The body in this black wooden coffin should be one of the 34th generation of the Zhang family. Judging from some information on the epitaph, he should have been born in the middle of the Qing Dynasty and his name is Zhang Shengqing.

I won't go into details about my life, the core is the life span of this person. Judging from the records of the epitaph, this person lives in his 170s.

Longevity seems to be another feature of this family.

This man died in a fire and, at that time, the time was the most intense border conflict. This man died in the North Korean area and was taken back to the Zhang family's ancient building for burial by his tribe members.

This person's contribution to the entire family was written in his life. In addition to all kinds of strange rhetoric, the most mentioned two points are: the first point is his parents, who seem to be quite contributing, so he has innate advantages; the second point is that "there are countless tombs and many gains, so he can make a lot of profits by conquering the Zhu family."

With these two achievements, he was buried in the tomb of the man's building.

From this we can infer that the Zhang family had a relationship with the royal family at that time, and even did a lot of things for the royal family at that time. This can also explain why the Zhang family could spend every chaotic times and lasted their family for so long.

This is a bit like the mysterious family in many novels, who live in seclusion in the mountains all year round, guarding their own secrets that cannot be passed down, either martial arts, military tactics, or even magic. Then, when people observe the celestial phenomena at night every day, they will send a few people to join the world to make some vested interests.

Fortunately, there are so many people with the surname Zhang. There are some awesome people with the surname Zhang in every dynasty, otherwise I would definitely have more associations.

"I remember Master Zhang Tian. Could Master Zhang be a member of the Zhang family too?" said the fat man.

"I can't say it's all awesome." I said. Actually, what I care more about is the large amount of details in my life.

I have confirmed first that the Zhang family has been operating in northern China. Almost all the birthplaces and places of activity here are in northern China, close to North Korea, that is, near Changbai Mountain.

In ancient China, that place actually did not belong to the Central Plains, but was more controlled by ethnic minorities. The Zhang family was obviously a large Han family living among foreign tribes. To live in that kind of place, it can be seen how powerful its power is.

Secondly, I can basically be sure that there are many branches in the Zhang family, such as the branch where this person is located, called "Quspan Zhang". Although these families all belong to the Zhang family, because there are too many people, they form branches like the Eight Banners of the Manchu tribes. The Zhang family has five branches.

This person should have been buried after the ancient building was completed. At this time, I thought of the Chitute Tomb downstairs and realized that these hands might not be what I thought. Could it be that during the migration of the ancient building, there were too many corpses in the previous ancient building and the coffin could not be transported into the new ancient building, so some unimportant people used their hands instead and were buried in it?

Moreover, from the lines, I can see that the "chessboard Zhang" is a very important branch in the Zhang family. The reason is that "chessboard Zhang" is possessed by a Qilin. I can't see what this metaphor is like now, but I can vaguely guess the key.

After the epitaph, the fat man looked at me and pointed to the big black coffin next to me, meaning, should I open it and have a good time?

I looked at the coffin next to it. The black wooden coffin was made of wood like the ancient building, with three layers of black paint on it, which looked solemn and solemn. The fat man wiped off the dust on it with his hands. Because the time was too long, the black paint in many places cracked, revealing the old wood color.

My schoolmate's problem with the architecture department was a mistake - I realized another role of the bottom quicksand layer.

The groundwater system here is very rich, the inside of the mountain is very humid, and it has a very strong corrosion effect on the ancient wooden buildings. The quicksand layer we passed before was a moisture-proof layer that prevents water vapor from surging. I estimate that there is more than one layer of quicksand underground. Our feet can step on the stone slabs under the quicksand, and there may be quicksand under the stone slabs.

I looked at the coffin and felt that it had to be opened. Although I was still afraid of opening the coffin no matter how many times I experienced it, can I turn a blind eye to it now?

The Zhang family is inherited from the Northern School. The fat man said he should treat it with the etiquette of the Northern School. I thought to myself, it was actually the etiquette of the Northern School.

The Northern School of Tomb Raiders has been in decline for a long time. On the one hand, the tomb robbers are becoming more and more utilitarian and their equipment is becoming more and more advanced, and they have no intention of abide by these red tapes. On the other hand, the rules of the Northern School have made the inheritance less and less, unlike the Southern School who have no family status. As long as you and me, I will teach you everything for the final profit. Therefore, the skills of the Southern School have not only not been intermittent, but have been continuing to develop.

I asked the fat man how to do it. The fat man used his clothes as a broom to gather the dust in the room, making the dust fill. While coughing, he held a handful of dust to the southeast corner of the room and inserted a few cigarettes. He was about to lit it, but he found something wrong, so he asked me: "Naughty, what brand of your cigarette is from?"

"Yellow Crane Tower." I said.

"Come on, come on, change." The fat man asked me to go over my cigarette, "We can't let my ancestors smoke me for eight dollars a pack. We are the first time we are visiting, so we can't lose face for the boy."

He lit a cigarette and bowed to the corner of the wall: "This... we are friends with your Zhang Qiling. We are really not here to fight this time. We are... we are... we are... we are here to visit. After reading all the elders, that... we will make up for Xiao Zhang's homework. You also know that your children have poor memory. That, Xiao Zhang doesn't know where he went, so I plan to ask for a way. If you know, don't do anything, don't say anything. If you don't know, just keep it the same. This tribute, Amitabha, bald donkey, you dare to compete with me for the master."
Chapter completed!