The Lost Tomb : Restart (The Sound Of Providence)

Chapter 9: God of Thunder's Coffin

The tomb was very hot, so I took off my rubber gloves and rubbed my face with a towel. I carefully examined the murals with my flashlight and felt the coolness in my heart begin to spread. The murals were coated in something like egg whites, which would prevent their oxidation and enable them to be seen clearly.

As I looked carefully, I saw that the old cracks on them were very obvious, meaning that these murals were much older than the tomb itself.

It was too difficult to tell what style they were, but my intuition was telling me that these murals were from the Song Dynasty. The paintings were done very skillfully and a cursory glance showed that they all depicted dark clouds and lightning strikes. But if I looked very carefully, I could see all kinds of thunder gods painted on the clouds covering the walls.

At the lower end of the mural, there were countless rocks, trees, and pavilions set up in the mountains. There were also a lot of little people in white robes who had their ears facing the pavilions in the mountains, as if they were listening to the thunder in the sky.

Fatty looked at the spirit tablets one by one and read the names on them, seemingly at a total loss [1]. "Mr. Naïve, this tomb is too small and looks so new. How can there be such beautiful murals here?" He asked me.

"If I've guessed correctly, these murals were taken from other tombs." I said faintly. The world had changed so much during the Republic that it was impossible for skilled painters like this to paint such decorations in a tomb.

Fatty had gotten it all wrong. This wasn't a big tomb, but the Yang family's own ancestral grave that was built during the Republic. When the Yang family's ancestors built this tomb, they cut the murals from other ancient tombs and stuck them in their own tomb for decoration.

I had seen some township entrepreneurs' aesthetics that were just like this. They wanted to express their own aesthetics, but the way they did it left people speechless.

This wall covered in murals was very precious, and the thunder gods were painted vividly and full of verve. I had heard Uncle Three say before that some grave robbers in Luoyang were very skilled in painting and calligraphy even though they looked like common villagers. They only washed their clothes once a year, but they knew how to read these kinds of paintings.

The Yang family may have been one of them.

I figured these murals were probably stolen from a Song Dynasty tomb, and the contents were actually related to listening to thunder. Yang Daguang's ancestors may have been exposed to listening to thunder very early, so Yang Daguang learned the mystery of thunder when he inherited the ancestral teachings. It was also possible that Yang Daguang saw these murals and discovered the mysteries in them when he was paying respects to his ancestors here, thus becoming interested in listening to thunder.

But why did these murals from a Song Dynasty tomb have contents related to listening to thunder? Whose tomb were they originally from? Why was the owner so interested in thunder?

I was finding it more and more interesting.

When I told Fatty my thoughts, he refused to accept it, "It's fucking impossible. If it's the Yang family's ancestral grave, then where are the coffins? Where are Uncle Yang, Great-Uncle Yang, and Great-Great-Uncle Yang? Why are there only these spirit tablets? There can't be so few fucking things here."

How would I know? I said to myself. "Maybe they're buried elsewhere and this is just the place to pay their respects. Maybe they all died in a tomb and their bones couldn't be found."

Fatty kicked the rotten offerings and said, "If that's the case, then why did Yang Daguang come back to pay his respects so piously? If the bodies aren't here, it doesn't matter where you go to worship. You can just take the tablets with you."