6 years ago, my head buzzed, and I remembered what Qiao'er said to me, "Your fourth uncle has lived here for 6 years" Qiao'er said 6 years, not 12 years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

My heart was full of incredulity, the dried corpse in front of me was my fourth uncle, but didn't my fourth uncle die on the mountain? How could he die in 12 households?

Could it be that the guy on the mountain is not my fourth uncle at all, but he lied to me, and my real fourth uncle actually died in 12 households.

I can't calm down for a long time with the small book left by the fourth uncle, there are still too many mysteries that can't be solved, what does this map represent, Khitan?

I put the map away, and was just about to get out of here, when suddenly I felt something under my feet, and a clicking sound sounded at my feet, which startled me a lot, and I saw the stone door slowly open behind me.

I stepped aside, warily watching the retreating stone door.

There is a mechanism inside the stone door, and the stone door slowly opens in half.

I cautiously walked towards the stone door, and the flashlight shone inside, and I was a little frightened that there was a skull of a slick human inside.

I was so frightened that I almost threw away my flashlight, and I kept taking two steps back behind me.

"Head, whose head will it be?" I thought to myself, and walked towards the head step by step.

The human head was very well placed, it was placed in a glass frame, and I glanced at the dried corpse on the ground, who put this human skull here, and it was so well placed, it was a mechanism and a glass frame.

In contrast, the dried corpse is placed very casually, basically wrapped in a white cloth and finished, in other words, the dried corpse is not as important as the skull of the person in front of him.

In order to find the truth, I had no choice but to go out and find something hard, and I slammed it towards the glass window, shattering it.

The human skull was carefully put away, and after a closer look, suddenly I saw a strange dimple in the human skull.

This strange dimple look, I seem to have seen it somewhere, thinking about it, I suddenly remembered, isn't this dimple the wooden sign given to me by the fourth grandfather?

I thought that the fourth grandfather gave me the wooden card to remind me, but I didn't expect that there would be such a role.

I took out the wooden plaque, I put the wooden plaque on the back of the human skull, and as soon as the wooden plaque was put into the back of the human skull, there was a snap, and the back of the human skull instantly split in half.

I took a deep breath and shone a flashlight inside, with a small note on the human skull.

I took the little note and felt like it was heavy.

As soon as I opened the small note, the small note immediately bounced open and turned into a palm-sized picture scroll, and I only felt unbelievable in my heart that a small note the size of a small finger could be bounced into a palm-sized picture scroll.

Whose masterpiece is this, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's ingenious.

I took a closer look at the scroll and saw that it was very long, and when I pulled it apart, it was half a meter long.

I admired more and more in my heart the person who made the scroll, which is divided into three volumes, the first half of which depicts a beautiful woman in a red costume and the middle half of which I see a golden mask.

At the sight of this mask, my heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and my face was full of shock.

This golden mask turned out to be the golden mask I got, and in order to prevent mistakes, I also took the golden mask I carried with me and looked at it, and sure enough, it was the same.

Looking further, I saw a cyan coffin, and in the coffin lay a woman, and this woman was wearing a golden mask, and it was impossible to see who this woman's face was, and this woman must have something to do with the golden mask.

When I finally looked at the end of the painting, there were four sentences left at the end of the painting, which looked like poetry, but it didn't match, and there was no taste of poetry.

"The golden mask has a human skin face, the bones of the beauty have been left for thousands of years, and there is nothing under the Khitan, only a smiling fox. ”

I can barely understand the first two sentences, there is nothing under the Khitan, only a smiling fox?

I don't understand what these two sentences mean.

But the fact that the painting is so well preserved and placed inside a human skull proves that the painting is absolutely important.

I put the painting away and walked slowly downstairs.

I remembered that the old man said to me that I couldn't go in on the third floor, and I couldn't help but snort coldly in my heart, the old man must be trying to up, the third floor is the safest place, and if I don't let me go, I will be played to death by paper people on the second and first floors.

Everyone wants to lie to me, but the old man doesn't know that there are high-ranking people by my side.

I slowly walked down the second floor, but before I could go down the second floor, I noticed this black coffin placed under the second floor.

There is a black-and-white photograph on the lid of this coffin, and this black-and-white photograph is me.

Seeing this picture made my nerves even more tense.

The big black coffin was placed at the top of the staircase, completely blocking my way.

Not to mention my photo, I was standing at the top of the staircase, and I was neither up nor down for a while.

With a snap, the lights on the first floor suddenly turned on, and a squeaky sound rang out on the first floor.

Then I saw a lot of people walking around on the first floor, and when I looked in front of me, the coffin that had been placed at the top of the staircase had mysteriously disappeared.

"It rains at night in Xiaoxiang, the fishing lights are dim, the guest dreams back, and the sound is heartbreaking. The lonely boat and the five watches are thousands of miles away, and it is a few tears from people......"

The singing of ancient words sounded on the first floor, I looked downstairs, and saw Qiao'er standing in the middle of the first floor, and there were many people sitting next to Qiao'er, staring at Qiao'er, clapping from time to time.

I know the bad thing, this must be the ghost singing of legends.

Looking down again, I saw Mo Yan sitting on a stool, his eyes fixed on Qiao'er.

I was shocked, Mo Yan couldn't go to listen to the ghost singing, from the fact that Qiao'er said that Mo Yan was a demon just now, it proves that Qiao'er's attitude towards Mo Yan is very unfriendly, maybe she is seducing Mo Yan to listen to the play, and her soul is mysterious.

I hurried down the stairs, and to my strange impression, the ghosts were walking around as if they didn't see me.

I didn't expect there to be so much here, but now that the things are in hand, I don't have to stay in the murderous mansion at all.

I walked over to Mo Yan's side and gently pulled Mo Yan's body.

Mo Yan didn't pay attention to me, as if I really didn't exist.

"Mo Yan!" I said, lowering my voice.

Mo Yan ignored me, still staring at Qiao'er in front of him.

I chuckled in my heart, knowing that it was over, Mo Yan must have been hooked.