The silhouette of my surroundings was the same as in my dreams, and I thought back to my dreams as I fumbled around the walls to the corners by the faint light of the lighter.

The pitch black in front of me was completely different from that in Zhao Tuo's tomb, and the limited light of the lighter in my hand could only be seen at a very close distance in front of me. Except for the close distance that I could see, the rest of my body was shrouded in thick darkness.

People are very insecure in this absolutely dark environment. In Zhao Tuo's tomb, because of the company of fat people, this feeling is not so obvious. And now, when I'm alone here, the feeling of being like a needle is especially strong.

I'm starting to regret that I didn't let the fat man come with me!

The distance between the exit of the "thief hole" and the corner of the underground space is less than ten meters, but in this oppressive dark environment, I actually walked out of the feeling of dozens of meters.

The closer I got to the corner, the faster my heart beat and the more nervous I became. The clear face of the old man who appeared in my dream has always appeared in front of me, and even every time I move forward, I feel that the old man will suddenly appear!

This thought followed me all the way around that corner. When I turned the corner, the faint candlelight I had imagined didn't appear. There is only endless darkness, the same oppressive darkness on the other side of the corner.

In fact, I should have expected this situation a long time ago, because Aunt Ming and they have already been here in this space, and the specific situation should be clear to them. If there is an old man waiting for me around the corner, then there is no need to go to such great lengths, and it is okay to wait for me directly in the little black house.

Although there was no faint candle flame in my dream, the underground cavern space not far in front of me existed, and it was much larger than the cave in my dream.

The lighter in my hand is just like in my dream, and it keeps me moving forward as I turn it on and off repeatedly.

When I approached the cave and turned on the lighter again, I was shocked by what I saw! I finally know why Aunt Ming called that one-meter-square cave passage a "thief cave"! Because in front of me appeared a dozen coffins, these coffins were arranged in two rows, neatly arranged in the cave. It's like a group of tombs!

In the light of the lighter, I saw that around the space where the coffin was placed, there were places for candlesticks, and candles were placed on them. Looking at the shape of the candles, they are all new. Obviously, it was Aunt Ming's people who replaced the candles after digging a "thief hole".

I used a lighter to light the candles around me, even though the whole space was occupied by coffins, and it looked unusually dark. But I knew that there would be no danger, because Aunt Ming said on the phone that my surroundings, including my movements, were within a safe range. I believe in Aunt Ming, as always.

When I lit the candles around me, the whole space lit up in an instant. The lit candles elongated the shadows of the coffins placed in the cave on the walls, and for a moment, I felt like I was in the underworld.

After my gaze was no longer limited to my feet, I saw that in the space where the coffin was placed, a wall was carved with letters. After careful identification, these characters are all personal names, and all of them are surnamed Su!

At the bottom of these names, two familiar names appeared, Suda and Sudi.

When I looked at the other walls, I found that there were many names on the very top of the other wall. My name is among them.

This wall full of Su surnames is like the genealogy of our Su family! One and a half wall names, then our Su family will at least last for hundreds of years, or even longer!

If my conjecture is correct, these names carved on the wall are the genealogy of our Su family. So why is my name engraved on the other wall separately from the names of my father and second uncle?

I counted the walls with my name engraved on them, and counted my names as a total of eighteen Su surnames. And every name is followed by a date of death, but not a date of birth, because every name is followed by a date of age and a pawn.

What surprised me even more was that above my name, the oldest one could be traced back to the time of Emperor Shun. It reminds me of Yongzhou, where I just left, and its ancient name is Lingling, which is named after the tomb of Emperor Shun on Jiuzhi Mountain. These eighteen names are spread across eighteen dynasties, including myself!

The seventeenth is in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, called Su Wantang. I don't know which of my ancestors. Below it is my name, Su Mo, and there is actually a word on the back, which is written ominous!

After I lit the candles around the space, I retreated to the doorway and looked at the two walls with our Su family tree inscribed. This is a habit, and this habit was completely developed in Zhao Tuo's tomb. This kind of performance is not to say that I don't trust Aunt Ming to say that I am safe, but a kind of self-caution, if the fat man is by my side, I may let down a lot of guard. In fact, this kind of performance does not mean that I am timid, in this kind of closed and dark underground space, a cave where a coffin is placed suddenly appears, Rao is the most courageous person, I think it will also feel weird!

What's more, the scene in front of me is exactly the same as the scene in my dream, except for the old man who woke me up in the dream did not appear, the others are almost identical!

If it is my guess, the name of Su on the wall in front of me is the genealogy of our Su family, then why am I engraved on the two walls separately from my father and second uncle?

Could this be what Aunt Ming wants me to see?

As I turned my attention to the coffin in the space, I seemed to understand something.

The coffin under the two walls is placed in a zigzag shape. Divided into two rows, the closest to me is also the coffin directly facing the door, and I can clearly see the name engraved on it.

It's a familiar name, exactly what I saw on the second wall with my name inscribed on it. Except for this coffin, which is engraved with the name corresponding to the wall, the names engraved on the rest of the coffin can be matched to the name on the wall! No more, no less, exactly eighteen coffins!

At the innermost end of all the coffins, in the corner of the wall on my right, there is an unsealed coffin, and the signature position of the coffin is clearly engraved with the word "Su Mo"! It's my own coffin!

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On the A320 midsize plane from Shenyang to Beijing, I sat in my window seat. This is the location I like because I like to see the scenery.

Traveling to Beijing alone, I didn't choose the transportation I used to go there for the first time, but chose a faster and more comfortable plane.

That's not to say that I have that seven-figure bank card with me now compared to two years ago, and I can splurge it extravagantly. The reason for this is, on the one hand, the hope of wanting to see Aunt Ming, who has been absent for a long time, and on the other hand, the doubts that weigh on me are too heavy, and there are more and more, and the long wait for the train is no longer within the scope of my bearing.

In fact, Shenyang and Beijing are both northern cities, and they are not particularly far from each other.

My flight departed at 3:20 p.m. and arrived at Capital International Airport about an hour later.

I made this itinerary after I left the old house.

Familiar and strange old mansion and father, my special ability, the little dark house with a cave, the family tree on the two walls, the empty coffin engraved with my name......

Before I left the underground space where the Su family tree was engraved, I pushed open the lid of the coffin closest to me. The owner of the coffin is named Su Bingrui, who died during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.

The lid of the coffin was not very tight, and the two sides of the lid slipped until there were obvious scratches, apparently after many times of pushing the lid to leave such marks.

When the lid of the coffin was pushed open, revealing the inside, I was a little stunned.

The white jade robe, worn by countless gold threads, appeared on the body of Su Bingrui in the coffin I pushed open. It was the first time I had seen a real golden jade garment up close.

At the moment when the jade clothes appeared, I remembered the professor's introduction to the golden jade clothes: the golden jade clothes are the highest standard funeral clothes in the Han Dynasty, which roughly appeared in the Wenjing period of the Western Han Dynasty, also known as "jade box" and "jade sheng", which are the funeral clothes worn by the emperors and high-ranking nobles of the Han Dynasty after their deaths, and their appearance is the same as the shape of the human body.

Such an object that can be called a national treasure will actually be worn on the body of our ancestors of the Su family! After this discovery, I can't care about being cautious. From the first coffin in the first row in front of me, I opened all seventeen coffins, and the corpses inside were all dressed in the same golden jade clothes! As far as I know, there are only eight emperors wearing gold-threaded jade clothes in the Han tombs unearthed in China, which means that only eight gold-threaded jade clothes have been unearthed.

And among the eighteen coffins in front of me, except for my own empty coffin without golden jade clothes, the owners of the remaining seventeen coffins are all wearing such treasures!

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Outside the T2 terminal of the Capital Airport, a fat man dressed as a hippie, wearing sunglasses and holding a toothpick in his mouth, leaned against a stone pillar.

This location was agreed upon with him before I set out.

I used to hate the bohemian, misanthropic style of hippies. But now this style has changed another flavor in the fat man, not particularly disgusting, but a kind of cordial taste.

Perhaps, I'm just a human being anymore, and it has nothing to do with what I wear.

As soon as I walked out of the terminal, the fat man spotted me. Shaking the peculiar big fat of more than 200 years, trembling and walking towards me.

How do you look at that pace, there is an urge to make me go up and kick it!