"What about painting now!" Another man was anxious and asked anxiously.

As the boss, he reached out and patted him hard, "Speak quietly! Do you want to attract everyone here?"

"Brother, if the third brother throws that painting, how can we get rich?" The second brother was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He even picked up the pottery jar and shook it silly.

In fact, the jar was empty and could be seen at a glance, but when I thought about how much the painting might be worth, my second son was rushing his mind.

The boss was so distressed that he was so fucking.

He grabbed the second brother's collar and said, "Why don't you think about it quickly? Think clearly where the painting is placed. It depends on you whether we three brothers drink porridge or eat meat for the rest of our lives!"

They finally had such an opportunity to know what the painting represents and could sell it for a good price. As a result, there were too many people at that time, and they thought that they would steal it when there was no one here, but now the painting is gone.

"I'm really here." The third brother was really about to cry. He thought anxiously, and suddenly remembered, "Didn't Expert Mo bring a few people from the capital in the afternoon? Could it be that they took them away?"

"Are they also coming for the painting?" The boss was stunned and felt bad. "If they took the painting away, they would definitely not take it out again."

"Then let's go and steal!" The second brother said immediately: "Anyway, it's just stealing here. It's no difference when you go to those people to take it in your hands!"

"Will they live here tonight?" The boss also thought, "Hurry up and take a look. The three of us, the three of us, act separately, and each one is watching one!"

"Go away."

The three of them went out immediately again.

After Jiang Xiao and Meng Xinian went up, they found a place to drink water and have snacks, and by the way they talked about the fragments of the murals.

"If it weren't part of the tomb, it might be a burial object, or someone brought it down later and hid it in the tomb. But I looked at the fragments, at least about five or six pieces of the same size, and I haven't found them now." Chu Qingfeng was a little disappointed.

"Aren't you still digging the second floor? It may also be that you haven't dug out yet."

Meng Xinian looked at Chu Qingfeng, "Does Professor Chu want to stay?"

"At least we have to leave it to the second floor and dig it out, right? I want to see if I can find all the fragments of the remaining paintings. If I can find them and piece them out, what should be easier to study." Chu Qingfeng said.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help asking, "Actually, why is Professor Chu obsessed with checking the paints of those murals?"

"We have been treating those who have taken too much ASK medicine. There is one medicinal material. When I first treated Meng Mengguan and the others, I found it. It seems that it was the medicine you sent in?" Chu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Xiao, "You said those medicines are gone, but I found that the pigments in those murals contain the ingredients of that medicine."

Jiang Xiao and Meng Xinian were stunned at the same time.

"If I could find out that kind of medicine from the paints of the murals, would you say it was a major discovery? Do you think you should check it?"

Jiang Xiao was surprised.

When she heard Chu Qingfeng say this, she wanted to blurt out-

Then isn’t this mural a medicine painting?

Someone used magic brushes to draw medicine paintings before, right? Or painted on the wall! Where was that painted on the wall? For whom did it?
Chapter completed!