Lao Huang has 100% trust in people he trusts, but he is also 100% suspicious of people who are slightly skeptical, but I must admit that he is much more cautious than me.

The people were gone, and it was impossible for me to chase them back, and now I had to rely on myself in case of danger, so we both raised our sapper shovels and cautiously walked outside the nearest house, where I took a deep breath and gently pushed the door with the handle of the shovel.

The door didn't open, and it seemed to have been locked from the inside, and I was shocked, which meant that there was someone in the house.

My expression must have been very panicked, I didn't expect that there was someone in the first room, Lao Huang also looked very serious, he also shoveled down with sappers, with great strength, but the door still didn't open.

"!"

Lao Huang scolded in a low voice, raised his hand to break the door frame, and gently pulled it outward, and the door opened with a "squeak", and a faint smoke floated out.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, and I also made up a small theater in my brain, and the dare lover's house was open outward.

It was so dark in the room that we couldn't see anything, but as soon as we opened the door, there was smoke and dust wafting up, and the door must have been opened by no one for a long time.

I was a little relieved, Lao Huang took out his flashlight and shone it inside, it was an empty room, there was nothing in it, only two back doors and a staircase to the second floor.

The second floor was blocked by a few pieces of wool felt, which was so dirty that it was black and filthy.

This is the small building where Ciwang and Mima were once imprisoned, but I didn't expect that more than a hundred years later, it would still be like this.

Lao Huang walked in, I followed him, there was a faint smell of moisture in the building, and I couldn't see any danger.

I think this place is much better than in the ancient tomb, even if I really meet something, it must be a living person, my courage gradually increased, Lao Huang has stepped on the stairs.

The stairs were very sturdy, and there was no noise at all, and I still felt like a drum when I looked at those pieces of wool felt, for fear of seeing some terrible scene when I opened it.

Lao Huang carefully picked up the wool felt with the sapper shovel, and a choking dust rushed to my face, I quickly covered my nose, this wool felt is too dirty, and it has not been washed for hundreds of years to become like this?

Behind the wool felt was a simple room, with tables, chairs, and beds, all of which were wooden, and also of black colour, and I saw a cup on the table, also of wood, and there was nothing in it.

Lao Huang was obviously much bolder, and we walked down the stairs, ready to open the back door to take a look.

The back door opened to the house, and as soon as I opened it, I saw a stone staircase leading to the house behind.

The stone steps are made of local materials, and they are completely integrated with the snow-capped mountains, and when we stood on the stone steps, we found that these stone steps stretched for a long time, across this half of the hillside.

I didn't expect this kind of construction, it was as if it were flat ground, a row of houses, a street, and a row of houses, but that street became a dozen stone steps.

The village is built in an orderly manner, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of two-story wooden buildings of almost the same shape and size, and the number of steps is just right, so that each house can get the right amount of light.

"Sideways or vertical?" Lao Huang spoke in a low voice.

"Vertically."

I replied, and we walked towards the house above, which was almost identical in layout to the one we had just had, and there was no one in the same place.

When we opened the back door, there were still stone steps outside, and even the number of floors was the same as below, and we walked into the first house on the third floor, which was still the same layout, except that this small building did not have a back door.

The two of us walked out and stood on the stone steps and looked to the left of the village, which had a total of three floors of houses, each with about seventeen or eighteen households.

It's really strange that this kind of architectural form is the same pattern, and I feel that the person who designed the village must have a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

We didn't go up and down again, we walked all the way down the third floor to the left, and we went in and looked at each house, and the layout was much the same, except that the closer we got to the center of the village, the more furniture there was, and the first floor was no longer empty.

Everything inside was wooden, but none of the households had stoves and pots, only plates and bowls.

I remembered the story told by Lama Rinzen that the villagers gave Ngawang raw fish.

Could it be that they themselves eat raw fish?

I picked up a plate and it was black and full of dirt, and I sniffed it under my nose and almost didn't throw it out.

"What's wrong?" Lao Huang asked.

I put the plate under his nose: "You sniff." ”

"Damn, this is a foot washer!" Lao Huang covered his nose and hid far away.

"Do your feet smell so bad?" I threw the plate down and felt a strange smell on my hands.

The plate was filled with a strange fishy smell, like a fish that had been sealed in swill and fermented for thousands of years, and the smell made people's eyes black, even as far as canned herring.

The two of us walked out, the third floor of the house was all empty, and I craned my neck to look to the left, and I couldn't see the shadow of Brother Shen and Sanji at all.

I'm so bold now, I feel like this village might really be an empty village.

We went to the second floor again, lined up and looked around, but there was still no one on the second floor, so we went back to the first floor and looked from house to house, all the way to the center of the village.

Lao Huang and I have read all of them, none of them are anyone, Brother Shen, they are still nowhere to be seen, and there is a flashlight in Sanchi's baggage, but I don't see any light.

They're probably going to have an accident.

I was very uneasy, but Lao Huang pulled me and pointed to the small building in front of me.

"Look at this building is different."

I turned my head to see that this building was different, it looked a little taller than the house next to it, and on closer inspection, it was the length of two houses, and there were four doors on the side facing us.

I looked back, and the building was facing the bridge that stretched into the middle of the lake, and the same dark cave.

This must be an important place, Lao Huang looked curious: "Look? ”

I was a little panicked: "Let's wait for Brother Shen." ”

"Hey, can a big man stop being so cowardly?" Lao Huang grabbed me, "Let's go." ”

I knew Lao Huang would be like this, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, and his voice was weird.

"Look, Daze, this door is not closed."

My heart suddenly rose to my throat, and the door in front of me was indeed not closed tightly, half of it was hidden, revealing a black slit.

There's definitely something in there!

The front doors of the village are all open outward, and the doors and windows are closed so tightly that they cannot be blown open by the wind, and this door can only be opened by people.

I suddenly lost the courage to go in, Lao Huang was also careful, he gently opened the door, and slammed a flashlight to shine it.

It was empty, with no one and nothing except a wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

The wooden ladder was placed in the middle of the house, inclined about seventy degrees, and the entire second floor was closed, except for a one-meter square hole in the middle of the floor.

The ladder was clean and the color of normal wood, but compared to other houses, it became the most abnormal.

Clean means that people often climb, I glanced at Lao Huang, and he was too nervous to do it.

"Don't be cowardly, hurry up." I pushed him, and it was not too late for the secret gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

"Your sister ......"

Lao Huang looked at me angrily, rolled up his sleeves and was about to enter the house, but half of his face suddenly appeared on the edge of the hole.

"it!"

Lao Huang and I retreated together, and Lao Huang hurriedly used a flashlight to shine it, and the face was upside down, white under the flashlight, like a ghost.

"Boss Zhang, don't take a photo, it's me and it's me!" A hand covered his eyes, and it was Sanchi's voice.

"Nima's, what are you doing without a flashlight on a dark day, Lao Tzu's heart attack scares you out!" Lao Huang shouted.

"Flashlight?" Sanji paused, "I forgot I brought it, you guys come up quickly, there's something on it." ”

"Where's Brother God?" I hurriedly asked.

"Yes, too."

I was finally able to put my mind at ease, Lao Huang still looked frightened, and I could hear his heartbeat next to me.

I climbed up the wooden ladder, which had been around for some years, and when I stepped on it, it squeaked.

The second floor is arranged like an ancestral hall, but it is very simple, I saw that the wall facing the lake is close to a smooth stone, the repair is quite square, but it is obviously old, the stone surface is densely carved with small seals, some are no longer clear.

I was taken aback, take a closer look at it is really a small seal, this font is square in the round, square in the circle, particularly recognizable, but unfortunately I can't recognize a few.

The small seal began to appear in the Qin Dynasty and was used until the Western Han Dynasty, where it was really inhabited by Han people, and the history of the village was far older than I imagined.

Even the latest Western Han Dynasty, more than 2,000 years ago, I feel completely confused, this place is still a forbidden place that no one has set foot on until now, I can't imagine how bad the environment should have been more than 2,000 years ago, why these Han people lived here.

Brother Shen kept staring at these words, but my attention moved to the stone carving, and I saw that there was a large wooden table placed against the wall, at least a little five meters wide, from one end of the wall to the other end of the wall, about ten meters long.

Such a large wooden table must have been placed before the second floor was sealed, and the table was filled with small wooden boxes of the same size, about ten times fifteen in length and width, covering the entire tabletop, stacked on three or four layers, at least three or four thousand.

The outside of these small wooden boxes look new, but the inside is dry and white, and I guess the bottom layer will rot when touched.

It really looks like an ancestral hall, but there is no incense burner or tribute, and it is as if they are using these small wooden boxes to worship the stone carving.

"What the hell is this?" Lao Huang was very irritable.

No one answered, and I was very depressed, this village is not scary, but it is very strange, it reveals abnormalities everywhere.