The white cloth wrap is spread out, but there is only one thing in it, okay?

My dad was still ashamed to say in his suicide note that he had left me a few things?

What is this? What is it?

No, it should be said that it is a pair of broken boots.

I was unwilling, and I also had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

And so on –

By the faint moonlight and the light of the window, I suddenly felt as excited as if I had taken a hormone.

The torn boots on the white cloth were the kind of boots worn by the ancients, with the tips upturned.

That's right, although I don't know which dynasty it is, but I'm sure that these are definitely the boots that only ancient people wrecked, and they are the kind of boots that only people of status can wear.

Why is it so sure, because when I was in junior high school, there was a school tour, and the place of the tour was an ancient museum.

And I saw these boots in that old museum.

I searched my mind for my absurd junior high school career, and finally searched in my mind for the pair of ancient boots I saw in the ancient museum.

In the Han Dynasty, sacrificial clothes wore 舄 [xì], swallow clothes wore 屦 (ju), went out wore 屐 (ji), and the upper court wore double-pointed upturned head square shoes (lv).

And the cloth boots in front of me are not ...... Isn't it the double-pointed head and square shoes worn by the ministers in the Han Dynasty?

This...... Is this the square suit worn by a great official in the last dynasty? or from the Han Dynasty?

Although I don't know much about history, this thing is a real thing from more than 2,000 years ago!

This is a serious antique.

My heart was pounding at this moment.

Although the shoes of these two sides are a little broken, and the cloth of the entire boot is also black, it can't stand the age of this guy for more than 2,000 years.

I couldn't help the excitement in my heart, and took a square shoe in my hand, this square shoe is very light in my hand, and for me, an antique blind, there is really nothing to see.

Carefully put the square shoes in my hand on the white cloth, this is something my father left me, this thing is related to the quality of life in the rest of my life, and it must be handled gently.

Carefully placing this square shoe, I picked up the second one.

When I picked up this second square shoe, I suddenly noticed a problem,

It's heavier, it's a bit heavier than the previous one, and I swear by God, it's definitely just a bit of a weight difference.

"Could it be that there's something stuffed in this square shoe?"

A instinctive instinct made me take this square shoe in my hand and pour it up.

With the cuff down and the tip up, I started shaking the square shoe like a dice.

In a jolt of my whack, something jingled and fell to the ground.

I held back the excitement in my heart and looked at the thing on the ground, but I was dumbfounded when I saw the thing that fell out of the boxy shoes.

What the is this? A rusty piece of broken copper? The shape of this piece of broken copper is so strange.

How to describe it?

It's like a copper coin with a saw on it, but the blade surface of the saw is flat.

What is this thing? I've never seen it? I didn't even have it in the ancient museums I went to in junior high school.

Not only does it look strange, but it's also covered in rust.

Although, I hate this rusty broken copper piece, but how to say that this is also something more than 2,000 years ago, put it away first.

Picked up the rotten copper piece and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

Reluctantly, I shook the square again for a while, and nothing fell out of the cuff of the boot again.

Turning the cuff of the boot up again, I held the square shoe in both hands and gently placed it on the white cloth.

Just as I was about to tie up the white cloth, in the faint moonlight I suddenly saw a thin, thin piece of something sticking to the cuff of the square shoe I had put down earlier.

It's not that I'm a chicken thief, it's that this thing sticking to the cuff of the boot is a little too obvious.

It's obvious that it's too incompatible with this black mother's coo-dong square shoes.

This thing on the cuff of the boot is very thin and the color is weird, weird like ...... It's the same color as the skin on my arm.

Yellow is black, black is red!

Intrigued, I reached out and pinched the weird-colored thing.

This weirdly colored thing is really thin, and it's a little cool on the fingers.

Much like a piece of skin.

I pinched the corner of the "yellow skin", and I didn't use any force at all, and this "yellow skin" was pulled out by me from the square Rizla.

Why Zila?

Because this "yellow skin" is attached to the inside of the boot, like the sound of peeling the skin.

I did pull out the "yellow skin" inside my boots, but at this moment, I began to suddenly break out in a cold sweat.

Not only did the cold sweat flow, but the hairs all over my body stood up all at once.

Goosebumps crawled all over both of my arms at once.

I shuddered with my hands, and I couldn't bear to throw this thing away from my hands.

It's cool to the touch and a little soft.

It's not the skin of leather shoes and clothes, it's the real skin of the skin.

Is this color different from the color of my skin?

There is no difference between Mao!

Human skin, I'm sure it's definitely a human skin.

And on this human skin, Hu Qibala's is also scribbled with a dense pattern that I haven't seen since I was a child.

These patterns are as big as gnats, and these patterns are all red to black.

Blood!

The first thing that comes to mind is blood.

A human skin with strange patterns painted in blood?

And these blood-painted patterns are all tadpole-shaped at first glance.

Which dynasty's text is this?

I have seen the writing of the Han Dynasty in the ancient museum, and the painting on this human skin is absolutely not the writing of the Han Dynasty.

Although I was scared, I couldn't help but look at the human skin in my hand.

The human skin in my hand is close to an irregular rectangle, as if it had been torn from a person's back.

And the weird red letters on this back skin, which are close to the shape of tadpoles, are what scare me the most.

Densely packed, like a swarm of paired ants crawling on a person.

I couldn't help but stare at the swarm of "ants", and I saw and saw these weird red characters slowly wriggling on this human skin.

Their bodies squirmed on human skin, as if they were about to ...... the next moment You're going to crawl out of this human skin.

They squirmed their red bodies and crawled into my eyes......

"Ahh

I suddenly let out a loud cry and bounced off the ground.

Like a louse, I shook my head desperately and rubbed my eyes with my arms.

At that moment, I really saw it, and I saw the blood words in this human skin crawling into my eyes, this is not some bullshit hallucination, it is true.

My head was shaken by me for a while, and my eyes were nauseous, and my eyes were rubbed by me.

Halfway up the mountain under the train track, an old kiln, a waning moon, a pair of official boots worn by Han Dynasty officials when they went to court, and there was a strangely shaped broken copper sheet hidden in the official boots, and a human skin painted with tadpole characters in blood.

What the hell did I go through that night? What the hell did my dad leave me with a bunch of?

Except for a pair of Han Dynasty official boots, what are the other two things?

Also, who were the ancients who wore these Han Dynasty official boots, and why did it hide these two broken things in the shoes?

And what scared me the most was that the tadpole text on the human skin actually got into my eyes.

Eye!

I suddenly had a wit, and I ran to the old kiln.

The old kiln had long been in shambles, and after a flurry of tossing, I finally found a broken mirror in a pile of broken wood.

Look in the mirror and look into the eyes in the mirror.

Except for a little red, my eyes don't seem to have changed much, and the color of the eyeballs is still black, and they haven't changed color.

It also gives me a little more peace of mind.

Don't want to sleep tonight, walk out of the old kiln, and carefully wrap the pair of Han Dynasty shoes.

The human skin was still lying quietly on the ground.