"Not necessarily the ancestors of your family?" Zhou Yan said with his back to them.

When he spoke, even Junlai turned around involuntarily.

"What do you mean by this? It doesn't mean that it's not the ancestors of the Mo family who were buried here, right?"

"Not the ancestor of our family, who else can it be?" Mo You was unhappy: "Could it be your Zhou family?"

Zhou Yan turned over and looked at the stone statue thoughtfully: "You only know the total number of tombs where ancestors are buried, and you know that there is one missing, but who knows that the missing one is really your Mohist family? His ancestor? Who can say that the first person buried must be the ancestor of the Mo family?"

"The envoy of Ding is not saying that his inheritance may have been artificially obscured, so he can't remember anything about Guimenguan, then... your ancestors of the Mohist family, would not be able to fabricate a lie to lie and bury it. Is the person going down, the ancestor of the Mo family?"

History is handed down by our ancestors.

They say that history is black, history is black, and that history is white.

"What...what do you mean?" Feng Chenglin stood up and sat up: "If you say that, then let's...this will start from the beginning!"

Several people looked at me and I looked at you, and finally all sat up.

Ling Luoyu and Yan Ziyue slept on the other side, no one moved, they seemed to be still asleep.

As Zhou Yan greeted, several big men sat in a circle.

"I ask you, have you all seen the city we went down just now?"

Several people faced each other:

"I saw it."

"what happened?"

"Is there anything wrong with that city?"

Zhou Yan shook his head: "It's not wrong, but very wrong..."

"...What's wrong?" Feng Chenglin blinked, "The specifications are too small, or are... too big?"

"Young Master You, is the architectural style of that city the style of your Mo school?" Zhou Yan asked a very abrupt question.

Mo You was startled: "...No, it's not..."

"Neither does it belong to our Zhou family, nor does it belong to the Yan family!"

Jun Lai took a deep breath: "...what does this show?"

"You high human race, you may not understand the customs and habits of our human races. Generally speaking, after death, things are buried in accordance with the preferences and habits of the tomb owner before his life!"

Mo You and others woke up instantly:

"That city..."

"It's really not right!!"

As Zhou Yan said, it is very wrong.

"That kind of architectural style is incompatible with our Mo family. Although the Mo family has experienced many years, the architecture has also changed, but it is inseparable from its origin. No matter how it changes, the architectural pattern of our Mo family has not changed much. On the basis, some changes have been made!"

"This is where I suspect!" Zhou Yan drew a rough picture on the ground: "I have always done a little research on the architecture of the Mo family and the Yan family. Judging from the ancient books of the two families, they are not much the same. , But not much difference, but you have also seen the construction pattern of the city..."

He drew the two pictures side by side with charcoal, looking like a knife.

"Do you still think that the ancestors of the Mo family would be buried in such a strange place?"

Seeing that it was the burial place of the ancestors of the Mo family, he naturally chose the home he was most familiar with to bury him.

How could you prepare such a strange pattern for your home?