In short, Wu Xie and the fat man went through a lot of hardships and finally saw the Zhangjia Ancient Building.

The huge ancient building stood in front of them. In the darkness, the ancient building looked extremely old, and its colorless gray appearance was like a fossil, telling countless unspeakable secrets.

"Zhangjia Gulou ......," Wu Xie said these words almost from the depths of his throat.

The fat man slapped him, and he, like him, trembled.

They've finally arrived!

The whole building was dark, without any light source, presenting an ominous atmosphere.

Wu Xie never thought that the Zhangjia Ancient Building would be such a huge building.

Where are they?

The eagerness in Wu Xie's heart suddenly burst out: "Zhang Qiling! Dream Glass! ”

There were bursts of echoes from the cave of the empty mine, and Wu Xie roared several times, and the echoes filled almost the entire space.

Wait until the echo slowly fades away, and the whole space returns to a cold silence.

Wu Xie gasped and waited, waiting for a response from anywhere.

However, he waited for a long, long time, and the silence was still not broken. The uneasiness began to roll, and the nightmare that had always existed in his heart.

What if they were all dead?

The problem that Wu Xie had been reluctant to consider had now rushed in front of him, and he could no longer escape.

There was no response, everything was eerily quiet, as if they were the first visitors in nearly a thousand years, and even the sleeping spirits could not be awakened.

"Let's go." The fat man patted him on the shoulder, "Whether it's dead or alive, you have to see it with your own eyes, didn't your uncle say it?" ”

Wu Xie took a deep breath: "Go!" ”

The door of Zhangjia Gulou was completely gray and white, and when Wu Xie touched it, he found that it was all dust. The door was so badly rotted that the window paper on it had rotted away, and it was pitch black inside.

Those lattice windows, typical of Qing Dynasty architecture, are the handiwork of style Lei.

"Here." The fat man pointed to a pane of windows, where the dust had been touched in several places.

The fat man went up and pushed it, and the door was pushed open.

There was a screeching creak from the doorshaft, followed by a surge of dust everywhere.

The two immediately took a step back, covered their mouths, and waited for the dust to slowly settle.

After glancing at each other, the fat man made a "you please first" gesture.

Wu Xie tilted his head and said, "Didn't you take the lead in the past?" ”

The fat man said, "Isn't this a chance for you to perform?" If you can't, then I'll do it. ”

"Well, then you're welcome." Wu Xie took a breath and walked towards the door.

It was pitch black inside, and Wu Xie swept it with a flashlight, and saw a huge space. It is a huge floor with four pillars towering in the middle of the hall.

There was nothing on this floor, and he only saw a lot of equipment spread out in the middle of the room.

When they walked over, they found that it was indeed the little brother's equipment bag, which was all white dust.

The fat man looked at the house above his head, which was completely in the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty, with countless patterns on the roof. Today, the whole building is miserable white from any angle.

"How can this place be so big?" The fat man crouched down and shook a package, which was a food packet.

The white ash on the bag was shaken, and Wu Xie suddenly felt uncomfortable, and immediately pulled the fat man back.

The fat man covered his mouth and looked at his hands, which were already burned red.

"Dust of strong alkali." He said, "The deformed buddy didn't lie to us. It seems that the little brother they met once, otherwise the equipment would not have been covered with such a thick powder. ”

"Things are here, what about people?" Wu Xie Dao said that it won't all melt away, even if it does, there will be traces.

The atmosphere was a little weird, but I couldn't tell what the problem was.

The fat man asked Wu Xie to deal with his wound first, there is strong alkali dust here, if it gets on the wound, it will be troublesome.

In the chaos just now, Wu Xie didn't notice that the place where he was bitten by the insect no longer bleed, but if he didn't deal with it, it was likely to suppurate.

After Wu Xie bandaged it, he looked at the fat man's watch, and the fat man asked him if he wanted to go separately to find it.

Wu Xie pondered for a moment and shook his head. Who knows what will happen in this building, two people are going to die together, one hundred, not so much trouble.

The fat man turned on the flashlight, slowly shook off the powder on the equipment little by little, and saw that a lot of equipment was opened.

He went up to count it, and then said, "The gas masks and flashlights are not there, they should have put down their equipment here, and then went to explore lightly." ”

There is a huge hole in the center of the ceiling of the ancient hall, which is supposed to have been formed by corrosion, and the edge of the hole is very irregular in shape.

There were also a lot of rotten pieces of wood on the ground, all of which had become like cotton wool, covered with a thick white powder.

They shine their flashlights upwards and can see the ceiling on the upper floor, which is the same thing.

The first floor was clear at a glance, and they walked to the side. According to Feng Shui theory and style Lei's consistent design habits, the best location of the staircase of the ancient building should be at the edge of the building, generally on the east side.

Of course, such a large building should have stairs in all four directions, otherwise the running distance is too long and too troublesome.

But they searched the hall several times, but they couldn't find the stairs going up.

The fat man muttered, "Could it be that the stairs are outside the ancient building?" In the design of the ancient building, there is a staircase specially designed for viewing, which coils around the ancient building and goes up. ”

Back in the building, the fat man went to look for the rope in their luggage, and found that the rope was gone, and said, "Maybe there are no stairs in this place." They took the rope with them, maybe they went upstairs with the rope. ”

"There's got to be a place where you can use a rope, too."

Just when he was puzzled, Wu Xie suddenly remembered what Xie Yuchen told him about the feng shui problem here by the lake.

Zhangjia Ancient Building is located in the place of knocking bones and sucking marrow, the so-called Dragon Tower Treasure Palace, all for the purpose of long-term peace, but Zhangjia Ancient Building is the opposite, it devours the energy of the dragon vein, destroys the momentum of the dragon vein.

The two continued their search, and soon focused their attention on a few pillars. There are several unicorns carved on the pillars, and their bodies look very much like dragons, and the heads of several unicorns are very prominent.

The most important and striking thing is that this pillar, from the top, oozing blood-red liquid, soaked one side of the column.

"How is this blood?" The fat man stretched out his hand and wiped it, his fingertips stained with blood, "It's not done yet!" ”

Wu Xie looked up at the top of the pillar: "You said they would not be on it." ”

His eyes were full of worry, and the blood soaked the side of the column, and the person was bleeding a lot, more than the human body could bear. It's not dry yet - this is what was left over from not so long ago.

"Is there a mechanism for this?" The fat man kicked a few times, kicked down the relatively floating dust, and hid to the side. When the dust calmed down, he covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and climbed up.

Sure enough, this is it.

They stepped on the head of the unicorn and soon climbed to the top of the pillar. When I pushed it, I found that the floor slab above was not moving.

"It's stuck." The fat man said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a click, and the unicorn that he had stepped on just now actually moved. Then, a staircase descended from above.

Wu Xie and the fat man glanced at each other and immediately climbed up cautiously.

As soon as the flashlight shone on, their hearts were shocked.

On the second floor of the ancient building, there are countless shelves, and there are hundreds of them that can be seen at a glance, all of which are like the upper, middle and lower berths of a train, but there are more layers.

What is very uncomfortable is that the shelves are full of iron figurines.

The blood stains on the ground extended to the back of the iron figurines, and the two looked at each other, picked up the guy, and walked cautiously over.

However, there was just a man lying behind that, a dead man.

Wu Xie immediately recognized Mrs. Huo because her features were very obvious. Mrs. Huo's expression was very serene, as if she had died naturally and did not suffer much sin, but in this very dangerous Zhangjia Ancient Building, there was a trace of weirdness.