Lian Duel and Absolute Heart stepped over the low fence courtyard of Mu Zi'an's house and walked towards Mu Zi'an's house.

With a "squeak", the rudimentary wooden door opened.

There was no light in the room except for the moonlight that hung low, and the room was faint, and only the vague outline of things could be seen, and it was impossible to see what it was.

Lian Du was afraid that any light in Mu Zi'an's room would attract bright red, so he closed the door tightly, tore off the sheet on the bed and sealed the crack in the door, and picked out a thick cotton coat to hang on the back window, before lighting the half of the candle on the table.

Suddenly, the orange-red beating candlelight filled the entire room, and everything in the room was illuminated clearly, to Lian Duan's surprise, the furnishings in Mu Zi'an's room were exceptionally simple.

The room was very clean and tidy, and on the small wooden table, there was an inkstone, a bottle of pen washing, two brushes that had not yet been rinsed, and a stack of books at the end.

There were no cabinets or anything like that in the room, and the clothes hung on a horizontal piece of wood, and there were few in total, all of them were very old.

Just took away the sheets, there was only a mattress and a pillow left on the Mu Zi'an bed, which were neatly laid.

Lian Jue knew that Mu Zi'an's room was so neat, probably because Yanhong cleaned it up when she was bored here just now.

Lian Du flipped through Mu Zi'an's desk, and read all the things with words, all of them were scattered books such as ancient books from the mainland, and there were no important clues at all.

Lian Du sat silently on the edge of Mu Zi'an's bed, thinking to himself, Mu Zi'an had the whereabouts of a treasure that could threaten the richness of the Holy River Valley, and had already reached an alliance with the drifter, but unexpectedly, Mu Zi'an had not yet left the division, and his body had died first, leaving the drifter alone to sigh.

How much does the drifter know the secrets of the treasure? Before Mu Zi'an died, did he tell the drifter and Pan?

Lian Duel knew that the treasure was the crowbar that pried open the situation between the Holy River Valley and Shiva's ghosts, but where to find this crowbar, Lian Duel was still confused.

Lian Duzheng was thinking silently, desperately on the side, his delicate fingers lightly swiped across the table, and said: "Yanhong may not be sincere to Mu Zi'an, and she is willing to take care of a man in such a small way." ”

Suddenly, Lian Duan only felt a white light flash in his mind, raised his head suddenly, looked at Jue Xin, looked at Lian Duan suspiciously, and Lian Du muttered: "Yanhong takes care of Mu Zi'an ..... in every detail."

Lian Du's eyebrows moved, and he said in a low voice: "If Yanhong often comes to clean up the room for Mu Zi'an, Mu Zi'an will definitely hide any secrets." ”

As he spoke, Lian Du squatted down, looked at hidden corners such as under the bed, under the table, and in the corner of the wall, and Jue Xin also squatted down and searched for Lian Duel.

Lian Du had almost climbed under the wooden bed, and knocked every floor tile carefully, and the cracks in the corner of the wall were also carefully checked, and there were no suspicious traces, Lian Du touched the clothes hanging on the shelf, and there was some wetness, which were the few pieces that Yanhong had washed in the morning, and there would be nothing hidden in them.

I looked at almost every floor tile and every corner, but found nothing, and sat down at the desk in a little confusion, picked up the pen, and stared at the tip of the pen leisurely.

Lian Duan's brows frowned as if he had been pricked by a needle, the brush was full of ink, and the tip of the pen was not completely dry and hard, indicating that it was only used today, Mu Zi'an must have written something, and Yanhong was proficient in pen and ink, so when he cleaned up the house, he didn't wash the brush off.

Lian Duan flipped through the scrolls on the table again, they were all ready-made Zhiwei, and there were no annotations on them, and the scrolls were almost brand new, as if they were placed on the desk, just to hide people's eyes.

Lian Du put the brush back on the pen stand, but the brush seemed to be disobedient, and rolled down with a "grunt", because the pen body was very round, the brush almost rolled to the ground.

Lian Jue's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the brush, and at the same time quickly realized that this desk was slightly uneven, and the eyes could not see it, but it would be obvious to refer to something as smooth as a brush.

Lian Du squatted down again, carefully examining the table leg of the desk, and suddenly, Lian Jie's head moved, and at the bottom of one of the table legs, there was a small piece of iron.

Lian Du got closer to see, this iron piece is very finely made, there is a groove as thin as a hair in the middle, if you don't lie up to look at it, you can't see it at all, there seems to be a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings stuck in the groove, Lian Du pinched the edge of the piece of paper, and gently pulled it out.

When this piece of paper was spread out in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but be surprised, not to mention what was on this paper, just the texture of this paper was very rare!

This piece of paper is cowhide yellow, the texture is very dense, there are pores-like sporadic lines on it, it is said to be paper, more like some kind of animal leather, even the fingers stroked it, I actually feel that this weird leather, there is some feeling of dried human skin!

Human Skin Map!

Even his head jumped with determination, and he suddenly thought of the "soul map" that existed in his own treasure of great appearance, as well as the human skin map sealed in the firethorn ash tower of the ancient kingdom of Longdu!

And the human skin map in Lian Duel's hand was less than half a palm's size, and the edges were cut into a very delicate circle, and countless black lines were drawn with thin brushes like fly legs, as well as dense small characters!

Lian Jue glanced at the brush on the table, and suddenly admired Mu Zi'an's scheming, writing so many words that were almost invisible to the naked eye on this small human skin map, they were all written with these ordinary brushes!

Seeing Lian Duel looking at the brush in a daze, Jue Xin asked, "Lian Duel, what's wrong?"

Lian Jue picked up the brush again and said: "Look at this brush, the ink has not dried yet, the tip of the pen is forked, and the words on this small picture are all written by Mu Zi'an with the fork of the brush." ”

I got closer to take a look, and sure enough, the fork of the brush is very weird, generally speaking, the tip of the brush that has been used roughly, is very messy, but this brush is not, one of the thin forks, like the snake letter of the small snake, should be carefully pinched like this, but if you don't stare at the tip of the pen, you can't see it at all.

The calligraphy and paintings on this small human skin map were so small that they were not even prepared to examine them in detail at this moment, and they checked the other table legs and the bottom of the shelves, but found nothing.

Lian Duan said to Jiexin: "Let's go back, some of you are busy tonight." ”

Jue Xin nodded, and together with Lian Duel, restored the things in Mu Zi'an's house to a bright red appearance, called back Lei Shunyun, and returned to the drifter's house together.