In the winter of the twenty-fourth year of King Jing of Zhou, the Marquis of Jin fell ill.

At that time, the Jin Dynasty ruled the four Qingzhi, Zhao, Han, and Wei, and the emperor of the Rite Dynasty had a winter festival outside the city.

After the sacrifice, the Jindu Xinjiang was overshadowed for thirty days, and the day did not see the day, and the night did not see the moon.

Qi Shibu said: "The big murderer, the four Qing are out of order, and Jin Qi will die." ”

This is the thirty-first day after the four secretaries of the Jin State replaced the winter festival outside the city of Jinhou, and the coldest day after the winter of Xinjiang. There is no wind, no rain, no snow, but it is life-threatening, and covering your face and hiding in the palm of your hand to take a breath can also freeze your internal organs thoroughly. In the western corner of Miyagi, the hundred-year-old locust tree had lost its dead leaves a few months ago. It clearly remembers that there had been several snowfalls in Xinjiang this time last year. Ice and snow plagued for two months. On the night of the killing, the city was closed by the blizzard, and the two mansions it had guarded all its life were heavily attacked. In the vast snow, the young children who escaped from the house were cut off their heads and made into corpses before they could see the way clearly.

The bloody ice river, the snow-capped mountain with corpses, and the battle of Jiang, only four of the six Qing clans of the Jin Kingdom remained.

Perhaps the snow fell too fiercely that night, so the snow that shrouded the capital of Jindu this winter could not fall for a long time. God is holding his breath, and the more he holds it, the colder it gets.

As the leader of the world's thieves, the thief has always been not afraid of the cold, and he drank wine and went wild, and he also did the bathing in the ice cave. But at this moment, he stood in front of the door of the Zhifu secret room with a blood-dripping long sword, and felt that his heart, which had been burning for three months, was instantly frozen into a lump of ice, and then shattered all over the ground.

Outside the city of Ludu, in the rolling waves of Surabaya, he almost used his life to trick the key to the secret room of Zhifu from the hands of the public loser. For more than a hundred days and nights, this ingenious and strange key was like a red-hot soldering iron, burning the deepest desires in his heart. Those speculations and imaginations about the secret room, such as Zheng Guowuji's bewitching hand, scratched him so much that he couldn't sleep all night. He had to go to Jin and Xinjiang, even though there were always documents hanging by the gates of Xinjiang City to offer a reward for his arrest.

The autumn geese flew south, the winter rain continued, and when the thief broke through the sixth pair of Lu shoes, he finally came to Xinjiang from Qufu, and finally found the secret room hidden deep in the ground in the labyrinth-like Zhifu. Tonight, he killed twelve guards, three innocent maidservants, and broke seven life-threatening mechanisms before finally using the key to the public service to open the half-foot-thick stone door in front of him.

But what about the treasures that the Zhi clan has accumulated for five generations?

What about the Xia Yu sword that Fan disappeared in the bloody battle?

Shouldn't the long book left by Li Er riding a green ox out of Guguan also be here?

As the head of the four secretaries of the Jin State, Zhiqi sent people to the Lu State to ask the Gongyi clan to make locks, is it just to ......

That's impossible! It's impossible!

Seven exquisite locks, half-foot bluestone doors, thousands of gold on the wall, and witch spells engraved on the top, even if there are no worldly treasures in this secret room, the Nine Heavens Goddess should be locked up! But this, what is this!

As everyone knows, in the winter of the twenty-third year of King Zhou, Shangqing Zhizheng of the Jin State led 3,000 soldiers to capture the mansion of Fan Jishu of Jinqing, and the Fan's treasure building was moved overnight. In addition to the thirty treasures dedicated to the Marquis of Jin, the Shang King Wen Shencong, Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, and the Youwang Xuanzhu Mirror all disappeared. Half a year later, it was rumored that Zhizhi secretly ordered skilled craftsmen to build a secret room, and another Toru Guogong lost a family to secretly make seven exquisite locks. But no one knows the location of the secret room, and all those who know it have become lonely ghosts with severed heads and tongues. Is this kind of labor just to imprison a pregnant woman and a child who is about to die?

The thief couldn't figure it out, and he was even more unwilling. He leaned on the wall of the chamber and knocked left and right, trying to find another hidden passage full of treasure to explain everything in front of him.

At this time, in the sky above the Jin capital, a crescent moon like a hook tore through the dark clouds that were dense in the sky appeared on the top of the mountain, looking down on all living beings. The dark spell of Xinjiang City for thirty consecutive days quietly ended at this moment.

The long-lost moonlight poured down from the vent at the top of the chamber with a clammy cold air, white as frost and fog.

On the green mud wall of the cast gold stone, a huge beast-faced totem is faintly revealed in the mysterious moonlight - the eyes are squinting, the mouth is square, and a round of blue full moon is bitten in its mouth.

Looking at the strange beast face in front of him, the thief stopped searching. He suddenly felt that he might have been deceived, by someone else or by himself. Maybe there is no mountain of pearls and jades in the secret room of Zhifu, and some of the missing treasures have always been just the woman and child in front of him.

But who are these two people? Why did Zhisong, who was the ruler of the Jin Kingdom, build such a secret room under his bed? Why use the most inscrutable trick in the world to imprison them?

Could it be that they are fallen gods, cannibalistic mountain ghosts......

The thief's swollen curiosity suppressed the boiling anger in his chest, and he approached the dark figure huddled in the corner.

"Hey, who are you? Why did Zhisong lock you up here? He asked coldly in the Jin language, which he was not proficient in.

"Who are you? Why are you here? A woman's weak, hoarse voice rang out in the narrow chamber.

"Me? Hahaha, there is probably no woman among the nations who wants to hear my name. The thief smiled a little smugly.

"I don't care who you are, as long as you can take us out, I can give you what you want." The woman raised her head, the moonlight sprinkled on her shoulders, and three thousand green silks were dyed with a little bit of broken silver, like a clear stream under the moon, winding to the man's feet.

The thief wanted to laugh a little, and he suddenly remembered the Wang Ji he saw in the palace of King Zhou that day, and when the woman begged him for mercy with her clothes half-untied, she didn't seem to have such a big breath.

"I can't think of anything in this world that I can't get and you can give. Why don't you tell me? The thief crouched down and put his face in front of the woman, and he had to admit that she was a very beautiful woman, and if she was not as thin as she was, if she did not have someone else's seed in her belly, she might be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not to mention anything else, just her faint brow under the thin moonlight was enough to embarrass the Chu girls with thin waists and twisted waists on Yongmen Street.

"I ...... I'm guessing you found this here tonight and wanted the treasure from Fan's Treasure Building. Maybe it was because of the nervousness, maybe it was because of the cold air underground, the woman's voice trembled a little. But these trembling sounds fell on the man's ears, but they were just like the poplar flowers that fell on his shoulders after the rain in March, with desperate gasps and lingering incense.

The man stared for a moment and did not respond, her heart was as cold as water.

After a while, the thief lifted the woman's chin with the hilt of his sword, and teased: "Raise your head, don't look into my eyes, how can you guess my heart?" ”