Zhang Fan lowered his head and groaned, and only after half a ring did he ask Zhou Zhenyun: "Can you light candles in the building?" Tell someone to go in and light a candle in the southwest. ”

Zhou Zhenyun said, "I'll go." ”

It is estimated that the workers on the construction site do not even know where the southwest is located.

Zhou Zhenyun's movements were very quick, and he didn't dare to stay inside for a long time, and he came out not long after entering.

"Yes!"

"It can be lit, and the candle flame is normal."

Then it's really weird.

Zhang Fan asked, "What was the place before this building?" ”

Regarding this, Zhou Zhenyun had already investigated in detail when he wanted to solve the problem here, he said: "It is a thatched cottage full of ancient charm, the specific age is unknown, and Mr. Ji's surname is Ji." ”

Zhang Fan asked, "Did you leave anything behind?" ”

Zhou Zhenyun said: "There are some books. ”

Zhang Fan asked, "What about books?" ”

The foreman of the contractor on the side interjected: "I wanted to burn it, but something happened before I had time, and now it is still in the garbage heap." ”

Immediately, Zhang Fan and his entourage went to the garbage heap, and the garbage and waste materials were opposite half of the books in the room.

The previous owner was supposed to be a reader.

Zhang Fan picked up one of the books and read it, he read it very quickly, and after reading one book, he asked people to prepare the fire bucket, and after reading it, he threw it in and burned it cleanly.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"I don't know!"

The migrant workers were confused.

"This man can't be a liar."

One of the lazy sheep and sheep smoking a cigarette migrant worker brother said: "I look like a liar, how can there be a master as young as him, our boss may have been deceived, hey, the contractor foreman...... Come here, come here. ”

The foreman with a big belly glared at him, he was a fellow countryman, so he was not taboo when he spoke: "Lazy man, you don't give Lao Tzu nonsense, and the boss still needs you to teach him." ”

The lazy man said: "This is really a liar, Lao Tzu has read few books, but he also knows that reading books is like this, and he will finish reading two books?" ”

Not to mention them, even Zhou Zhenyun couldn't understand what Zhang Fan was doing.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan's speed was fast enough, and it didn't take long to throw most of the books into the fire bucket and burn them.

"Mr. Zhang, do you need my help?"

Zhang Fan ignored it, Zhou Zhenyun looked too slowly, the time he read a book, Zhang Fan estimated that he had read all the books here, and suddenly, Zhang Fan said happily: "Found ......"

I saw Zhang Fan holding a worn-out book in his hand.

He read aloud: "During the Wanli period, the governor Ji Gong ordered to build a wood, the prince sat in it, hung down with a rope, entered the ground ten zhang, the ground was flat, the lamp was out of the plate, the line was Xu, the sky was seen, another world, the smoke and clouds were ethereal, the trees were gloomy, there were golden nails and Zhumen, the poor were extremely magnificent, and they entered the palace to meet the emperor, and the merit asked about the things of the underworld, and the emperor said: People die with souls, souls have sizes, the big ones fill the universe, and the small ones are all over the township, and the underworld asks the guilty, but the soul is also ......."

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's voice stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Zhang, is it a chatter?"

Zhou Zhenyun thought that this was the ancients chatting about fasting and miscellaneous conversations, but Zhang Fan knew that what was described here was the scene of the underworld and the underworld. His heart was filled with anger, and this man was so bold that he described what he saw in the underworld.

But this person is obviously a scholar, how can he enter the underworld?

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's expression changed and asked, "Did you hear any sounds?" ”

Zhou Zhenyun and the workers at the construction site all pricked up their ears.

Sure enough, I heard the sound of ethereal music coming from the distance, like the sound of a piano, and like the sound of a flute, in short, it was played by an instrument that I didn't know what it was, very old and vast.

The music is full of grief and sorrow.

Chu Pujia, who was making a picture on another piece of land, was also stunned by the movements of her hands, and her attention was also attracted by this music, "Where did the music come from...... This music seems to come from a very ancient and distant place, and the grievance revealed in the music is heartbreaking, and it instantly occupies Chu Pujia's weak heart and touches her sentimental nerves.

Zhang Fan and the others were all fascinated when they heard this, and the guards of the building hurriedly ran over and said, "Oh no, a little girl ran to the building." ”

"What?"

Zhang Fan was taken aback, where did the little girl come from here, except for Chu Pujia, he asked nervously: "Is that little girl one meter six or seven eight, very beautiful, very literary and artistic." ”

The man nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes......"

Zhang Fan's face changed greatly: "It's a disaster, it's Pu Jia." ”

So he ran to the main entrance of the building.

"What's the matter with you, didn't you let you watch the building and not let people in?"

"Let's watch, tell the little girl not to go in, the little girl is like she has fallen into evil, she doesn't pay attention to us at all, and she can't stop her."

Remembering that it didn't matter if ordinary people entered the building, and it might be a big trouble to go in by themselves, Zhang Fan first took out his mobile phone and called Chu Pujia.

The phone was able to get through, but no one answered after a long ring.

Zhou Zhenyun also hurriedly chased after him: "Mr. Zhang, how is it, has Miss Pujia come out?" ”

Zhang Fan shook his head, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed again.

But no one answered.

Zhang Fan roared towards the building: "Pu Jia, Chu Pu Jia......" The sound was like rolling thunder, and it was rushed away, mighty and mighty, spreading for several miles, and the silent Mingshui Lake seemed to be awakened, the blades of grass were swaying, and the birds were fleeing.

It was as if the heavens and the earth had exploded.

Zhou Zhenyun, who was beside Zhang Fan, how could a mortal stand such a roar, covering his ears in pain, and his fingernails were deeply pierced into the flesh.

At the far end, the pan in the hands of the migrant workers who had just said that Zhang Fan was a liar fell to the ground, and he was frightened, and he said after a while: "My good man, this voice is really loud." ”

"Such a loud voice can't be a liar."

"It's really powerful."

The sound is not just high, but it is like rolling thunder accompanied by the sound of bombing, which is actually something that ordinary people can make.

Zhou Zhenyun has only heard of Zhang Fan's fierceness for a long time, and this time it can be regarded as a real insight.

"Pu Jia ......"

shouted several times in a row, but there was no response.

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and walked towards the building, Zhou Zhenyun hurriedly stopped Zhang Fan and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's not that you don't want to enter, let's go in and find it." ”

"I'll go in by myself, and you guys will wait outside, and don't come in no matter what happens."

After speaking, Zhang Fan strode into the building.

The building was empty and full of concrete walls, and Zhang Fan looked up the stairs layer by layer, and the vast music sounded in his ears again. Pu Jia must have listened to this music and lost her mind, chasing the music all the way.

Zhang Fan also followed the music all the way, I don't know how many floors he went up, pushed open a door, walked over, there was the sound of the waves of the sea in his ears, and the air was filled with the smell of seawater, and there was a vast sea in front of him.

"Where is this?"

Above the sea and the sky, kneeling many women in plain clothes, with noble temperament, holding various musical instruments in their hands, playing ancient music, the whole heaven and earth have become holy and ancient.

"Who are these?"

"No, no, it's supposed to be someone's memory."

But the next scene was extremely shocking and heart-wrenching.

After the plain-clothed women finished playing, they all knelt in the sky, which seemed to be a very ancient prayer ritual, but in the end, to Zhang Fan's surprise, they all took out daggers, aimed them at their chests, and stabbed them fiercely.

One by one, they fell to the ground, and blood flowed down the rocks into the sea.

All of them committed suicide.

There was only a plain woman pressing her eyes in pain, her cheeks were full of tears, but she didn't have the courage to plunge the dagger into her chest, she was afraid, she was afraid that the dagger would pierce the flesh and skin into the heart, she ...... I'm afraid of pain, and I'm even more afraid of death!

She turned her head to look at Zhang Fan, her eyes full of pleading.

That complicated look Zhang Fan may not forget for the rest of his life.

The woman survived, and all her people died, and she was the only one who survived...... No food, no companions, and being consumed by loneliness and loneliness every day.

She was in pain......

Every day she would kneel on the beach and play her guzheng.

And so it goes, day after day.

Until one day, Guzheng turned into a girl......