Zhili squatted in the middle of the hall, looking up to the northwest.
After more than twenty loud noises in a row, he waited and waited, but there was no loud noise again.
"I don't know who made the noise this time," Zhili said. "Could it be Senior Sister?"
The hall is brightly lit, and on the south side is a long wooden rack, like tea leaves, with baskets of dried medicinal materials hanging out to dry.
The old man walked slowly among them with his hands behind his back, picking up a few medicinal herbs from time to time and putting them under his nose to smell them.
Xia Zhaoxue is on the east side. There are large bookcases in front and behind him. These bookcases are half taller than Xia Zhaoxue, who is already tall enough.
After Zhili finished speaking, he looked at them and found that no one was paying attention to him.
After coming out of the secret passage, he followed his master through several large corridors, and then walked here unknowingly.
It could be seen that the master had also come here by mistake. After arriving, the master stopped to observe, walked around, looked around, looked around, and had no intention of continuing on his way.
I stayed there for more than an hour.
"Master," Zhili said, "Senior Sister may really need us."
The old man walked very slowly and nodded as if he had heard.
"Master~!" he said in a confused voice, "When are we going to find Senior Sister?"
The old man looked at him and finally said: "I'm here to pick her up, not to help her."
Xia Zhaoxue paused after hearing this, then raised his eyes from his book and looked at the old man.
"You don't even help your own disciple," Zhili said with a frown, "Master, you are so unkind."
As if the old man hadn't heard anything, he just walked to the long and wide wooden cabinet between the two wooden shelves. He raised his hand and picked up a square box of aqua bullets and ink from the neatly arranged brocade boxes and medicine bottles, opened it and put it to his nose.
The next time he took a sniff, his eyebrows changed drastically. He took the square box off and looked at it in surprise.
Zhili kept staring at the master's expression. When he saw his eyebrows raised, Zhili was greatly confused and asked, "What is it?"
After a while, the old man regained his composure, put the square box back to its original place, and said, "Nothing strange."
However, his body swayed obviously after he finished speaking.
There was a thump in Zhi Li's chest, and his back tensed up: "Master?"
The next moment, the old man suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
"Master!" He was frightened and ran away.
"Senior!" Xia Zhaoxue hurriedly put down the reading material in his hand and ran to the old man's side.
Zhili leaned down and was about to pick up the old man. The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of dark eyes were bright and sharp, staring at the young boy.
He fell back with an indistinct "Ah!" and sat on his butt on the ground.
"This is called being unkind." The old man said slowly, climbed up gracefully, and continued to look through the medicine.
Xia Zhaoxue was also frightened and did not react for a while.
"He scared me to death, my master scared me to death," Zhi Li shouted with weak legs, "Senior sister and second brother, please help me."
Xia Zhaoxue looked at the old man in confusion, then turned around and helped the frightened young boy up.
"Master, you have never been like this, what's wrong with you!" Zhili dusted himself off and shouted at the old man's back.
The old man didn't answer, and his figure had walked away.
"He really has never been like this," Zhili looked at Xia Zhaoxue and said, "My master is an extremely stable old man."
Xia Zhaoxue nodded and saw that he was fine, so he let go and left. However, Xia Zhaoxue himself still looked bad and had no energy at all.
Going back and picking up the book he had put down earlier, Xia Zhaoxue paused and looked up at where the old man was.
At that moment, his heart was beating fast and he didn't know what to do. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.
Sister, Xia Zhaoxue is laughing and laughing in his heart. The most important master in your life is also playful.
"I almost forgot," Zhili remained where he was, looking at Xia Zhaoxue and muttered, "This is also a man who doesn't like to talk."
He raised his hand to turn over the herbs in the bamboo sieve, turning over them boredly, while looking up in the direction where the master left.
Do you want to find out why his temperament changed so drastically?
Before he could make up his mind, he saw the master fiddling in the far corner, and then took out a big hammer as big as three heads.
Zhili widened his eyes and looked at the old man blankly.
Could this be a case of being possessed by evil spirits?
The old man weighed the hammer, which was very heavy. He turned around and raised his head, looking at the top of the stone chamber.
There are a total of twelve large pillars in the entire hall, four of which are larger than the other pillars and of the same quality.
The old man took the hammer and walked towards the nearest pillar.
He ran away and rushed to Xia Zhaoxue.
The old man raised his hand and touched the pillar, tapping his finger bones nearby. After circling half a circle, he stopped, stepped back half a step, and raised the hammer.
"Master, will it collapse?" Zhili shouted from a distance.
"This one doesn't work." The old man said, and he hit the stone pillar with the hammer very neatly, hitting it three times in a row without any pause.
From the crack in the stone pillar, gravel and sand fell. The old man threw away the hammer, took out the mask and gloves, and broke apart the mud.
The patter of footsteps sounded behind him, and Zhili ran over to look: "Master, what is it?"
"Rope." The old man pulled out a bundle of dirty hemp rope and threw it on the ground.
"Rope?" Zhili lowered his head and looked at the hemp rope tied into a ball.
The old man threw out two more bundles of hemp rope and threw them on the ground.
"There are still dead people," the old man added, groping with his arms inside.
"dead?"
"It's stuck together," the old man stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the hammer and stand to the right."
Zhi Li hurriedly picked it up, put it into the old man's hands with difficulty, and then hid on the right side of the old man.
After five more blows, the gravel fell even more, and a huge ball of mud fell from the stone pillar.
"A lot of dust..." Zhili waved his sleeves in front of him and covered his mouth and nose with one hand.
After a while, the dust finally dispersed, and Zhi Li took a quick look and saw a human face facing him in the mud. The face's mouth was wide open, and its expression was horrified and twisted into a ferocious look. He quickly turned his head away.
"How scary!" Zhi Li shouted.
The old man said: "Go get a pestle for pounding medicine."
"I'll go right away." Zhili responded, and ran away.
"Senior." Xia Zhaoxue came over and handed over a small bamboo basket, which contained a medicine pestle, bronze tweezers, scissors, pliers and other small items.
"Okay," the old man answered, "Thank you."
Xia Zhaoxue looked at the big mud in front of the old man and raised his eyebrows: "This is..."
"They should have been buried alive," the old man said. "There may be some in other pillars as well."
"It's too vicious." Xia Zhaoxue said.
"Not necessarily!" Zhili ran over holding a small medicine pestle. Seeing that the old man already had tools in his hand, he put the small medicine pestle down in the bamboo basket, stood up and said, "Senior sister and second brother, if it's Yi Shurong or Tao Lan,
Meng Jinci is in front of you, what should you do? If you are asked to chop them up Ling Chi, will you do it?"
Xia Zhaoxue paused slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Look," Zhili pointed at the mud on the ground, "What if they are also heinous villains? Rather than saying they are evil, we might as well say they are evil. This place is really evil!"
