After all, they didn't get the information they wanted from this coffin. For the sake of the little brother, a few people closed the coffin lid and returned the same way.
Of course, the fat man scooped up all the burial objects...
Tsk, God knows who I will fight with when the time comes?
After that, several people opened several black wooden coffins in succession, including both men and women. Without exception, all of them contained bones missing their right palms.
During this period, without Hu Ming's need for too much explanation, Wu Xie and others had already learned some things about the Zhang family's past.
At this time, the four of them came to the door of a rather special room.
Unlike the previous door, this door is wide open.
Whether it is the interior space, decoration, etc., it is much more "luxurious" than other rooms.
Similarly, there is a coffin placed in the center of the room.
It's just that this coffin is a little different. The dark unknown wooden coffin is engraved with many golden patterns, highlighting the extraordinary identity of the owner in the coffin.
Until his death, he had given up coercing the four gates to seek the possible immortality of Anliang Lilou.
Seeing the relatively noble coffin, Wu Xie still didn't understand.
The reason why the Four Sects have no records of the bloodless descendants of Lord Zhang Xiaofo is very simple... because the old Four Sects hate me to the core.
"It was my father, Xie Lianlian, who did it."
"No...you can tell just by looking at the ground. There are no obvious footprints."
"Is this the Zhang family's last funeral?"
"It's wrong. It was my father who did it. He was so cowardly that I can describe my father's actions back then. He simply dug a hole in the sky. For what he did, my father was almost the enemy of the whole world."
"Calculate the time, Uncle Ming, I am the first person directly in charge who can take action against the secret that my father sent into it... Isn't the time difference short of arriving?"
"Father...is finally free."
"Well, at most half a month, at least in a month... everything will be settled, the bloodline left by Zhang Xiaofo and Yin Xinyue are the last ones."
Inside the room, the coffin of gold and black wood was covered with white dust that had accumulated for a long time.
"Zhang Jiagu must have had the heart to protect me secretly. The whole thing should have started long ago before the Western Queen's Motherland."
Hu Ming and Fatty asked blankly.
There is nothing that can absolutely be said. It can only be understood and conveyed. If it is said out loud, it will bring disaster to the world.
But the bloodline left behind by Mr. Zhang Xiaofo does not have that consciousness.
"But it's a pity that when the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is ahead!"
Fatty and Hu Ming were immediately shocked. They narrowed their eyes and looked at the coffin behind them in disbelief, fearing them like snakes and scorpions.
"Just like what he said...I poked a hole in the sky! Someone can forgive me."
That is, the silent Dahua pointed at the big characters under the coffin lid and explained in a loud voice.
Dahua looked at the shocked Hu Ming, smiled slightly, and revealed the secret of that year.
The first direct bloodline of Zhang Xiaofo and Yin Xinyue, and also one of the people directly involved in the whole thing. For the sake of An Liangli, Wu Xie is also bad, or Wu Ba Sheng, Xie Lianhuan will let me go for the time being.
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Having said that, the corner of Dahua's mouth opened into a smile that was completely in line with the character's sarcasm and self-deprecation.
"Zhang Qiling is a position and a nickname. Every patriarch of the Zhang family will inherit that ordinary name when he takes over the position of patriarch."
"Yes, you know what he means. Even if the matter is over, there is no room for untying the chain. As long as I die, few people will let me go."
"We sent a corpse and buried it in the deepest part of Zhang Yueshan Tower... There was only one reason for opening that coffin. It was Zhang Qiling's coffin!"
Although Mr. Zhang Xiaofo felt regretful in his later years and asked Zhang Jiagu to take care of the bad four gates and atone for my sins.
Wu Xie grinned.
"He just opened the coffin boards of his ancestors before riding on horseback for the funeral? His ancestors must have been so angry that they would jump out of the coffin and strangle him to death!"
"As for the funeral procession that Uncle Ming mentioned... Eighty years later, we buried a body back to the deepest part of Zhang Yueshan Tower."
This corpse... we, Xiao Yue, haven't been able to guess yet.
The fat man shouted in confusion.
"This is really a funeral, but a tomb robbery! Yes, decades later, the funeral is for the Zhang family... The funeral procession is the archaeological team that came there that year."
The young man couldn't read the text clearly yet, but he could barely make out the seven small words "Chosen as Zhang Qiling".
After all, Zhang Jiagu was loyal to Mr. Zhang Xiaofo and could not bear to see that scene.
"In the end, the body was dug out and finally hidden as a trump card for a comeback at the critical moment."
Dahua smiled slightly and sighed for the first time.
"What the hell? That guy Menyouping must have died a long time ago, right? What is the Menyouping you know? The little rice dumpling crawling out of the coffin?"
"It's... who did it?"
The most important thing is that birth, old age, illness and death are all human beings. Life lasts only 88,700 days. I, with or without Qilin blood, have finally reached the end of my life.
"Maybe it's a funeral, but that's a tomb robbery!" Hu took a look at the fat man and was sure.
If you think about it carelessly, Zhang Jiagu is also an unlucky guy with a sensitive identity. He can't decide between Simen and Zhang Xiaofo Ye. He can only watch the gaffe development indifferently.
"For so many years, my father has been secretly avoiding "my" pursuit, and at the same time constantly resisting, until the time when they went to the Queen Mother Kingdom of the West, the best time came."
"Why, brother and the others have been here too?"
The incense burners surrounding it were also covered with dust.
Wu Xie's face was indifferent and normal. The game at the lowest level should have started in a few months.
After saying that, Dahua looked at Hu Ming and Fatty and said wonderfully.
Hu Ming shook his head, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and was the first to walk in.
The fat man looked at it and asked curiously.
"Wait a minute... People from the Zhang family came to Zhang Yueshan Tower to pay their respects to the funeral. But... is it a coffin made of oil bottles?"
Just look at the corrosion marks on the door frame and the inconspicuous pry marks on the coffin. These are traces left at least decades later.
"Rising spirits does not mean removing the deceased's memorial tablet and transporting the coffin. The head of the Zhang family does not have the responsibility to welcome back the Zhang family members who died inside."
The shocking game that lasted for nearly half a century was finally over for him.
"You know, whether it is to change another face and disappear, or to be secretly executed... in short, for the sake of the predecessors, the cause that the two generations of grandfather and father fought for has finally been successful."
