Tuberculosis Rabbit didn't bother with the shock in Chen Yue's eyes, but rather proudly lead the way, eyes filled with pride as he introduced his own artworks.
Indeed, they were something to be proud of.
Every piece of art here was crafted by Tuberculosis Rabbit himself without any outside help, each infused with his painstaking efforts, all deserving of being passed down to future generations and displayed in a museum forever.
And it was Chen Yue's first time seeing the true face of what the historical books called an art gallery.
His mouth was almost always agape.
Just then—
Tuberculosis Rabbit, with a nostalgic look, pointed at a fox tail hanging on the wall and said, "This artwork is a prop, from a very long time ago. It was quite famous, although most people are not aware of it, but it had a significant reputation in Yancheng."
"During a great war long, long ago."
