The basement of the bungalow is not damp or dry, and has a good smell of books.

In the soft light of the basement, Zheng Fan stood on the escalator on the book wall, carefully examining the ancient books above.

"There are thousands of books in this basement, and some of them are ancient books, which is not my strong point!" Zheng Fan, who was wearing white gloves, pulled out an ancient book from the book wall, and his face showed a rare look of weakness.

Unlike before Shen Yan brought Zheng Fan over, at this time, there was no longer a staggered red light in the spacious basement space.

Zheng Fan didn't understand the reason for the disappearance of those thin red lines similar to anti-theft, but only guessed that it might be related to Shen Yan's annihilation of the world.

After flipping through a few pages of ancient books and looking at the jerky and difficult traditional regular script on them, Zheng Fan couldn't help but shake his head, realizing that this ancient book was from the Tang Dynasty, and briefly introduced the cultural environment at that time.

"It's completely useless, and I don't understand it very well!"

As soon as he thought that Xiao Yue might be able to help, Zheng Fan dispelled this idea.

Zheng Fan was not interested in antique cultural relics at all, he was in such a hurry to rush back to the big house because he wanted to find something related to the supernatural.

Because Zheng Fan didn't let Fang Xinran and Kang Menghu in, the spacious basement seemed quite quiet, except for the sound of him flipping through the book and the sound of the escalator moving, there was almost nothing to disturb.

"Moon Dragon!"

Zheng Fan, who is patient, almost reads through a book, although he doesn't understand it very well, but he can occasionally find one or two books that he is interested in.

At this time, the yellowed parchment book in Zheng Fan's hand seemed to be a guqin score, although the ancient score on it was difficult to understand, Zheng Fan still recognized the Yaoqin repertoire and Tang style tunes with some guesses.

"Although there is nothing about the supernatural, but this kind of guqin score is still quite interesting, if you have nothing to practice, you can cultivate your sentiments, not to mention, it also looks very noble." Zheng Fan looked at the score for a while, and his face showed a little immodest lust.

Gently throwing the guqin score to the ground, Zheng Fan immediately rummaged through the wall of the book again.

The time of night passed slowly, and because of the convenience of moving the escalator, Zheng Fan's figure appeared almost everywhere on the book wall.

"Damn, Shen Yan, a dead mother-in-law, is too capable of deceiving, what other supernatural ancient books, there are a lot of ancient books, but Mao hasn't found anything about supernatural things, or maybe I'm too tender for ancient texts to see the subtleties contained in them......" Annoyed Later, Zheng Fan couldn't help but be not very confident.

As the so-called ruler is short and long, Zheng Fan, who is familiar with the capital market, is really a little confused in the face of these ancient studies.

Rushing to the bungalow with anxiety and expectation, Zheng Fan almost didn't expect that it would be such a result.

"Manifest of All Souls!"

When he came to the lower right corner of the book wall and saw a thick book in English font, Zheng Fan was not too surprised, but just reached out to the book and wanted to take it out of the book wall.

Before that, Zheng Fan had even seen ancient books in Sanskrit, pictographic, and cuneiform scripts, and even the Wanling Huidian in the lower right corner of the book wall was not the only English classic.

"Click! Click! Click! ”

As Zheng Fan pulled out a part of the thick English canon from the book wall, a crisp sound sounded.

Although Zheng Fan, who realized the abnormality, gave up, he did not push the canon back to the book wall.

The large bluestone floor in the basement shook very slightly, and a large bluestone in the middle sank, revealing a square depression.

"Mechanism design?"

Zheng Fan left the book wall and came to the square recess, where he saw a small potted plant hidden inside, as well as a bright jade plaque.

"It's so hidden, it should be a good thing."

After the crunching sound of the mechanism stopped and confirmed that nothing had changed, Zheng Fan reached out to grab the small potted plant.

"Poof!"

Just when Zheng Fan just put his hand into the depression, the soil in the small potted plant suddenly surged up and covered his palm.

"What the hell ......?"

Zheng Fan, who was taken aback by the sudden change of the small potted plant, almost sat on the big bluestone ground.

However, Zheng Fan was horrified to find that the black mud gushing out of the potted plants seemed to be endless, and quickly wrapped his right hand in the depression.

This surprise is really extraordinary, Zheng Fan never thought that the danger in the secret room would be this seemingly inconspicuous little potted plant.

"What's going on?"

Although he didn't understand why the soil in the small potted plant was like living, Zheng Fan also realized the danger of being wrapped in black mud.

However, the black mud wrapped around Zheng Fan's right hand quickly became extremely viscous, and even if he sat down and pumped his hand, he still didn't get rid of the surging black mud.

"Buzz~~~"

Just as the black mud surged rapidly, engulfing Zheng Fan's entire right arm, his flesh and blood body had already begun to glow.

"Ugh! Yikes! Yikes! ”

The black mud that seemed to be sticky and wrapped around Zheng Fan's right arm could not cover the brilliance emitted by his right arm.

Zheng Fan was not too surprised by the fact that his flesh and blood body turned into a light body, and there had been such a change when Shen Yan made strange ripples on his body.

"I don't understand it, but it doesn't seem to be a good deal?"

Seeing that the black mud wrapped around his right arm began to slowly squirm and fade away, Zheng Fan not only did not feel hurt, but experienced the soft and sticky touch of the black mud.

When the black mud completely faded into the small potted plant and turned into seemingly ordinary soil, Zheng Fan even couldn't believe what had just happened.

Faintly realizing that if it weren't for his special body, Zheng Fan, who might have walked in front of the ghost gate, was a lot more unrestrained, and touched the small potted plant again and took it out of the big bluestone depression.

"Moving mud? If this wraps up everyone, even if there is no follow-up anomaly, it will have to suffocate people. Zheng Fan, who was sitting on the ground, brought the small potted plant to the front and sighed secretly in his heart.

For such strange things, Zheng Fan seems to be very uneducated, and only examines them with a vulgar eye.

Zheng Fan, who brought the small potted plant to the front, could clearly find at this time that this small pot without a lid had a round mouth the size of a palm, and the tank body was made of an inexplicable metal, with dense bizarre ancient texts on the surface, and the tank body was slightly curved, almost as high as his middle finger.

The reason why Zheng Fan sees it as a small potted plant is because in the soil of the jar, a small hard plant that is bare like a small cylindrical totem is planted.

The small bare cylinder planted in the soil is only two knuckles long, not only has no branches, but also no leaves, if it weren't for the fact that the small cylinder is green, Zheng Fan wouldn't even think of it as a plant.

"Except that the mud moves, it doesn't look abnormal!"

For strange things, Zheng Fan was not only ignorant, but also quite unscrupulous, and pulled the small cylinder out of the jar.

"Woo~~~"

The small cylinder that had been pulled away from the earth shook slightly, and the greenery soon became restrained, and the surface of the cylinder wrinkled as if it had dried up, turning into a very inconspicuous piece of dead wood.

"It's kind of interesting."

Seeing that the rhizome under the small cylinder was extremely short, Zheng Fan inserted it into the jar again without danger.

"Shhh Hiss! Hiss! ”

Nourished by the soil, the little cylinder came to life again, and the withering condition soon improved.

However, before the folds on the surface of the small cylinder could be fully stretched, Zheng Fan pulled it out of the soil of the jar again.

"It's useless!"

Finding that the soil in the jar was slightly wriggling, Zheng Fan grinned loudly.

The small red inexplicable metal jar, although it did not have any brilliance, but the basement was still dazzling, just because the piece did not take out the brilliant brilliance released by taking out the jade plate.

"If these two objects are hidden together and they don't affect each other, is there something wrong with each other?" Zheng Fan put the small jar aside, and with the mentality that it was just like that, he reached out and took out the jade plate.

"Buzz~~~"

Zheng Fan just grabbed the jade plate in his hand, and the entire basement seemed to fall into darkness in an instant.

"Dark?"

After a while, Zheng Fan's visual perception was adapted, and he was able to gradually see the situation in the basement clearly.

There was no change in the basement, and the reason why Zheng Fan's visual perception just now fell into darkness was because after he touched the jade plate, the dazzling brilliance emitted by the jade card instantly disappeared.

"It's not going to be useless just because I touched it, right?"

The soft light in the basement was still on, and with the help of the light, Zheng Fan first looked at his palm to confirm that he was not too buried, and then looked at the jade card in his palm.

At this moment, the jade plaque not only lost its brilliance, but also turned into a piece, like a black stone with layers of annual rings.

"Shen Yan is dead, Professor Chen is nowhere to be found, even if I get this thing, I can't determine its origin, this black stone plaque, you can wear a rope and hang it on your chest, but where to put the small potted plant, it is a pity that it is stolen by someone to take it back, or it is reckless and lost!" Seeing the small jar and stone plaque in front of him, Zheng Fan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

As for the withered columella that was one finger thick and two knuckles high, Zheng Fan didn't count it.

"The thief doesn't go empty, let's get it back first, fortunately, these two things are not big, even if they are in their arms, they are not so obvious." Zheng Fan, who didn't have a good way, got up with a mutter, and put the two items together with the withered small column in the triangular pocket that had been prepared earlier.

Before coming, Zheng Fan thought that if he got some good things, he would be able to have strange means like Shen Yan, but the reality was a little different from his imagination.

The basement, a mix of European and classical styles, has no windows, but a mahogany desk.

"If I have a satisfactory place to live in the future, I can get a study with a similar style." Zheng Fan, who came to the front of the desk, inadvertently rotated the globe above.

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