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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1121
“A stone tablet?”

“Indeed. An ancient event of some sort had been painted onto it. Even after studying the stone tablet for quite some time, however, Xyion was only able to tell that it had something to do with a burial scene. He wasn’t able to understand the wording on the table at all, and after many years passed, he eventually lost interest in it. As a result, the tablet is now kept as an ancient art piece within my private room!” explained Master Ghost.

Another mural…?

Whenever Gerald heard about murals now, it always prompted his mind to recall what he had seen inside the ancient tomb.

As one would expect, ancient murals were usually filled with historic tales that reflected the people of the time’s social, political, economic, literary, artistic, and technological capabilities. Such murals could end up being vastly different according to the artists’ beliefs, customs, and also their aesthetic concepts.

These murals—that were usually drawn as long as rivers—were viewed extremely highly due to all the vivid and informative ancient scenes that the people of old drew with their descendants in mind. The fact that their heartfelt stories were told in such a different way only served to make the murals even more valuable.

Gerald had already seen how detailed these murals could get back when he was in the ancient tomb of the general god. He could still clearly remember all the drawings on the tomb that described things from the day the people had found the general god up till the day he was buried.

“Speaking of which, I later asked one of my old friends to come over and have a look at the tablet. From what he could tell, the burial method depicted on it was some sort of ocean burial!” added Ghost.

“Ocean burial?”

that, Gerald had a feeling that it could be related to the king of the

your interest, then by all means!” replied Master Ghost as

Master Ghost led Gerald to a small hill that was located behind the church’s backyard. On it, lay what seemed

and three meters wide. Its walls were made of marble and the room was mostly dark and empty save for a table in the middle with

closer inspection, six mossy and ancient-looking stone tablets could be seen arranged neatly within the room as well.

had offered to him—once Gerald stood right

wasn’t long before he noticed that the wording used on these tablets were similar to the ones he had seen back in the

the first mural for a while, Gerald suddenly froze. Shockingly, one of the scenes on the tablet

out on any key details, Gerald kept his eyes

the story—that the mural was trying to tell—began by showing that Halimark City used to only be a tiny fishing village that was inhabited

group of people—led by an old man dressed

the robed old man. That old man was undoubtedly the same

that Gerald would see him even

the old beggar had carried the lady in white’s coffin all