"Looks like we found it."
Bai Zhu carried the Pope's head over to the stone wall.
The red dot on the map had stopped directly behind the wall.
But aside from an intact stone wall, there seemed to be no way in.
Bai Zhu raised a hand and knocked on the wall.
Thud.
A response came from behind the wall.
Thud.
The Pope's head hanging at his waist twitched, and the mycelium beneath its neck tightened.
Bai Zhu lowered his gaze and looked at it.
"Gao Mao is behind there?"
The Pope opened its mouth, but no sound came out.
Bai Zhu raised his hand.
Smack!
"Hey! I don't know!"
"If you don't know, what are you afraid of?"
"It's here! But I've never entered this area!"
Smack!
"Hey! I really never entered!"
Bai Zhu lowered his hand and did not slap it again.
That head had limited knowledge to begin with. Asking it about Zhang Ye and the ruins would not yield much.
Bai Zhu turned his attention back to the stone wall.
A large mural had been carved into the wall.
The workmanship was terrible.
Every figure was a stick figure.
After looking at it for a few moments, Bai Zhu raised his hand and burned away the nearby mycelium.
Flames swept across the wall. The mycelium shriveled into black clumps, revealing the patterns beneath.
"Zhang Ye really did inherit the principal's habits."
Bai Zhu stroked his chin.
"Wherever he went, he had to leave behind diaries and murals, terrified that people wouldn't know he built the place."
The Pope rolled its eyes toward the mural.
Bai Zhu grabbed it by the hair and lifted it before the wall.
"Can you understand it?"
The Pope stared at the mural for a moment.
"I can't."
Smack!
"Hey! I only