This floor is completely different from the previous floors. There are many compartments and corridors here.
From the corridor, all the rooms had their doors and windows closed, and even the windows were covered with black, completely opaque paper, making it impossible to see in from the outside.
After the dust raised by the push of the door settled, Hu Ming and the others walked in.
It is worth mentioning that the door to the room next to the corridor was obviously damaged by being violently opened with a crowbar.
Judging from the traces, they are still very new. They probably happened a few days ago. They were definitely left by the little brother and his group.
This was also the reason why several people pushed in the door without confirming the situation inside.
The room was not big, only three square meters at most, with simple decoration, and a black wooden coffin placed in the center.
The surrounding walls are covered with wooden plaques filled with writings. They are ancient. If you look closely, you will see that the writings on them are all small Chinese characters similar to epitaphs.
"The one riding on the horse is the mourning hall, right... So, with so many rooms on this floor, aren't they all the mourning halls where coffins are placed?~"
"It's really just as you said, Uncle Ming, people and corpses live together. What's wrong with this family..."
The fat man looked at the black wooden coffin and grinned.
"Because... fresh corpses with not yet exhausted blood can protect the safety of the living Zhang family members."
Hu Ming, who was carefully looking at the life of the tomb owner recorded on the wooden sign on the wall that had not yet completely rotted, smiled softly when he heard this and said quietly.
The voice was extremely low, Hu Ming only spoke for himself.
Hu Ming still remembered what the ghostly figure said to Wu Xie in the original work.
Enough people have died in the Zhang Family Ancient Building. If someone dies in it again, the things inside will be fed!
Although I didn't mention what this thing was until the end, it left people confused.
But after setting foot in the Zhangjia Ancient Building, Hu Ming's intuition started to sound like crazy as he went deeper. Coupled with the exploration of the human body sonar system, Hu Ming had determined some things.
If the arrangement of the Zhang family is followed, the thing deep in the ancient building may indeed be able to fulfill the dream that the Zhang family has pursued for thousands of years in hundreds or thousands of years.
However, the worst thing is that during the "archaeology" of the Zhang family's ancient building, "his" people had already changed the deepest layout.
The archaeological event that year was essentially a secret funeral!
Some people want to replace it and seize the great creation that the Zhang family has spent thousands of years creating.
Unfortunately, under the influence of some external forces, the success fell short in the end.
But in that operation, those people had indeed destroyed the deepest layout. God knows what changes have taken place there over the years.
In short, at this point, Hu Ming has extremely confirmed that the Zhang Family Ancient Building... is a man-eating underground beast!
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"Uncle Ming, here are three cigarettes!"
While Hu Ming was deep in thought, Wu Xie and others were already circling the black wooden coffin. Wu Xie suddenly shouted to Hu Ming.
"What?"
Hu Ming didn't react for a while.
It seems that the three of them want to open the coffin and find out some secret rhythms of the Zhang family. However, if they open the coffin, why do they want to smoke?
Moreover, Xiaohua doesn’t smoke either!
Besides, if you take off your gas mask and smoke in a ghost place like this, you will die, right?
Once you accidentally inhale a mouthful of strong alkali dust, your entire lungs will be corroded!
"Hey, isn't this the hometown of Men You Ping? We are thinking that the master here is related to the little brother, so he should be given some face at least, right?"
"According to our rules for touching Captain Jin, we have to light a candle in the southeast corner and discuss with the owner of the coffin before opening the coffin. Isn't it because we don't have the conditions? We can make ends meet with cigarettes."
The fat man took out a brand new "gold-touching talisman" from his chest and said shamelessly.
Don’t think about it, this is still a fake!
The gold-touching talisman that the fat man originally wore had already been burned in order to escape the difficulties when he was in the golden room of Yunding Tiangong.
"If you touch Captain Jin with a hammer, you are a fake!"
"Also, Wu Xie Xiaohua is from the Northern School and never pays attention to this. I am a Qiu Tianguan, and there are no taboos. Do you understand? Who is going to play with you?"
Hu Ming rolled his eyes, took a step forward, latched onto the black wooden coffin lid with his claws, and used force with both arms to lift the coffin lid, which weighed hundreds of kilograms.
"...If this little brother finds out and wants to fight you to the death, Fatty, I will never stop him."
The fat man twitched the corner of his mouth and complained.
It would be great fun if the person lying inside this coffin was my biological father.
"Brother, do you care about this? Also, take a closer look, what is this?"
"The coffin nails have been pulled out a long time ago, and there are signs of prying open the cracks in the coffin. Who do you think did this?"
Hu Ming sneered and pointed at the long nails buried in dust in the corner of the room and the fresh marks on the coffin.
Judging from the traces, they were definitely not left by the funeral procession back then, but were obviously traces left a few days ago.
"Okay, we are still being pretentious about our feelings. I didn't expect that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes from Men You Ping to be so rude to his ancestors. Why do we care so much?"
Wu Xie twitched the corner of his mouth, and sure enough, they were too pretentious.
This is good, at least I saved three cigarettes!
The corpses in the museum had long since rotted into bones. The pale bones missing the right palm clearly showed signs of being moved, but they were finally put back together as they were.
There is a circle of burial objects all around. There are only a few of them, and they are all exquisite small objects.
Presumably, in front of the younger brother, no matter how bold the Huo family members were, they would not be embarrassed to take away the funerary objects, which gave them an advantage.
The fat man rolled his eyes and grabbed a small dagger.
"Oh...it's really heavy. Wait, is this black gold? Is it the same material as Uncle Ming, you and my brother's swords?"
The outer shell of the dagger had already turned into a puddle of mud. The fat man put away the gem inlaid on the handle with a smile. He wiped the mud off the knife body and the fat man exclaimed in shock.
Under the light, the blade shines black and is extremely sharp. If you look closely, this strange black metal is clearly the material of Hu Ming and my brother's swords!
The palm-length black gold dagger is quite heavy, roughly estimated to be twenty or thirty kilograms!
"In ancient times, black gold was a very magical material. Its origin is unknown and its output is rare. We only know that the Zhang family has always controlled this strange metal."
"It's most likely an alien object from the sky."
"The forging process of the black gold sword is the unique secret skill of the Zhang family. Of course, my sword has another origin."
Hu Ming nodded in response. It was heavy and tough. This special metal was not suitable for forging cold weapons.
