Picking up the diary, Zhang Jue subconsciously flipped it at random, and was suddenly stunned, closed the diary, and looked up at the sky.

Squatted down, took out his mobile phone to call up the function of the flashlight, and muttered, "I hope it's not me who is dazzled." ”

At that moment, it was as if he had seen an important picture.

'Wow~'

Turning the pages gently, Zhang Jue's breathing became short, and the tension was incomparable.

The zombie standing behind him looked at Zhang Jue expressionlessly, and suddenly burst out without warning, and slashed at the back of Zhang Jue's head with a fierce claw.

Zhang Jue, who was nervously looking at the diary, didn't seem to notice it at all, but the next second that claw arrived, he suddenly turned his head and dodged such a blow. Turning around, it was a punch, this punch was mixed with a faint fluorescence, and at a cursory glance, it felt like his hands were all light.

'Bang. ’

With a muffled sound, the zombie flew out upside down, Zhang Jue withdrew his hand and squatted on the ground to watch the diary seriously, and said lightly: "Get out." Don't bother me. ”

With a fluttering punch, Zhang Jue Gujing did not wave, but the zombie was miserable now.

Such a punch made him convulse on the ground constantly, and he couldn't get up for a long time. Looks like he's going to die.

The punch hit the nose right on, and black blood kept flowing out, crawling down the tattered skin, and maggots crawling out.

The nose is directly knocked out, and without the nose, he is equivalent to a blind man. I can't smell the breath of the living anymore.

How can you compete with the power of love in the world? This is merit!

Zhang Jue frowned, he was already about to turn to the end, why hadn't what he saw just now appeared?

'Wow~'

Turn another page, and the picture appears again without warning.

It's not a picture, it's a photograph, it's black and white, some yellowed, glued to this page of the diary.

There is also a large section of Japanese text under the photo, which is very sloppy.

Zhang Jue looked at this photo and gasped. Constantly gritting his teeth and loosening his mouth, his mood is chaotic.

But just because this photo is not something else, but a captured scene.

Four or five Japanese soldiers with gloves. Lying on top of a statue, he shoved a sword inside.

That god statue is a statue of the Bodhisattva King of Jizo, and that sword is a gentleman's sword......

"Governor Ouyang's gentleman's sword, was put in by this group of Japanese soldiers? Why did they put the gentleman's sword in the statue of King Jizo Bodhisattva? How did they get the Gentleman's Sword? This is something that my ancestors said. ”

Zhang Jue muttered. Full of question marks. But he secretly exclaimed in his heart, his hunch is now more and more accurate, leaving this zombie to follow him back to the lair, it is really a big opportunity, and it is really to solve the mystery in his heart.

How could Governor Ouyang have a gentleman's sword, he has been bothering himself for a long time.

Today, I finally solved a clue, and the feelings were put in by this group of Japanese soldiers.

Looking at the other backgrounds in the photo, Zhang Jue carefully observed that there were words in the upper right corner of the photo. It is a temple behind the seat of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and this temple is only illuminated in a corner. It happened to be the first word of the plaque in the main hall, and this word was 'big'

Seeing this big word, Zhang Jue was very disappointed, this is not a clue.

If you don't guess wrong, there are three words after this big word, this is the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The name of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is found in almost every temple.

But looking at the dome of the temple, I saw that this temple was still quite peculiar, and the architectural style was very peculiar. The eaves are not carved with dragons and phoenixes, but ordinary eaves with strings of wind chimes hanging on them.

There is a saying about wind chimes. In traditional Chinese civilization, there is a saying: no windward willows are planted in front of the door, and ghosts are not clapped behind the house.

Windward willow and ghost clapping are both plants, and they are two types of trees.

But there's one more sentence. There are no wind chimes in the house.

From a metaphysical point of view, wind chimes are used to attract ghosts. And the temple is a place like Buddhism, in fact, it is even more impossible to hang such things as wind chimes.

So that's a bit of a contradiction.

Zhang Jue wrote down the scene in the photo, then closed the diary and put it in his arms, pointing to another grave: "Keep digging." ”

The zombie had to get up and continue digging the grave.

Wait to return to Jiangbei. I'm going to have to find someone who knows Japanese to crack this diary. At least we have to figure out what the diary means under this photo.

In general, I still gained a lot today, but I didn't expect to get such a big opportunity just by following my heart.

I am worried about the gentleman's sword, and Zhang Jue will get it back sooner or later. But for the Junzi Sword, in fact, the past and present life of the Junzi Sword, Zhang Jue is more interested.

The zombies dug several graves in a row, and there was nothing to be gained.

Zhang Jue was a little disappointed, there were only a few left, if they were gone, they would be gone. Actually, I hope to dig up something better, but don't think about it if it's gone, it's a surprise to have a diary.

'Ding~'

A sound of gold and iron rang out, and the zombies continued to dig, but Zhang Jue hurriedly said, "Wait, you get up, I will dig this grave myself." ”

Zhang Jue was excited, the sound of gold and iron? That means there are metal artifacts under this grave, and this kind of good thing naturally can't be dug by zombies.

It's a bit like the mentality of a girl unpacking, it doesn't matter what's inside, anyway, the process of unpacking is very cool.

Zhang Jue stepped forward, put his hand into the soil and touched it, his eyes lit up, and his hand was cold, smooth and hard, and it was quite big. It looks like a big artifact.

I imagined in my head, could it be the ammunition box of the Japanese devils? Or maybe it's a cannonball, right?

If you dig it out and give it to Qu Moxin, I'm afraid that Lao Qu will be proud of this guy for the rest of his life.

But it's not scientific to think about it, this team of Japanese devils has been washed, if there are really cannonballs or something, will they leave it for themselves?

Dig through the dirt, only to reveal something that shimmers with a metallic sheen. Zhang Jue frowned, how many years has this been, and it will still be shiny? It can't be a modern thing, can it?

Zhang Jue continued to dig the soil.

A moment later, a cast-iron coffin was dug out.

Zhang Jue looked at this pig iron coffin in a daze, puzzled, there was still a pig iron coffin in the devil's grave? Could it be that which Japanese commander was killed? In the rush of humanitarianism, he made a specialization?

That's not going to be, no matter how special it is, it must be a wooden coffin, who has nothing to do to make a pig iron?

After looking around, Zhang Jue found that this pig iron coffin turned out to be a complete whole, and there was no coffin lid.

Knocking on it, there was a crisp 'dong dong' sound, indicating that it was not a solid one, it was hollow, and there must be something in it.

Zhang Jue was about to let the zombies break it open with brute force, but suddenly found a small gap in the coffin head, illuminated it with a flashlight, and exclaimed: "I'll go, there is a door!" (To be continued.) )