This was a piece of sheepskin with half a mountain drawn on it. Looking at the incomplete image, then at the ragged edges where two adjacent sides of the sheepskin scroll had been torn away, he knew it was only one part of something larger. Zhang Xiaohua first studied the drawing carefully, but could not make out any clue. Then he turned the entire sheepskin over and examined every inch of it, yet found nothing unusual.
"Strange. What is this? A treasure map? A will? Or an ink painting?"
Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself, then immediately brought out his ever-reliable weapon, his divine sense. Yet no fluctuations came from the sheepskin. It truly was nothing more than an ordinary piece of sheepskin.
Zhang Xiaohua had considered tucking it into his own robes, but when he saw the big man's face, pale from soaking, and the large hand clutching his shirt over his chest so tightly that the knuckles had turned white, he still let out a sigh. A person ought to have principles. Even at death's door, this man had gripped his lapel with all his strength. It must have been something extremely important. If he could find any useful clues on him, Zhang Xiaohua would not mind helping return this important item and fulfill the man's final wish. But since he did not know the purpose of this sheepskin, then it would be better to let it sleep forever alongside the big man.
In any case, the image had already been imprinted in his mind. Whether he kept the sheepskin scroll or not made little difference.
"Mm, I didn't mean to look at it, hero. I only wanted to help fulfill your last wish. Down in the underworld, you ought to rest easy and thank me properly."
Having decided,