Liang Yunshan heard Liang Zhen say again: "Uncle, after I discovered this secret back then, something happened soon after, does Uncle know the reason? Ziyou, Liang Jie, you all go down with Uncle." ”

Liang Yunshan looked at Liang Zhen and was shocked.

Liang Zhe and Liang Jie both stood beside Liang Yunshan.

They were also curious, too curious.

knew that Liang Zhen arranged this way to let them witness each other and hinder each other, but no one objected.

After going down two steps, Liang Yunshan felt a torch and a fire fold on the wall.

Liang Yunshan lit a torch.

By the light of the fire, Liang Zhe and Liang Jie saw that there were torches on the wall, and each of them took a torch, and then followed behind Liang Yunshan and walked down step by step.

I walked more than twenty steps and went down to the hall.

The hole seemed to be naturally formed, but it just happened to be under Mrs. Liang's bed. Two or three acres of land, you can faintly hear the sound of running water outside, and the wind comes in from many gaps, the ventilation is not bad, it is relatively dry, and the temperature is not high, it is a good place to preserve things naturally.

In the middle of the cave stood a cupboard, a table, and two chairs.

The trio's gaze lingered on the cabinet, table, and chair for a moment, and then, holding the torches aloof, looked around.

Suddenly—

"Someone!"

Liang Jie shouted, bounced, threw away the torch in his hand, and hugged Liang Yunshan with his left hand.

Liang Yunshan and Liang Zhe have both been on the battlefield, react faster than him, have greater courage than him, and quickly make a posture where the three of them face one direction respectively, Liang Yunshan asked: "Jie'er, what do you see?"

Although Liang Jie is not a bad hand, after all, he has never been on the battlefield, he has never seen a dead person, he trembles all over: "People, people, there are people ......"

Liang Yunshan held the torch and looked intently in the direction that Liang Jie was pointing, and sure enough, there was a person sitting on the ground with his head down.

Liang Yunshan shouted: "What person?!"

The man didn't move.

Liang Yunshan was about to ask again, but Liang Jie screamed again: "There is another one!"

Immediately afterwards, Liang Jie said in a trembling voice: "There is one more ...... Yes...... And one more ...... And one more ...... It should be, it should be a dead man......"

Liang Yunshan pushed Liang Jie away, walked forward with a torch, and looked at it, it was indeed a dead man. A dead man was seated, and several dead people were lying on the ground.

To be exact, it's just white bones in clothes.

There are ...... total Eight bones!

The three torches gathered together, and Liang Yunshan immediately recognized them.

These private individuals are women, because the hair is still there, the ornaments on the head are there, and the clothes are the clothes of the maids.

To be exact, it is the clothes of the first-class maid and the housekeeper's mother-in-law. For so many years, the clothes of the first- and second-class maids and housekeepers in the house have not changed their colors and styles.

Liang Yunshan and the three of them walked up, and they couldn't smell any smell at all, that is, these people had been dead for a long time, and their bodies were so rotten that only white bones remained.

Liang Zhe walked back to the table and chair, picked up a chair, and threw it at the white bone that was sitting with his head bowed.

The white bones "clicked" and fell to the ground, the bones had no support, and the head gurgled and swirled on the ground.

Liang Jie's eyes widened in horror as he looked at the collapsed white bones, trembling all over.

Liang Zhe picked up the leg of another chair and stabbed the white bone clothes with the chair, and tore them lightly, and the clothes were torn.

Liang Yunshan stood and watched Liang Zhe move around, unable to speak or move at all.

Liang Zhe tinkered for a while and said, "Uncle, in my opinion, the time when these people died is not the same, some have been forty or fifty years, and some have been twenty or thirty years. I can't tell you the specifics, but if you report to the official and ask someone to come, you will definitely be able to find out. ”

Liang Yunshan subconsciously immediately shouted: "You can't report to the official!"

The corners of Liang Zhe's lips tugged.

"What is this?" The chair in Liang Zhe's hand rubbed the hairpin on a white bone twice, "Yo, it's familiar!"

Liang Yunshan and Liang Jie both leaned over, Liang Jie's eyes were sharp, and he shouted: "Mother Luo has this on her head!"

This is a finely made double luan pattern gilt hairpin, the gold hairpin seems to be full of materials, and the shape is very fine, and the handwork is also first-class.

Liang Zhe tore off a piece of the corner of his clothes from his body, wrapped the golden hairpin with cloth, leaned in front of the torch and looked at it carefully, and said softly: "Cut autumn." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and the look on Liang Yunshan's face could no longer be described as shocked.

Liang Zhe pulled out a golden hairpin with a similar style from a white bone and read, "Thick winter." ”

Then, he pulled out a golden hairpin of a similar style from the third white bone and said, "Early summer." ”

Liang Zhe plucked six golden hairpins one after another, two of which were strong winter, two were cut in autumn, and two were early summer.

There are still two white bones left, one is dressed in the clothes of a mother-in-law, and the other is dressed in the clothes of a second-class maid, and the jewelry is simple, but I can't tell who it is.

Liang Zhe said: "In early summer, autumn cutting, and strong winter, I heard that they were all first-class maids around the old lady. ”

Liang Yunshan was silent.

Liang Zhe sneered, and walked to the table with a torch, and there was a thick layer of dust on the table, but there were traces of wiping in one of the places.

The fire was on the side, and it was easy to see the traces, apparently someone had been there recently.

Liang Yunshan also saw it.

He walked over slowly, stared at the empty table for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the one-man tall cabinet.

The cabinet is made of fine rosewood, not large, only the width of an adult man's palm, somewhat similar to a bookcase.

The cabinet door was closed, and I didn't know what was inside.

After pondering for a moment, Liang Yunshan gently pulled open the copper handle on the cabinet door.

Inside were pen, ink, paper, inkstones, a few pamphlets, and several sealed clay bottles.

Liang Yunshan took out a booklet and flipped through it, and on it was the handwriting of Mrs. Liang:

On the ninth day of the second month of the second month of the year of Bingzi, early summer.

On the thirteenth day of February in the year of Bingzi, the autumn is cut.

February 14 of the year of Bingzi, thick winter.

October 13 of the year of Xinsi, cut autumn, two.

October 14 of the year of Xinsi, thick winter, two.

The first day of the ninth month of the year of Wuxu.

The second day of the ninth month of the year of Wuxu.

September 15 of the year of Wuxu.

Liang Yunshan stared at the familiar handwriting, although it was only a few lines, he looked at it for a long time.

It's the year of Bingchen. In other words, the year of Bingzi is forty years ago, the year of Xin Si is thirty-five years ago, and the year of Wuxu is seventeen years ago.

Liang Yunshan was born in February of the year of Bingzi, Luo Meixiang was born in the year of Xinsi, and Zhao Wanniang died in the year of Wuxu, which means that when they were born or died, a maid or mother-in-law also died in this secret room.

After reading it, he went to look at the four neatly arranged clay bottles.

Liang Jie was like a puppet, following Liang Yunshan's line of sight to see the pottery bottle.

Liang Yunshan trembled his hands, put one of the pottery bottles on the table, and unscrewed the lid, which contained several red pills.

He poured one on the table, stared at it for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Hundred insects lose their hearts." ”

Liang Zhe wrapped the dusty pile of paper in a corner with cloth and placed it on the table. These papers have bright red emblems on them.

Liang Yunshan saw the emblem, and his pupils shrank: "Qifeng Dynasty!"

Liang Jie asked curiously: "Father, what is the Qifeng Dynasty?"

Liang Yunshan said slowly: "The Qifeng Dynasty has long been destroyed by my Great Zhou, and it has been more than sixty years. However, after the fall of the Qifeng Dynasty, the remnants of the evil did not disappear, and repeatedly provoked right and wrong, trying to rebuild. Among their remnants, there are some beautiful women who have become the families of Xibang officials and nobles, and they keep blowing the wind on their pillows, so over the years, Xibang and I have been at war non-stop. It can be described as a wolf's ambition, and a thief's heart is not dead!"