Ye Huang suddenly remembered something his brother had told him four years ago, "Our motherland is vast and rich in treasures, and there are plenty of them. When the opportunity arises, brother will take you to see them!"
He suddenly sat upright, startling Ah Hu in the passenger seat, who asked, "Young Master Ye, what should we…"
"It's nothing, heading home." Ye Huang leaned back in his seat, trying hard to remember.
Four years ago, he was nineteen years old, still attending university. Ye Li had already become their father's capable assistant. He often went out, leading a group of people through life-and-death situations.
Ye Li knew about the treasure, was it the one in his hands?
Ye Huang lowered his eyes, looking at the yellowed hand-drawn lambskin map.
Could the disaster from three years ago be related to this map?
Once the idea took root, it grew like a seed sprouting. The more Ye Huang thought about it, the more horrified he felt, a cold sweat covering his body.
