Chapter 485: The finale, the fairy fruit on the third floor of the ancient building

"What is a fairy fruit? Is it a type of pancake fruit?" I remembered a comic with a lot of fruits in it, and I had super powers when I ate it. I thought of this as a funny thing in my heart.
I looked at the fat man, and the fat man said, "I heard my sisters say this. This guy is a terrific young lady. Once she went to a boss's house to" take away "and saw that the boss's room was hanging A box, the boss refused to touch it, it was said to be a fairy fruit. She did n’t understand, the client asked her if she had watched "Legend of Chu Liuxiang", the flowerless monk in it had not fallen from the ground since she was born, she had been in bed, meditating On Luang driving, it is the same as the rootless water. This person has a very high Buddha nature and does not get red dust from birth. Some things are also the same. Since they were made, they have never landed on the ground. They are hung up and saved. The box holding this kind of treasure is called a fairy fruit. I just heard about it, but I did n’t expect there are so many here. "
"Are you reliable?" I said, "I have heard a story too. The eunuchs used to have a baby room, and everything cut from them would be put in a box and hung in This is also the case in the baby room. There are various boxes. Some of the eunuch's baby have their own special room. I think this place is the baby room. "
"You mean, there are tens of thousands of hanging from the ceiling of the third floor of Zhangjiagu Building? I'm leaning, this owner's aesthetic is so arrogant. Absolutely impossible!" The fat man pulled out the submachine gun, just said , "You look for one, fat man, I have a bright craft, give you a hundred steps to wear Yang."
I see him coughing, his face is almost green, and he said: "Don't your skin, just hit it."
The fat man pointed to one in the distance: "We have to do things well, look there, the smallest one." I didn't see clearly, I saw him raise a hand, a box hanging on the ceiling in the distance fell. And fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
We covered our mouth and nose and waited until the dust had dispersed. The fat man picked it up, it was a wooden box, and the outside was decaying quite badly. The fat man pryed it open with an iron thorn and poured the contents into the ground.
It was a dry hand with two strangely long fingers, but it was not the same as the stuffy oil bottle.
The fat man and I looked at each other and didn't speak. The fat man stood up and shot a few more immediately. I opened the box and found that all of them were dry hands. Some of the hands were completely rotten and they were a few bones, but I could see that there were problems with the fingers of these hands.
Moreover, some of the boxes that are knocked down are old and new, and they look very different from each other.
"The Zhang family's looks very special." The fat man teased me, "Are you good?"
"Roll the calf." I scolded, looking at the top of my head. "This is a Tezuka. These hands obviously have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and there are so many in number and different ages. You know that many Chinese were going to be buried after they died overseas. How did you come back to China? "I stopped for a moment and looked at him." The body is too heavy to be saved. They only brought back a part. I think these hands are probably those people's bodies that have been damaged. , Cannot be buried. So cut one hand and bury it in this form. "
"So why are there so many?"
"War." I said, "So many people must be because of a lot of fighting, or war. Of course it is not a war, but since ancient times, the large tomb robbers have their own armed forces, not only tomb robbers, but many chaebols in many places are armed. These people were very strong local armed forces during the war. "
"Then do you remember the corpse we pulled from the lake?" The fat man asked. "Those who have no hands are cut off."
"These hands have the obvious characteristics of the Zhang family. The reason why the hands are cut off, besides the burial, must also have a reason for hiding their identities." I said, "It seems that the body we took from the lake is also the Zhang family. . "
"Is it Zhang family?" The fat man murmured a little, "It's too messy, what the is going on?"
These hands aroused my strong curiosity. I can't wait to follow the footprints of the stuffy oil bottle and continue to explore forward, and found the next flight of stairs. We climbed up.
Going up this level, I saw a lot of wooden fences at once-this level finally became normal. Like many towers, there are many compartments and corridors. We moved forward from the staircase and found that all the compartments were closed and the windows were covered with black paper, so we couldn't see the inside at all.
The fat man walked forward a few steps, found a room and pushed it, and found that it was locked, and he wanted to kick when he lifted his foot, but immediately remembered that the dust was coming, and immediately retracted his foot. We used clothes as fans, fanned the dust off the door, and the fat man pierced a hole in the black window paper with iron thorns.
We peeped in. The room was dark, and the flashlight shot into the hole. The fat man took out the homemade flares he had found from the dead man, and flicked them into the hole.
The thing burned the aluminum foil and lit up the whole room at once. I realized that this thing is actually a large-scale fire fold, which has been improved by this group of tomb robbers, and the working people are really clever. When we put our eyes on it again, we found that the room was not large, at most three square meters, with a large black wood coffin inside.
The walls were covered with wooden signs full of words. I looked at the Chinese characters in small letters, which seemed to be of the epitaph type.
The fire light was dark within a minute, and the fat man flicked in again. He looked more closely and said, "I haven't ran away. This floor is the tomb. This slip should be all."
I estimated: this floor has at least two thousand square meters, this one is two to three square meters, that is to say, there are about 1,000 such rooms. There are probably a thousand coffins and a thousand dead people here.
"Is there so many people in the Zhang family?" Fatty said, "How big is this family."
I said: "The ancient chaebol family is very large. Have you ever seen" Dream of Red Mansions "? Do you know how many people there are in a grand view garden? There are only 450 people written by Cao Xueqin. The Genghis Khan family is estimated to have tens of thousands of people now. By the way, you and I may have the genes of the "golden family" at that time. The population of the royal family in Manqing is also quite large. In history, as long as a family can flourish for three generations, in the third generation, there are tens of thousands of people everywhere. This is not a problem. The family status is special, and the rise and fall are not affected by historical changes. I am afraid that the family is bigger. Those who can be divided into a small room here are probably very good people in their own family. Other seven cousins ​​and three cousins, all Hanging downstairs. "
The fat man said: "Good guys, it is due to the dementia of the younger generation, otherwise China will not be occupied by them."
"The third largest surname in China is the surname of Zhang." The fifth son of the Yellow Emperor, Qingyang, waved and watched the arc star, and began to make the bow vector, the bow is the main priest, and the ancestor is Zhang. "The Zhang family is not surprising." , "Have you smelled anything strange?"
In our discussion, a strong burnt smell came over, and the fat man smelled: "It's okay, just the smell of the flares just now."
I smelled wrong, this smell is very strong, and with the temperature, not like the smell of cold smoke. "Not right." Before I finished, I saw the light flashing in the room we just saw.
I looked around and I knew it was done. The incendiary bomb was dropped on the floor inside. The floor was made of wood. The temperature of the incendiary bomb was very high and the floor was burned up.
"You're in trouble on Gou Day." I said, "Quickly, kettle."
"It's okay, isn't it just a small fire?" Said the fat man, as he lifted the lid of the kettle, and took a sip and sprayed it into the hole. It's useless to spray a few sips. The water in the kettle is completely sprayed, but the fire is getting more and more prosperous.
The whole ancient building is made of wood. This is the middle floor. If it burns, the whole ancient building will be finished. "Now I admit that I was in trouble." The fat man said, looking at the beam above. Originally, as long as I kicked the door and threw a few feet, this small fire must have been extinguished, but I can almost be sure that the toxic powder for nearly a thousand years will kill us before the fire is extinguished.
"Using urine." I remembered a past that my uncle had told me before, "Do you have urine?"
"I lean, this is all powder. Who knows if I will burn my" little brother ". I have already sacrificed my lungs for the younger brother, I don't want to sacrifice that again."
"It's okay, you poke a hole in the upper part of the window, look at the upper part with your eyes, aim at the lower part, at least some powder is stained, and it will be fine to peel off the skin."
"So why don't you pee?"
"I didn't drink so much water." I scolded, "Come on, your bladder will be useless if you don't pee."
The fat man looked at me, looked at his trousers, and then looked at the fire inside. "Ah," he made up his mind with a sound: "Then squat down!"
I squatted down, and the fat man took off his pants, exposing his shorts, and then forced me over and stepped on my shoulder. Just listen to the fat man shouting, "Eat me on Dog Day ..."
I really didn't expect the fat man to be so heavy. When I came down, my collarbone made a clicking sound, which seemed to be broken. I couldn't bear his weight at all, and it fell over. Before the fat man's word "whip" was finished, it became "I lean", and the whole person fell on the wooden door. The whole wooden door was knocked down by him and fell to the ground.
The flame was obviously taken out in an instant. As soon as I saw something wrong, I immediately yelled, "Hold your breath."
Said that the two men immediately wrapped their heads in their clothes, covered their noses and noses, and protected their faces.
I had a hunch that the dust must have fallen down like snowflakes, but what I did not expect was that this time there was only some slight dust. I waited for a while with the fat man, and it felt strange to puff the dust off my hair.
"Is anyone cleaning here?" Said the fat man.
I shook my head: "Maybe it's because of the black paper used for the windows here. You see, the layers we have walked through before are all made of white window paper, and they are all rotten. The black paper here is still It ’s intact, and I thought it should have been specially treated.
I flicked the dust under my feet with my feet and found that the dust was also very thin and gray.
I twisted it carefully, and found that these are real dust, not dust.
I took a breath and it was relatively safe here. I thought I would be completely ruined, but it seems that empiricism still doesn't work.
Was thinking, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I found that my pants and the door we were overwhelmed with water. When I smelled it, I sighed a long way: "Fat, don't you stop the car on your dog's day, right?"
"I'm leaning. As soon as the gate of Laozi is released, you fell down. Can you be reliable? If you can hold on again, Laozi will run out of urine." The fat man lit a cigarette and patted himself. Trousers, "Lao Tzu's last time is all used to retract Lao Tzu's artifacts, otherwise it will fall down like this and get stuck in the door. I lean on it, and even the hardest guns have to be scrapped."
I said, "You first put things back in." While standing up and shaking the trousers, he flashed his flashlight and read the words on the wooden sign on the wall around the coffin.
The wooden sign is decaying quite badly. Judging from the text on the first few lines, I found this to be the introduction of this person's life. The text is all in ancient style.
I read it very quickly, and suddenly there was a trace of ecstasy in my heart. Although the things written above are not what I want to know, they are too valuable, and it seems that some core secrets of the Zhang family can be inferred from them.
Moreover, this secret is no longer speculated from various information. The life written on the epitaph can basically be determined to be 100% true.