Speaking of this, Zhang Guohao's face showed obvious anger.

"Zhang is not talented, not to mention the collection of Yanhuang antiques in his hand, there are still dozens or hundreds of pieces, so at that time, none of us thought that because of a Yanhuang antique, it would cause any trouble, so we didn't guard against anything. ”

"But at this moment, a group of heavily armed locals suddenly attacked the manor and killed several of my brothers on the spot. ”

"They rummaged through the manor, but fortunately I had already transferred the silk painting papers, and those people did not find the silk painting documents, and they pressured me through their connections and forcefully demanded that I hand over the silk painting documents. ”

At this moment, his expression had become extremely angry.

His eyes widened with rage, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"I, Zhang Guohao, have been up and down overseas for so many years, and doing business is originally about harmony, if the other party comes to me through the relationship at the beginning and asks me to transfer the silk painting, I may have to think about the gains and losses. ”

"But what I hate most in my life is to be coerced, not to mention that they beat my brother to death before, if I hand over the silk painting papers, then I still have face. ”

"The most hateful thing is that those people not only want silk and painting papers, but also are not willing to pay any price, not only do they not pay for the funeral, but they want to take away the white wolf with empty gloves for nothing, so I refused their request on the spot. ”

"Then, I spent a lot of money to find out the whereabouts of those people, and asked Ah Hua to bring all the men to take revenge, and take out their old nest even to avenge their previous revenge. ”

"Who would have thought that this time not only did not eradicate the trouble, but instead led out the backers behind the gang, and the Tuscan family let out the words to take bloody revenge on us. ”

"In order to be prepared, I had to buy a batch of weapons from Eastern Europe, and on the way back, I met Mr. Lin, alas, this is also a blessing, if it weren't for Mr. Lin, I'm afraid that our people would have died a long time ago. ”

After saying this, Zhang Guohao sighed.

At this time, a look of confusion appeared on Lin Yu's face.

From Zhang Guohao's words, he was keenly aware of a loophole.

In terms of the strength of the Tuscan family, a mere silk painting antique will definitely not make such a big move.

The first few people who came to sneak attack can be called elite and strong in the secular world.

Later, the Tuscan patriarch came in person.

If it is an ordinary antique, how can it be so valued?

Moreover, this matter also involves the largest power in the West, the Holy See.

No matter from that point of view, it seems to be too trivial.

You know, the Tuscan family has an ancient heritage, and it has been a great family in Europe since the Middle Ages.

This kind of family, what antiques have not been seen?

How is it possible, to go to great lengths for a silk painting paperwork?

One question after another swirled in Lin Yu's mind.

All the doubts point to the same possibility.

That is, Zhang Guohao is lying.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

A touch of coldness bloomed in his eyes.

Zhang Guohao can choose not to speak, but he can never choose to deceive.

That chill was so cold.

Everywhere he passed, Zhang Guohao couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, and even his breathing fell into suffocation.

"Mr. Lin, maybe you think I'm lying to you, but what Zhang just said is not a lie, and I am willing to guarantee it with my life. ”

He knew that Lin Yu was suspicious, and hurriedly swore an oath.

Then, as if remembering something, he added: "Some time ago, I was told that for some reason, the people of the Holy See borrowed all the silk paintings from the Mogao Grottoes in the British Museum. ”

After speaking, Zhang Guohao waved his hand at Ah Hua.

Seeing this, Ah Hua nodded, turned around and walked out.

After a while, he re-entered the living room from the outside.

In his hand, there was an extra palm-sized sandalwood box.

The surface is jet black and smooth, with a faint hint of red.

It is carved with Buddhist ornaments and looks very simple.

"Mr. Lin, this is the silk painting document I got by chance from the underground storage room of that manor. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Guohao took the sandalwood box and gently placed it on the coffee table.

At this moment, Lin Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

In his heart, he was still pondering the sentence just now.

The people of the Holy See borrowed all the silk paintings stolen from the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang in the British Museum.

Could it be that there is some secret hidden in those silk paintings?

If according to Zhang Guohao's words, the silk painting document must be of great importance.

Its importance is enough to make the Tuscan family and the Holy See agitated.

But what is hidden in that little silk painting?

At this moment, he remained silent, and his fingers hooked slightly.

Syllable!

Sandalwood box, hooked open by fingers.

A bright yellow silk painting is presented in front of you.

If you look closely, this silk painting should be of fine silk.

Despite the passage of time, the surface is still shiny.

Lin Yu held the silk painting in his hand and observed it repeatedly.

Above, a picture is embroidered with silk thread.

In the painting, a Buddha has a smile on his lips, and below him are groups of extremely vicious ghosts.

The hideous and terrifying scene is like the hell described in the Buddhist scriptures.

"Patience and immobility, like the earth, deep contemplation, like a secret store, the king of the earth Bodhisattva!"

Lin Yu could see at a glance that the Buddha in the painting was the famous Jizo King Bodhisattva.

This Bodhisattva is so famous that it is said that he made a great vow that if he did not spend all his hell for a day, he would not become a Buddha for a day.

Looking at the scene depicted in the painting, it should be the picture of the ghost of King Pudu.

Although this kind of portrait is very rare in the outside world, it is not a shocking treasure.

Moreover, according to the feel, Lin Yu has determined that the material of the silk painting is silk.

Regardless of the content of the painting or the material of the silk painting, there is nothing suspicious.

Inside, it doesn't seem to be hiding any secrets......

At this moment, Lin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, Li Daitao's plan was almost blinded by this little trick, so that's it!"

He muttered to himself, as if he had discovered some secret.

As the sound sounded, the silk painting shook slightly.

A strip of light filament emerges on the surface, covering every inch of the silk painting, both positive and negative.

The strands of silk thread, like gold threads, like embroidery, are firmly covered on the silk paintings.

Buzz!

Lin Yu's palm trembled gently.

Strands of golden silk threads were quickly pulled out.

Under the golden surface, a new drawing appeared.

I don't know what this painting is made of and sits.

In the hand, it is as light as nothing, and the texture is delicate and skin-friendly.

The pattern in the painting resembles a boat and a dragon's body, flying through a large river.

Lin Yu stared at the silk painting in his hand, his brows furrowed.

The silk painting in his hand is as white as snow.

The material is not gold, non-stone, non-silk and non-wood.

Hold it in your hand and feel a little cool on your skin.

Rao is Lin Yu is well-informed, and he can't tell what material the silk painting is made of.

As for the patterns in the paintings, they don't seem to be anything strange.

It's just a dragon boat.

On the endless river, chop the wind and waves, and forge ahead.

At this moment, Lin Yu's eyes suddenly bloomed with wisps of fine light.

Zhan Zhan's divine light is like a golden wheel and the sun.

The silk paintings that catch my eye have undergone a wonderful change.

The dragon boat in the painting seems to come to life.

Lin Yu's divine sense entered the painting.

In a trance, he seemed to be standing on the bow of a dragon boat.

The cold wind is blowing in the face.

The cold wind penetrated the pores and seeped into the flesh.

Somehow, he couldn't help but shudder.

It's as if you've fallen into a fantasy.

The dragon boat under your feet, riding the wind and waves.

The boundless river, dark and deep.

The water of the river, which takes on a condensed blackness.

At first glance, it gives an eerie and terrifying feeling.

The silence was terrible, and there was a dead silence.

In my heart, there is a heavy depression.

Make people breathless.

At this time, Lin Yu took a deep breath, and a heat spread in his mind.

And the illusion in my mind also disappeared.

After escaping from the illusion, his brow furrowed more and more, and his eyes were fixed on the silk painting.

With his current strength, the Ordinary Illusion didn't work at all.

It is definitely not easy to pull his divine sense into the painting.

It's just that he looked at it several times, but he didn't find anything else out of the ordinary.

There must be something wrong with this painting in my hand.

But where is the secret?