Yang Wang had always firmly believed that there were no ghosts or gods in this world. Any so-called disappearance was simply due to mechanisms that he was not aware of.
Such a large batch of treasure could not have been transported out without a sound, so the treasure must still be in Anping Village.
The trenches he dug were incredibly useful!
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced at him sideways, "Let's first take a look in the secret tunnel."
"Alright." Yang Wang waved his hand, and Hu Tian immediately came forward and handed him the brick, "Grandpa Emperor, this blood-stained brick is evidence enough."
Yang Wenxiao's gaze lingered on the brick for a moment and then nodded, "Hmm, let's look into the secret tunnel."
With that, he stood up.
Seeing this, Yang Ye signaled, and immediately a guard came forward carrying a simple palanquin.
Going up the mountain was one thing, the former emperor could manage.