple-style house with blue bricks and white tiles, and a plaque hanging on two heavy wooden doors.

On it are engraved the four characters "Tang Family Courtyard" with dancing dragons and phoenixes.

The high-gate courtyard is surrounded by trees and weeds that grow wantonly. There are dead leaves everywhere, and the white walls have black lines washed away by the rain.

It's eerie and mysterious, a bit like a Chinese fairy tale.

At this time, the door was closed tightly, and there was no life inside. Only the shadows of trees kept shaking at the door.

I looked around, chose a big tree very close to the house, and climbed up quickly.

Holding the branch, I looked into the house.

The doors and windows of the house are closed, the grass and trees in the garden are growing wildly, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves, which shows that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

After watching for a while, there was no one in sight. I took advantage of the elasticity of the branches and jumped into the house.

Looking around, I found the direction of the main house and walked.

Tang Huiru only asked me to come to the other courtyard and didn't tell me what to do. I could only take a stroll.

The doors in the house are not closed, so you can come and go at will.

The decoration here is simple and elegant, except for solid wood furniture, there is nothing particularly valuable.

There was a layer of dust on both the table and the floor.

Presumably, after Tang Huiru was put under house arrest by the Han family on the pretext of mental disorder, she never had the chance to come over again.

Why did she ask me to come to an empty house?

I was thinking about it as I walked, and suddenly something happened in my heart.

Deep in the mountains, in a remote location, without any commercial value, the Han family cannot really compete for this land.

Maybe, it's something hidden here.

Tang Huiru didn't want this thing to be found by the Han family, so she asked me to come to the house.

But how can I find something that the Han family has not found?

Moreover, if I take that thing, it will be equivalent to becoming the enemy of the Han family.

While I was thinking about it, I walked into a room that looked like a sacrificial hall without realizing it.

There is a large offering table in the middle of the room, with two black and white photos of the deceased placed on it.

The incense burner was full of incense ashes, and there were still many broken incense sticks, but the fruits and snacks in the tribute bowls were rotten.

I walked over and took a look, and it turned out to be the photos of Tang Huiru's parents.

The two old men looked at the camera expressionlessly, their eyes lifeless, but they seemed to be staring at me, which was a little scary.

Death is a big deal.

I lit two sticks of incense and bowed to the shrine.

"Hello, two old men."

"I came to the other courtyard on the request of your daughter, but she didn't tell me what to do here, so I had to walk around."

"Please forgive me if I disturb you."

The incense sticks were inserted into the stove, and the smoke curled up, but of course nothing changed in the room.

I originally had no hope and was ready to leave.

But just then, a change happened.

On the burning incense head, the white smoke that originally curled upward turned to one side without the wind blowing.

I was stunned and looked in that direction.

Over there is a white wall with a wooden pillar embedded in the middle.

And the white smoke is directly opposite the pillar.

Are things hidden inside?

I walked over dubiously and took a closer look.

Half of the pillars are embedded in the wall and half are exposed.

The knots and wood grain retain the original flavor, and the surface is coated with tung oil, making it smooth to the touch and not irritating at all.

I knocked.

The sound is dull and the wood is not hollow.

Where could that thing be hidden?

Walking out of the house, the direction corresponding to the white smoke is the garden, and behind the garden is another wall.

I glanced across the garden full of weeds and shook my head.

Things will not be buried on the ground, otherwise, they would have been dug up by the Han family.

It must be hidden in an unexpected location.

I returned to the altar and studied the wooden pillar carefully.

The wood is a whole, extending from the ground to the roof. There is no sawing in the middle, and there are no hidden compartments.

Moreover, the craftsmanship of the workers is very good. The wood, the floor, and the walls are connected tightly, and the possibility of things hiding in the gaps is very small.

Looking back and forth for a long time, my gaze went up along the pillar.

The roof is in the style of an old-fashioned house. There is no suspended ceiling, and you can see the beams and blue tiles above.

There seems to be a height difference between the pillars and the beams, and a piece of wood is placed in the middle.

I immediately looked at the other side. There was no such problem between the pillars and the beams. The buckles fit perfectly.

Is that where the stuff is hidden?

I brought two tables and a chair from another room.

Two tables were stacked on top of each other, and a chair was placed on top. Standing on the chair, I could barely reach the beams.

Putting his feet up, he reached out and touched it. The piece of wood between the beam and the pillar was actually movable, like a stopper covering the mouth of a bottle.

Open the cork, revealing a very narrow secret compartment in the middle, only allowing two fingers to go in.

I reached out and dug inside, and my fingers came across a cold and hard slice.

This feeling seemed familiar.

In disbelief, I picked out the thin slice with my fingers and stared at it for a while, still unable to believe my eyes.