Tang Mo moved all these books back to her room. She had a feeling that these things were somehow related to the paintings on the walls.
Although she didn't know the exact meaning of the paintings, she knew the ancestors of Wuxi Village wouldn't have left behind something meaningless.
She had already asked Xiao Tao. Although the houses were built with wooden planks after the apocalypse, the paintings had been passed down by their ancestors.
Even though the people of Wuxi Village hadn't inherited the knowledge of the Zhou Yi and the Eight Diagrams, they still held the paintings in reverence, replicating all of them on their own houses.
They hoped that in this cruel world, their ancestors would bless them and keep them safe.
Just by reading the books, there was still a lot she couldn't understand, and now there was no one she could ask.
So, Tang Mo went online to research various materials, teaching herself bit by bit until she could barely grasp the basics.
