This house looks like a shrine or a temple; inside, there's a small altar placed slantingly, its bronze lamp stand covered in patina, and cobwebs filling the corners. In the dim light, Wei Wuque was amazed to find intricate carvings on the altar, along with numerous tiny bronze figures.
Upon looking up again, he noticed murals on both sides. Although the paint had long chipped away, the dominant colors were still discernible: black, red, and gold. In the clouds and thunder patterns, an extraordinary scene unfolded with feathered men controlling soldiers, filled with the clamor of warhorses and weapons—it seemed like an extremely bloody battlefield painting.
"How are there words here?" Ruo Shu asked, puzzled.
Wei Wuque stepped up to look and discovered that on the column where Ruo Shu was standing, there was text and illustrations, "Is it... seal script?"
"Seal script?" Ruo Shu said, surprised.
