972 Don'st You Think That It Is Odd

After putting her life at risk, Nian Xiaomu suddenly understood Tan Bengbeng's words.

"Let the past be gone. It is more important to treasure the present!"

Nian Xiaomu pressed her lips together and sadly looked at the old yard in front of her.

"Young Master Han, the tramps have disappeared." The assistant reported after looking around the yard.

The whole yard was empty. There was not a single person in it.

There was an unsettling feeling lingering.

Yu Yuehan grabbed onto Nian Xiaomu's hand to ensure that she didn't leave his sight.

He brought her straight to the door of Tan Family's ancestral home.

The front door of the mansion looked exactly the same as the last time.

No one cleaned up. However, the number lock on the door still looked as good as new.

Nian Xiaomu checked it.

She did not remember wrongly, it was a six-digit password.

She was about to try to decipher the password from the kaleidoscope when Yu Yuehan suddenly grabbed her hand. "Hold on."

"What's wrong?"

Nian Xiaomu was stunned and looked back at him.

Yu Yuehan's expression was cold and there was an ominous glint in his eyes.

It was like he felt there was someone else in the yard and he scanned around.

He said softly.

"Don't you think that it is very odd?"

"Why?" Nian Xiaomu stared at the number lock in confusion.

"If the Tan Family's ancestral home had an obscure secret and someone placed it under surveillance. Why didn't he manage to get in?"

Nian Xiaomu pressed her lips together. "Maybe they can't get in without a password?"

Yu Yuehan glanced at the number lock and answered coldly, "With a six-digit number lock like this, if they tried all the number combinations, it would have been opened in a few years."

Not to mention that in this world, there was a profession called a locksmith.

Upon hearing that, Nian Xiaomu immediately withdrew her hand from the number lock.

She stumbled backward nervously.

"You are making me afraid. But, it makes sense. No matter who the mastermind behind this is, Mo Yongheng or Mo Qian, it is a simple task to get a locksmith to open it. There is no need to make things so complicated."

"Unless even locksmiths cannot open this lock." Yu Yuehan continued her sentence and walked up to check the number lock.

When he saw that the number lock seemed different from the usual ones, he frowned.

He asked the assistant to get a locksmith.

"Young Master Han, if you do not have the password for this lock, you shouldn't attempt to!" The old locksmith stumbled backward after examining the lock.

He said it with panic in his voice.

"What do you mean?" Yu Yuehan grabbed Nian Xiaomu and asked everyone to back off.

Then, he turned to look at the locksmith.

The old locksmith answered, "If a wrong password is keyed or someone attempts to disassemble it forcefully. This whole place will explode!"

Upon hearing that, everyone took several steps back.

They all stared at the Tan family's ancestral home in shock.

It looked like the tomb of the living dead.

"I cannot open this lock. I really can't…" The old locksmith picked up his tools and walked off.