The appearance of the ink slab made Zhang Fei Xuan's pupils contract, revealing a trace of astonishment.
Song Yin picked up the two ink slabs and examined them closely. Both were black, but one was jet-black while the other was a dark greenish-black, each with a different shape.
The one that fell from the stone sculpture was square and upright. The pattern on it looked like text, which Song Yin could not understand, but he always felt it was trying to say something.
The ink slab that had fallen from the stone monument was oval-shaped, just like the monument itself, with patterns that resembled drawings.
From the side, it seemed to depict the birth of a baby, then growing up with cows and sheep as companions, followed by marriage and bearing children blessed with good fortune... It also seemed to be telling the story of her entire life.
"Mom! Grandpa!"
