CHAPTER 541: CHAPTER 541: ARCH-ENEMY, COULD HE STILL NOT BE COMPLETELY DEAD?

"This is not the real history."

Zuzi’s lazy voice held a hint of cool detachment, "This painting has been altered."

In the scene, Fu Xi and Nuwa performed a fertility ritual, incredibly picturesque, making one blush.

This must be something that dead thing from the East Sea fantasized.

He would get a slap if he even touched her, yet he dreams of making humans with her?

With a wave of her hand, a fruit knife originally on the table appeared in Zuzi’s hand, and she gracefully swung it across the mural.

Neat and crisp. Like a divine miracle.

Gu Jingyan watched in disbelief as the beautifully carved stone wall was stripped of a thick layer as if the fruit knife sliced through iron like mud.

"Whoosh——" The plaster crumbled and fell all over the ground.

The once clear and complete mural disappeared before their eyes, leaving only a smooth, unmarked stone wall.

Gu Jingyan was dumbfounded, "You, you’re destroying cultural relics... art..."

Zuzi glanced at him indifferently, her red lips lightly curling, "The Ancestor is cleaning up trash."

Gu Jingyan choked, "..."

Bao Gucheng saw Gu Jingyan being silenced, his lips curved, naturally not missing the chance to stab, "Miss Zuzi did well, such vile paintings don’t deserve to be called cultural relics or art. Besides, they don’t even match historical facts. Some people are truly ignorant and conceited."

Gu Jingyan, "..."

Damn, if you’re so bold, why don’t you say it directly!

Bao Gucheng turned his face, raising an eyebrow, said blandly, "Mr. Gu, what do you think? Do you perhaps like such vile murals so much that you can’t let them go?"

Gu Jingyan, "..."

Hell, this man is the pinnacle of vixens, utterly cunning.

Zuzi gazed at the bare wall, considering who had constructed an Underground Palace identical to her ancient palace and altered her mural. Who could that person be?

Did they simply acquire ancient drawings that survived?

Or perhaps, her old enemy from the East Sea wasn’t really dead?

She pinched the string tied to Fu Xiqin on the little raven’s claws, "Did you say last time that you sensed the aura of your master?"

Fu Xiqin looked earnestly at Bao Gucheng, then at Gu Jingyan, flashed through its mind the sinister face of Nangong Mo, and licked his lips, "Ancestor, which one are you referring to?"

It worried if something was wrong with its eyesight and taste recently, afraid to make rash judgments.

After all, if they really had their master’s aura, the supreme Ancestor should be the first to sense it, right?

Zuzi replied coolly, "Talking about your toy’s one."

Fu Xiqin straightened up, "Really? Ancestor, you also think he’s the most suspicious, right? Why else would he call me a little thing, how does he plan to catch me, boohoo?"

Zuzi pondered, "This Underground Palace is his construction."

Fu Xiqin froze, "What does he intend?"

The little raven smacked it with a paw, "You dumb instrument, what’s got you so tense? Maybe that guy just built it using ancient drawings passed down, which your old East Sea thing must have drawn recklessly; what a disgrace, tsk tsk!"

"Hey, Brother Jin, you weren’t at the banquet that day, you don’t know how scary he was when he pinched me, I almost thought that was the master reincarnated!"

"Look at you all useless!"

"Ah, Jinjin, Brother Jin, someone’s pinching my butt, ah...!" Fu Xiqin jumped up, a cold sweat on its back.

The little raven spoke nonchalantly, "It’s Ancestor’s phone watch vibrating, Ancestor, Little Fish sent a message."