Hu Ming didn't show the slightest interest in these things that he already knew very well, and still looked at the ring marks with a slight frown.
Suddenly, Hu Ming pointed his fingers like a knife. Under the astonished eyes of several people, he used his two-finger cave-exploring technique. With lightning power, he aimed at the center of the ring and stabbed it with all his strength!
Click~!!.
There was a crisp sound of the wooden boards breaking, and Hu Ming's two fingers easily penetrated the coffin, opening a small, secret space.
This is a square space of about three inches.
Lying quietly inside is a small, exquisite and simple square seal.
Seeing this unusually familiar small ancient seal, Hu Ming's eyes widened instantly. He took out the little thing in disbelief and looked at it carefully.
Simple and vicissitudes of life, the ancient seal is engraved with two rows of eight small ancient seal characters - God's blessing, there are no taboos!!!
This thing is clearly the hair mound mark hanging on Hu Ming’s chest!
Subconsciously, Hu Ming covered his chest to confirm whether his hair mound mark was still there.
"The Zhang family is like a dog, and the Faqiu Tianguan is like a dog... Sure enough, history is always written by people. You can't not believe it, and you can't believe it all. Anyone who believes it completely is a fool!"
Hu Ming smiled expressionlessly, he probably understood.
The Faqiu Seal had already been destroyed by the Guanshan lineage during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty?
fart!
To put it bluntly, Hu Ming even believed that the Zhang family was one of the origins of China's ancient back-fighting industry!
The Zhang family members were good at stargazing, looking for dragons, and exploring caves with two fingers. Isn't this the standard equipment of Faqiu Tianguan?
Is it not difficult to understand that the orthodox Faqiu seal may have been controlled by the Zhang family after a certain era?
As for the one that was destroyed in the Guanshan lineage...
In the Ming Dynasty, when the Zhang family was still weak, was it difficult to treat the mere Guanshan Feng family like a monkey?
With the background of the Zhang family, is it difficult to create a Faqiu seal that can be faked? And is that really all that Faqiu seal is? What about the Yin and Yang seals?
Holding the Faqiu Seal with one hand and avoiding the gazes of several people, Hu Ming simply put it into his personal space without any intention of revealing this true history to anyone.
In any case, the initial Faqiu seal obtained from the system is genuine, and that is enough.
As for this second genuine Faqiu seal... Hu Ming hadn't figured out how to deal with it for a while.
After a while, Hu Ming and others slowly walked out of Zhang Ruitong's mourning hall.
As always, Fatty doesn't care that Zhang Ruitong is Zhang Qishan's grandfather. After all, Fatty is not from the Nine Sects and has no relationship with Zhang Qishan at all, right?
All the precious funerary objects under Zhang Ruitong's body went into the fat man's pocket.
At this time, the four of them were cautiously exploring the depths of this layer.
The looming, intermittent and strange footsteps sounded more and more frequently.
Even if Hu Ming didn't remind them, Wu Xie and the other two people subconsciously began to be vigilant. There was a huge danger that was approaching.
Deep in the corridor on this floor, the footprints traced by Hu Ming and his four men suddenly stopped, and there was no trace of any human habitation in front of them.
Hu Ming turned the light upward.
Sure enough, someone violently smashed a crack in the ceiling!
"Is it up there?"
Xiaohua looked at the dark crack and murmured.
"Well, that's where the sound comes from."
Hu Ming nodded slightly, plucked onions from a dry land, stood up from the ground, and jumped half of his body into a crack more than three meters high.
"Hugh~"
With the power of Night Eyes, Hu Ming could see clearly the situation above the crack without even needing the illumination of a light, and whistled slightly frivolously.
The uppermost floor is not actually a standard floor in an ancient building, but a special storage space similar to a secret room.
By visual inspection, it is about thirty square meters, and the surrounding shelves are filled with countless precious calligraphy and paintings.
Obviously, the Zhang family knew how overbearing the final defense measures of their ancient building were, and they were reluctant to have these precious things destroyed, so they specially built such a closed secret room to store these things.
And Huo Xiangu had long known the final defense measures of the Zhangjia Ancient Building, and had tried her best to obtain the architectural drawings of Shinglei, in order to find such a safe place to save lives.
But...
In the large space, the ground was covered with corpses.
Huo Xiangu's withered body lay quietly in a circle of people. The snow-white skin that was originally the standard feature of a Huo family woman was now covered with a layer of gray.
The corpse spots unique to the dead have already covered the body, which really can't be said to be aesthetically pleasing.
It seems that these people have been lingering here for a long time. Even through the gas mask, Hu Ming can still clearly smell the smell of feces and urine.
It sounds disgusting, but it is true. If you look closely, you will see that the clothes on the lower bodies of these dead people are already dirty and messy, making it difficult to see.
Even Huo Xiangu is no exception...
What makes people feel most heartbroken is that all of these people have shriveled faces and bleeding from their orifices. Countless dark red blood stains gathered along the seven orifices and gathered at the soles of their feet, leaving behind dark red dried blood stains.
Coupled with the horrifying and desperate expressions on the dead people's faces, this place is simply a hell on earth.
Turning over and coming to the top, Hu Ming made a gesture to Wu Xie and the others below, took off his gas mask, and didn't mind being dirty, and sat down next to the "corpse" who was sitting cross-legged alone.
This is little brother.
"Tsk, if it weren't for the fact that my senses are astonishingly sharp and my hearing is beyond ordinary people, I would have thought that you would really be dead right here."
After lighting a cigarette, Hu Ming patted the motionless brother's body, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joked.
The little brother didn't react at all, he was motionless, as if he was really like a corpse.
But Hu Ming was keenly aware that there would be a weak bullying on the little brother's chest every tens of seconds, and at the same time, the sound of breathing could be heard in his ears.
If you look carefully, you will see a pair of exquisite silver bracelets on the wrists of both hands.
In the darkness, this pair of silver bracelets faintly exuded a strange and undetectable halo, rising and falling with the brother's unusually long breathing.
"...You are indeed here...you shouldn't have come in..."
"Hurry up...it's time...it's too late..."
"It... it's been fed... it's awake..."
Just when Wu Xie and the others climbed up on the ladder and the light filled the dark room, the brother's eyelids trembled slightly and his dry lips wriggled.
The little brother's voice was so weak that no one except Hu Ming could hear it.
