Speaking of this, a clear look of anger appeared on Zhang Guohao's face.

"Zhang is not talented, and he doesn't even mention the many Yanhuang antiques in his hand, but there are still dozens or hundreds of them. So at that time, none of us expected that because of a Yanhuang antique, we would be unaware of anything that would cause trouble."

"But who knew that at this moment, a group of fully armed locals suddenly attacked the manor and killed several of my brothers on the spot."

"They searched in the manor, but fortunately I had already transferred the silk painting documents before, but those people did not find the silk painting documents, and pressed me through their relationship and demanded that I hand over the silk painting documents."

At this moment, his expression had become extremely angry.

His eyes were open and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"I, Zhang Guohao, have been rising overseas for so many years. In business, I originally focused on peace as the most important thing. If the other party came to me through relationships from the beginning and asked me to transfer silk paintings, I might have to think about the gains and losses."

"But what I hate most in my life is being threatened, not to mention that they had beaten my brothers to death before. If I hand over the silk painting documents, I would still have the face."

"The most hateful thing is that those people not only want silk paintings and documents, but also are unwilling to pay any price. Not only can they not pay the funeral expenses, they actually want to make money and take them away for nothing, so I rejected their request on the spot."

"Then I spent a lot of money to find out the place where the group of people was settled, and asked Ah Hua to bring all his men to take revenge, and to take away their old lairs to avenge their previous grudges."

"Who ever thought that this time, not only did not eradicate the future troubles, but instead led out the backers behind the group. The Tuscan family spoke out and wanted to commit bloody revenge on us."

"In order to prevent, I had to buy a batch of weapons from Eastern Europe and met Mr. Lin on the way back. Alas, this is a blessing. If it weren't for Mr. Lin, we would probably have died long ago."

After saying this, Zhang Guohao sighed.

At this moment, a confused look appeared on Lin Yu's face.

From Zhang Guohao's words, he keenly noticed a loophole.

With the strength of the Tuscan family, a mere silk painting antique would never be such a big fight.

Those who came to sneak attack for the first time can be called elite and powerful people in the secular world.

Afterwards, the Tuscan patriarch even came in person.

If it were ordinary antiques, how could it be so important?

Moreover, this incident also involves the largest Western power, the Holy See.

No matter which angle you analyze it, it seems too much.

You should know that the Tuscan family has been ancient and has been a major European family since the Middle Ages.

What antiques have you seen in this kind of family?

How could it be possible to go through a lot of trouble for a silk painting document?

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

All doubts point to the same possibility.

That is, Zhang Guohao is lying.

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

A cold light bloomed in my eyes.

Zhang Guohao can choose not to say it, but he must never choose to deceive.

That cold light was so cold.

Wherever he passed, Zhang Guohao couldn't help but feel numb and even his breathing was suffocated.

"Mr. Lin, maybe you think I'm lying to you, but what Zhang said just now is absolutely nothing. I'm willing to use my life to guarantee it."

He knew that Lin Yu was suspicious and quickly promised with confidence.

Then, he seemed to remember something and added: "Some time ago, someone told me that for some reason, the people of the Holy See borrowed all the silk paintings from Mogao Grottoes in the British Museum."

After saying that, Zhang Guohao waved at Ah Hua.

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

After a while, he walked back into the living room from outside.

In my hand, there was a sandalwood box the size of a palm.

The surface is black and smooth, with a faint red color.

It is carved with Buddhist patterns and looks simple and simplicity.

"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 frowned slightly.

In his heart, he was still thinking about what he said just now.

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

Could it be that there are some secrets hidden in those silk paintings?

If Zhang Guohao said, the silk painting document must have a great deal.

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

But what is hidden in that small silk painting?

At this moment, he remained silent and gently squeezed his fingers.

Bang!

Sandalwood box, hooked by fingers.

A bright yellow silk painting is presented to you.

If you look closely, this silk painting should be of high-quality silk.

Although it has been a long time, the surface is still shining.

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

On top, a picture is embroidered with silk thread.

In the painting, a Buddha smiled at the corner of his mouth, and under him were groups of fierce evil ghosts.

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

"Sure enough to move is like the earth, deep and deep meditation, like a secret treasure, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

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

This Bodhisattva is very famous and is said to have made a great wish: if you don’t save all hell in one day, you will not become a Buddha in one day.

Looking at the scene described in the painting, it should be the picture of Ksitigarbha Pudu Ghost.

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

Moreover, based on the feel of the hand, Lin Yu has determined that the material of the silk painting is silk.

There is nothing suspicious about the contents of the paintings or the materials of silk paintings.

There seems to be no secret hidden inside...

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

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, 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 rang out, the silk painting shook slightly.

A series of light threads float on the surface, covering every inch of the silk painting, with both front and back.

The strands of silk threads were like golden threads, like patterns and embroidery, and were firmly covered on the silk painting.

Buzzing!

Lin Yu's palm trembled gently.

Straws of golden silk thread were quickly pulled out.

Beneath the golden surface, a new picture appeared.

I don’t know what to make this painting.

Holding it in your hand, it is as light as nothing, and the texture is even more delicate and skin-friendly.

The patterns in the painting are like ships or dragons, flying in a big river.

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

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

The material is neither gold nor stone, nor silk nor wood.

Hold it in your hand, a trace of coolness penetrates into your skin.

Even though Lin Yu was knowledgeable, he couldn't tell what material the silk painting was made of.

As for the patterns in the painting, there is nothing strange about it.
To be continued...