"What's the smell? You say it stinks? This room has been suffocated for forty years, there will definitely be some rats and cockroaches or something, it is not ventilated all year round, and it is not strange that it smells. Let's almost go. ”

"It's not."

Yan Yue pulled Wan Tianyou's arm and approached the cabinet.

"It's the smell of corpse oil."

The closer to the cabinet, the stronger the smell, and the moon can't help but cover her mouth and nose with her hands.

"Oil? Gasoline, you say? Or kerosene? Surely there was no oil in your time? ”

"No, it's corpse oil! The condensed grease of the corpse after death. ”

"What's that?!"

Hearing Yanyue's explanation, Wan Tianyou couldn't help but shiver and felt stomach acid surge.

"I don't know what it is or what it looks like. Before we found Bingling's body, we saw a windswept red hijab near the post station outside the city. It smelled like that, I remember it very well. That's what my guard Ling Liang explained to me at the time. ”

"I'll ......"

In Wan Tianyou's imaginative mind, all kinds of unacceptable scenes surfaced, and he retched twice.

"Shall we go? This place is so wicked. ”

"Hmm. Let's talk about it later. ……”

She was just about to turn around, and where the flashlight swept by, she was stunned.

"What is this?"

Next to the cabinet, that is, on the side of the desk, on a flower platform more than one meter high, there is a wooden box the size of A4 paper.

"Isn't this what you say? Corpse oil? ”

She shook her head, for she hadn't smelled anything stronger as she approached the box.

Pick up the box and return to the hall with Wan Tianyou.

Wan Tianyou took the broom covered with cobwebs in the corner of the room and swept away the heavy dust on the box.

After making sure that he could do it, he opened the wooden box with caution.

"What is this? Books? ”

It is still a book in Khitan, lying upright in a wooden box, and there is nothing else.

"Genealogy."

Through the light shining by Wan Tianyou's flashlight, she saw the words on the cover and said lightly.

"The Genealogy of the Harinut Family."

"So many?! It seems that the tablets enshrined here are only a part of it. ”

Wan Tianyou opened the family tree, and the dense Khitan script, although he couldn't understand it, he could see from all kinds that it was a name, and there was a family relationship.

"That's the clan rule ahead."

Pointing to the first few pages of the family tree, she said.

"Can you read it?"

"Yes, but some don't understand what it means, partially."

She nodded and read from the first page.

A moment later, she flipped through the four pages of her family tree with a strange expression.

"What's wrong? What is written on it? ”

"This is to say that there are different branches of the Hazhinut clan. This family called Harinut Nunaha, because of the nine points with other families, was separated from the Khitan tribe in the early years and became independent nomads. Just ......"

Yan Yue frowned and looked at Wan Tianyou.

"And then?"

"You may not believe it when you say it, I didn't make it up, it's really written in this Khitan script."

"I believe in you. Say? ”

Wan Tianyou smiled and nodded speechlessly.

"The House of Harinut Nunaha has a secret art that summons black spirits. After death, people can be reincarnated with memories of their previous lives, and they can also choose who they will be reincarnated with in the same era. ”

"Huh?! ? …… Well, it's not that I don't believe it, I'm just saying that ancient people could pretend to be gods. The magic trick of defrauding those rich people of their money? ”

Wan Tianyou smiled disdainfully, unable to believe a word.