"What is a fairy fruit? Is it the same type as a pancake fruit?" I remembered a comic, which contains many fruits, and after eating it, I have superpowers. When I think of this, I feel strangely funny in my heart.

I looked at the fat man, and the fat man said, "I heard from my sisters. This guy is a very awesome lady. Once she went to a boss's house to 'delivery' and saw a box hanging in the boss' room. The boss didn't let him touch it, so he said it was a fairy fruit. She didn't understand, so the client asked her if she had read "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang". The monk Wuhua inside has never fallen to the ground since he was born, and has been sitting on the bed, meditating on the imperial carriage, just like the rootless water. This person has a very high Buddha nature and has never been touched from the world since he was born. Some things are the same. From the time he was made, they have never fallen to the ground. They are all hung up and preserved. The box containing this kind of treasure is called a fairy fruit. I just heard of it, and I didn't expect there were so many here."

"Is the fuck reliable?" I said, "I have also heard a story. In the past, eunuchs had a treasure room, and all the things cut from them were placed in a box and hung in the treasure room. This is the case. There are all kinds of boxes, and some big eunuchs' treasures and their own special rooms. I think this place is the treasure room."

"You mean, there are tens of thousands of ** hanging on the ceiling of the third floor of the Zhang family's ancient building? Damn, the aesthetic of this Zhang family's owner is so sexy. It is absolutely impossible!" As he said that, the fat man pulled out the submachine gun and said, "You find one, Fat Master, I will give you a hundred steps to wear the sun."

Seeing that he coughed, his face turned blue, I said, "Don't fucking a fucking fight, just beat him up."

The fat man pointed to a faraway person: "We must be stylish in doing things, look there, the smallest one." I didn't see clearly, but I saw him raise his hand and shoot him. A box hanging on the ceiling in the distance fell down, fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

We covered our mouths and noses and waited until the dust dissipated before we passed. The fat man picked it up. It was a wooden box, and the outside was very rotten. The fat man pried open it with an iron thorn and poured the things inside to the ground.

It was a dry hand with two very long fingers, but it was not the same as the one in the oil bottle.

The fat man looked at me and didn't say anything. The fat man stood up and immediately ejaculated a few more times. I opened the box and found that it was full of dry hands. Some of the hands were completely rotten, with a few bones, but it was obvious that there were problems with the fingers of these hands.

Moreover, some of the boxes that were made were new and some were old, and the ages were very different.

"The Zhang family's ** looks very distinctive." The fat man teased me, "You're good at this?"

"Get out of here." I cursed, looking at the top of my head, "This is a tezuka. These hands obviously have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and they are so many, and have different ages. Do you know how many Chinese people were buried back after they died overseas? "I paused, and looked at him and continued, "The bodies are too heavy and cannot be preserved, so they only brought back a part of them. I think these hands are probably the bodies of those people that have been damaged and cannot be buried. So I cut off one hand and buried here in this form."

"How come there are so many?"

"War." I said, "So many people must be because of a large number of fires or wars. Of course, it is not a big war, but since ancient times, large tomb robbers have their own arms, not only tomb robbers, but many local chaebols are armed. These people were very strong local armed forces during the war."

"Then do you remember the bodies we took out of the lake?" asked the fat man, "those who had no hands, had their hands cut off."

"These hands have obvious characteristics of the Zhang family. In addition to burying, there must be reasons for hiding their hands." I said, "It seems that the corpses we fished out from the lake are also Zhang family."

"Is it the Zhang family?" The fat man was a little confused, "It's too messy, what's going on?"

These hands aroused my strong curiosity. I couldn't wait to follow the footprints of the oil bottle and continue to explore forward, finding the next stairs. We climbed up.

Going further up this floor, I saw a lot of wood fences - this floor finally became normal. Like many towers, there were many compartments and corridors. We walked forward from the stairs and found that all compartments were closed with doors and black paper on the windows, so we couldn't see inside at all.

The fat man walked forward a few steps, looked for a room and pushed it, but found that it was locked. He wanted to kick it, but immediately remembered that the dust came, so he immediately shrank his feet back. We used clothes as fans to fan the dust on the door, and then the fat man poked a hole in the black window paper with an iron spike.

We peeked in. The room was pitch black and the flashlight was shining into the hole, but it couldn't see the whole picture. The fat man took out the homemade flare he had found from the dead before, and lit it and threw it into the hole.

The thing burned aluminum foil and illuminated the whole room. I realized that this thing was actually a large fire note, which was improved by this group of tomb robbers, and the working people were indeed clever. We put our eyes on them again and found that the room was not big, at most three square meters, with a large black wooden coffin inside.
Chapter completed!