The fat man shook his head, illuminated the flashlight everywhere, and said, "If you can't hear clearly, it may be a mouse."

It turned out that the ceiling above the head was strange, particularly high, with countless boxes of large and small hangings on it, which made the scalp numb at first glance.

The boxes are of different sizes and shapes. They are densely packed with large pieces, at least tens of thousands, so I don’t know what to install.

But if you look carefully, you will find that these boxes are hanging in a regular manner and they vaguely form a complex chessboard.

"Damn, this... this seems to be a fairy fruit, there are so many?" the fat man exclaimed.

"What is a fairy fruit? Is it similar to a pancake fruit?" Wu Xie asked.

The fat man continued to look up at the boxes on the ceiling and said, "I heard from a sister from a special profession that once she went to deliver (takeout) to the boss, and there was a box hanging in the boss' room, so she would never let her touch it, saying that it was a fairy fruit.

She didn't understand what she meant, so she continued to ask the boss. The boss asked her if she had seen Chu Liuxiang. The monk Wuhua inside was very similar to the fairy fruit. She never landed in the ground all her life, and she was in the bed and meditated on the imperial carriage, just like Wu and Water.

This monk Wuhua has a very high Buddha nature. He has never been infected with the world of the world since he was born, and later became a monk who has become a Taoist monk. The same is true for some things. From the moment they were made, they were hung up and preserved. The boxes containing such things were called immortal fruits. I have only heard of them, and I have never seen them before. I didn’t expect that there were so many here.”

Wu Xie: "Is your statement reliable? I heard that the things cut from the eunuch in the past were also packed in boxes and hung in the room, called the Baby Room. Why do I feel like this room is a Baby Room?"

"Damn! If it's really like you said, then there are tens of thousands of pieces hanging on the roof of this building. This... the Zhang family's aesthetic view is too fucking, right?" The fat man opened his mouth and said astonished.

At this time, Chen Hao next to him had already taken out a soul-chasing knife and threw it at a big box above his head.

The Soul Chasing Knife hit the rope hanging on the box with a whoosh. The box immediately fell from mid-air. He flew forward and caught the box.

Then, he quickly pried open the lid of the box and looked inside, and saw that it was a white bone slap inside.

The slap was obviously a long time since it was left, and only bones were left, but the middle and index fingers of the slap were very long, obviously belonging to the Zhang family.

There was no way to tell from one, so Chen Hao used the soul-chasing sword to knock down several boxes. When he opened it, he found that there was a slap inside.

All of these slaps have the characteristics of the Zhang family. The middle finger and index finger are very long, but the degree of weathering is different. It can be inferred that it has been accumulated from generation to generation.

Seeing this, everyone suddenly realized that this was obviously a (Tezuka).

Wu Xie said: "This is obviously a tezuka. I remember that in ancient times, many people died in wars, but the bodies were too heavy to transport them back, so they cut off a part of the deceased and took them back for burial. Judging from the situation here, the Zhang family seemed to have continued this custom."

"I seem to have heard of your statement, but... why are there so many hands here?" the fat man asked.

"I speculate that it is either a war or a conflict with other armed forces, which will cause a large number of casualties. Of course, the scale of this kind of war is not large. Since ancient times, some powerful families have their own armed forces, and it is normal to have conflicts with another local warlord." Wu Xie said.

"Natural, macho man, do you still remember the bodies of the archaeological team we caught from the bottom of the lake? All of them were cut off. Do you think they were from the Zhang family too?" asked the fat man.

Both of them nodded. The bodies of the archaeological team members they caught from the bottom of the lake were indeed cut off their right hands. Now it seems that it is really possible that they are from the Zhang family.

Wu Xie speculated: "It's too messy, and I can't be sure if they are from the Zhang family. It's just that the person who killed the archaeological team was Panma, and he had no reason to cut off their right hand. Moreover, their right hand was intentionally cut off after death. Who were those people? What did they want to hide? We have no way to know about this."

These palms aroused Wu Xie's curiosity. He wanted to know what secret was hidden in it, so he quickly followed the messy footprints on the ground and found the invisible staircase entering the previous floor.

Because they swallowed the poison removal pill, the strong alkali powder could no longer cause any harm to them. Everyone took two steps and quickly climbed to the fourth floor of the ancient building.

When we arrived at the fourth floor of the ancient building, the first thing that everyone saw was a lot of fences surrounded by wood, with small compartments and corridors inside. This floor seemed to be relatively normal.

The three of them came to a small compartment at the entrance and pushed the door with their hands, but the door was locked and could not be pushed open.

"Why do these small rooms look like morgues?" the fat man muttered.

After saying that, he poked the paper on the window with his fingers, which was pitch black inside and could not see anything with a flashlight.

Chen Hao moved directly and kicked the door with a sharp kick. The door was suddenly slammed seven or eight meters away and hit the side.

The door fell to the ground, stirring up a large area of ​​dust. Wu Xie and Fatty subconsciously wrapped their heads with clothes, covered their mouths and noses, and waited for the dust to dissipate.

Chen Hao ignored the dust and quickly walked into the room to look at it. The room was very small, at most only about three square meters, with a coffin in the middle.

In addition, there are many small wooden signs hanging on the walls of the room, with some small Chinese characters engraved on them, as if they are engraved with epitaphs introducing the life of the tomb owner and the epitaphs of the birth and death process.

At this time, all the dust had dissipated, and the fat man and Wu Xie also walked in and looked at the things in the room with interest.

"There is a coffin, and I haven't run away. This floor is the tomb room." The fat man looked at the surrounding rooms again. "It seems that the rooms on this entire floor are all tomb rooms."

Wu Xie visually measured the area of ​​the entire floor and said, "This floor is about 3,000 square meters. Based on the size of this room, is there a thousand members of the Zhang family buried here?"

"Damn, are there so many people in the Zhang family? Then how big should their family be?" asked the fat man.
Chapter completed!