When it came to serious matters, the sweet smile on Ruan Tang's face vanished completely the moment she stepped into the main room.

The sticky, sweet feeling in the yard just now seemed to have been invisibly severed by this threshold, separating them into two different worlds.

Yan Yu closed the door behind him with a soft creak, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

The air seemed to sink.

Without saying a word, he picked up the rough pottery pot on the table, poured Ruan Tang a cup of cool spiritual spring water, and pushed it to her side.

"grumble!"

A white shadow darted down from Yan Yu's shoulder and landed steadily in the center of the octagonal table.

The little white creature stood up, its two front paws solemnly tucked into its chest, its bushy tail taut behind it, and its pair of dark purple beady eyes scanning the two faces with a serious expression.

The way he was acting was as if he were about to preside over a top-level meeting that would decide the fate of the family.

Yan Yu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He sat down on the bench and closed his eyes.

The next second, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees, and the air became as heavy as lead, making it hard to breathe.

Startled by this imposing aura, the little white cat on the table suddenly collapsed uncontrollably, its ramrod-straight body slumping down.

Its fluffy body instantly flattened into a small pancake, its tail drooping limply on the table, leaving only its pair of dark purple eyes still staring intently, exuding a stubborn "I'm strong, I'm not a coward" attitude.

It only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Yan Yu exhaled a long breath, and the chilling pressure slowly dissipated.

He opened his eyes, and his pupils were frighteningly dark.

"This afternoon, Han Zhishan brought someone home."

"I heard him call that person Zhou Quan. I've seen him before at the scrap metal recycling station in the county town; that must be his identity outside."

Ruan Tang held the water glass, the cool glass against her warm fingertips, and listened quietly without saying a word.

"Zhou Quan gave Han Zhishan two hundred yuan and fifty jin of national grain coupons."

Yan Yu's lips curled into a smile, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes. "Han Zhishan gave Zhou Quan a hand-drawn map."

"A map?" Ruan Tang's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Hmm." Yan Yu leaned back lazily, stretching out his long legs, his posture casual, but his voice was cold. "I haven't seen Han Zhishan go up the mountain recently, and I didn't see him in the mental imprint either. No one else in his family has been up the mountain. He's a barefoot doctor, yet he draws this map quite skillfully. Interesting."

"Moreover, he also told Zhou Quan that he had personally inspected the two newly added locations, as well as the five locations previously determined by his father and grandfather, to ensure that everything was in order."

"Does that mean their family has been doing this since their ancestors?" Ruan Tang immediately thought of the eerie black aura. "By the way, is there something wrong with that picture?"

"No," Yan Yu answered readily. "This hand-drawn map, from what I observed, seems to be made of sheepskin, and it looks quite old. It's mostly depicting mountain ranges, drawn in a way that looks like scribbles. Zhou Quan glanced at it briefly and then put it away."

The problem isn't in the diagram.

And in the places marked on the map.

“I don’t think Han Zhishan is the main person involved in this map incident,” Yan Yu chuckled. “He was very excited after receiving the money, which I could clearly sense from the mental imprint. He felt he got a great deal by exchanging such a large sum of money for a worthless map. I guess he doesn’t know what’s behind this map.”

"Right now, he and his wife Wu Xiuhua are hiding in the house, examining those ten 'one-yuan bills' one by one under the oil lamp, afraid they might be fake."

This matter is more complex than I imagined.

It wasn't just Han Zhishan's greed that was exposed; behind him was a man named Zhou Quan, and even an organized force.