It was a small tomb built in a corner, made of stone. While its size is of no significance, the dead body that was sleeping in the tomb belongs to the Qin clan.
This is what attracted Qin Wei's attention. After all, they have a family grave built behind the castle.
Then, why this man who could be considered his relative was sleeping here? And why is it full of dust as if no one came here to pay their respects?
"Was he, perhaps, exiled from the family?" The ten-year-old wondered.
He went near the tomb and started cleaning the stone slab with his handkerchief. It's not just out of gratitude or something. Qin Wei felt pity for the relative.
At first, he was cleaning it casually without much thought, hoping that the Bishop would return as quickly as possible.
But, as time passed, he saw some mysterious marking drawn on the stone slab and his curiosity increased.
For the following 15 minutes, the ten-year-old diligently cleaned up the stone slab until he saw the full picture.
