The body in this black wooden coffin should be someone in the thirty-fourth generation of the Zhang family. Judging by some information on the epitaph, he should have been born in the middle of the Qing Dynasty and his name was Zhang Shengqing.

I won't go into detail about his life, the core is the life span of this person. Judging by the epitaph, the man lived for more than one hundred and seventy years.

Longevity seems to be another characteristic of this family.

This man died in a firefight, which was supposed to be the most intense border conflict, and this person died in the North Korean area and was taken back to Zhangjiagulou by his people for burial.

This man's contribution to the whole family is written after his life, and it is full of joy, except for all kinds of strange rhetoric, and there are two points that are mentioned the most: the first is his parents, who seem to be quite meritorious people.

So he has an innate advantage; The second point is that "there are countless graves and many gains, so as to determine the Zhu family's country and make a lot of profits."

With these two merits, he was buried in the tomb.

From this, it can be inferred that the Zhang family was related to the royal family at that time, and even did a lot of things for the royal family at that time.

This can also explain why the Zhang family has been able to survive every troubled time and continue their family for so long.

This is a bit like many mysterious families, living in seclusion in the mountains all year round, guarding their own secrets, which can be martial arts, the art of war, or even spells.

Then, every day, when someone watches the sky at night and finds that the world is about to be chaotic, they will send a few people into the WTO to make some vested interests.

Fortunately, there are a lot of people with the surname Zhang, and there are some awesome people surnamed Zhang every dynasty, otherwise I would definitely have to have more associations.

"I think of Zhang Tianshi, could Zhang Tianshi also be the Zhang family?" The fat man said.

"I can't tell, it's all awesome." I said. Actually, I care more about it, so that I can get a lot of information. It's a lot of detail in his life.

First of all, I made sure that the Zhang family had always been active in northern China. Almost all the birthplaces and places of activity here are in northern China. It is close to the area of North Korea, that is, near Changbai Mountain.

That place actually did not belong to the Central Plains in ancient China. More of them belong to the control of a small number of famous ethnic groups, and the Zhang family is obviously a large Han family mixed with foreign races.

To live in that kind of place shows how powerful it is.

Secondly, I can basically be sure that there are many branches in the Zhang family, for example, the branch where this person is located, called "Qipan Zhang".

Although these families belong to the Zhang family, there are too many people. It forms a branch like the Eight Banners of the Manchus. The Zhang family has five branches.

This person should have been buried after the ancient building was built. At this point, I thought about the Sentezuka downstairs again, and realized that these hands might not be what I thought.

Could it be that during the relocation of the ancient building, there were too many corpses in the previous ancient building to transport the coffins to the new ancient building, so some unimportant people were buried in it with their hands?

Moreover, I can see between the lines that the branch of "Chessboard Zhang" is a very important branch in the Zhang family, because "Chessboard Zhang" is pregnant with a unicorn.

I don't see what this metaphor is yet, but. I can vaguely guess the point.

After reading the epitaph, the fat man looked at me and pointed to the black coffin next to him. Meaning, do you want to have a cool ride?

I looked at the coffin next to me. The black wooden coffin is made of the same wood as the ancient building, and it is covered with three layers of black lacquer, which looks solemn.

The fat man wiped the dust off it with his hands, and because of the passage of time, the black paint in many places cracked, revealing the old wood color.

My architecture student made a mistake - I realized that the bottom layer of quicksand had another effect.

The underground water system here is very rich, and the interior of the mountain is very humid, which has a very strong corrosive effect on the wooden buildings.

The layer of quicksand we passed through earlier. It is a vapor barrier that prevents water vapor from rising up. I guess there's more than that layer of quicksand underground.

Our feet can step on the slate under the quicksand, and beneath the slab. Maybe there's quicksand.

I looked at the coffin and felt like it had to be opened. Although no matter how many times you have experienced it. I'm still scared about the coffin, but can I still turn a blind eye to it?

The Zhang family is the inheritance of the northern faction, and the fat man said that he would treat it with the courtesy of the northern faction, but I said in my heart that it was actually stolen with the gift of the northern faction.

The Northern Tomb Raiders have been in decline for a long time. On the one hand, tomb robbers are becoming more and more utilitarian and their equipment is becoming more and more advanced.

There is simply no heart to follow these red tapes; On the other hand, the rules of the northern faction make the inheritance less and less, unlike the southern faction, there is no distinction between clans, as long as you follow me, I will teach you, all for the last financial benefit.

Therefore, the skills of the southern school have not only not been interrupted, but have also been continuing to develop.

I asked the fat man what he was going to do, and he used his clothes as a broom to collect dust from the room and make it dusty.

He coughed and held a handful of dust to the southeast corner of the room, inserted a few cigarettes, and just thought about it, and found that it was wrong, so he asked me: "Innocent, what brand of cigarette is yours?" ”

"Yellow Crane Tower." I said.

"Come, come, change." The fat man asked for my cigarette, "We can't let my little brother's ancestors smoke my eight-dollar pack." It's our first visit, so we can't lose face for my little brother. ”

As he spoke, the fat man lit a cigarette and bowed to the corner: "This...... We are friends with your family Zhang Qiling, and we really didn't come to fight this time. We are...... We are...... It's kind of a visit. After reading the elders, the ...... By the way, I made up for Xiao Zhang's homework.

As you know, your kids don't have a good memory. Well, Xiao Zhang doesn't know where to go, so I'm going to ask for directions, if you know, you don't do anything, don't say anything, if you don't know, you just keep it as it is.

This salute, Amitabha, bald donkey, you dare to rob the teacher with the poor way. ”

I slapped him and pulled him up.

The two of them threw out the iron spikes, pierced the two sides into the gap in the coffin lid, first pried up the iron nails sealing the coffin, then took a deep breath, and carefully pushed the heavy coffin lid to the side.

When the lid of the coffin hit the ground, the entire floor slab shook. We cover our mouths and noses. Fan away the dust, and you can see that there is a layer of cotton wool in the coffin.

I fiddled with the iron spike. It was found to be a strange mold, like a spider's web covered with white scraps of cotton.

The fat man used an iron spike to pull away the layer. The corpse inside was revealed.

The corpse had completely decomposed, with only a single white skeleton remaining, and there were some burial things around it, very few of them, all wrapped in that strange "cotton wool". The fat man picked up one with an iron spike and found that it was a small dagger.

The shell of the dagger was completely rotten like a piece of eight-treasure osmanthus cake, and the gems on it were like red cherries and green raisins.

I pulled the dagger out, and I saw that it was a black gold short knife. It is slightly shorter than the one in the stuffy oil bottle, and the shape is different. The knife glows black under the light of the flashlight, and it looks extremely sharp.

The handle of the knife was also very rotten, and I took the edge of the knife and knocked the handle of the knife against the coffin board, knocking out the rotten pieces on it, and there was not much left, and I just wanted to throw it back into the coffin.

The fat man immediately stopped: "Why do you say that you are like this, you finally have something, and you are still picky." With. Take it out and make a new handle, and make a birthday gift for the little brother. ”

"Who knows when his birthday is?" I said.

The fat man took the black gold short knife, wrapped it and put it in his backpack. said: "I guess he doesn't even know what his birthday is."

Just find a sunny day and tell him that it's his birthday, and with his character, he won't ask what a birthday is. ”

That's right, it's a good move, I said. I don't know if there is a festival for the deaf and dumb in the world, he is such a stuffy person, he should have a birthday at that time to be considered a season.

When I think of the sight of the stuffy oil bottle blowing out the birthday candles, I feel a chill, as if I saw a ghost blowing out the lamp. Then don't think about it.

The fat man tinkered a few more times, and found that everything else was rotting into a mess. scolded: "The Zhang family is not rich, this is a meeting gift." It's a shame for my little brother. ”

"The Zhang family advocates strength, not money." I said, "From the epitaph, it can be seen that the Zhang family is a big family that uses the advantages of its own inverted family to gain power and protection.

In the long history of China, it is useless to have money alone. ”

The fat man took all three cigarettes with him, pinched off the dusty butt of the cigarette, and took the last few puffs. I asked him what he was doing, and he said that he was rotten like this, and he must have no idea, and he couldn't cheapen this poor ghost.

I said, "Why are you so philistine?" The fat man just laughed.

When he had finished his cigarette, he used his iron thorns to ruffle the bones.

We found the left hand of the corpse, two of which had long bones.

It was the first time I had seen the complete bones of that kind of strangely long fingers, and there were many scars on the joints of the bones, and obviously, the process of developing such fingers should be quite painful, and I also found that many of the person's large joints, such as the shoulders and wrists, had very strange bone growths.

The fat man said that this should be the sequelae of bone shrinking.

In many cases, the joint needs to be removed, and many times the bone is reduced will definitely cause habitual dislocation, and to overcome this habitual dislocation, it is necessary to exercise many special muscles of the joint alone.

These muscles are very difficult to train and may not make much progress for several years. There are muscles, which are the size of a crescent moon on the foreman's head, and it is naturally very painful to train a banana alive.

The fat man said that he had had the opportunity to practice that kung fu before, and a master he knew said that his bones were very suitable for shrinking bones, and the fat man went to practice for a day, beat the master, and then ran back.

On the skull of this corpse, I saw two bullet holes, very irregular, which should be iron sand bullets.

The bullet went through one place, but it didn't come out, so the iron sand bullet should have been shot at close range (if it was farther away, it would be a lot of holes the size of sesame seeds), and the iron sand remained in the brain. This senior must have been quite painful when he died.

No matter how powerful the Zhang family is, there is still no way to encounter firearms.

We felt that there were no more clues, so we wanted to cover the coffin board. When I went up to carry it, I saw that there were many words engraved on the inside of the coffin board.

When we turned it over, we found that it was a simple family tree, with the names of the upper and lower parents, and the children among them.

What makes me feel strange is that this person's parents are both surnamed Zhang, he has two sons, one of whom is married, and this daughter-in-law is also surnamed Zhang, and the two daughters are married, and the husband's family is surnamed Zhang.

"Do you think there's anything wrong?" I asked the fat man.

"How old did you say this guy died?" The fat man said, Ya has four children, awesome. ”

"The main purpose of the feudal hierarchy in ancient China was to reproduce people and expand family power, and he may have started to give birth very early."

I said, "And the Zhang family has a long lifespan, if they want to give birth, they will still be alive and well after giving birth to a football team."

That's not what I'm talking about. As I spoke, I showed him everyone's last names.

"Could it be a change of surname?"

I shook my head: "It's almost certainly an inter-clan marriage." The Zhang family is a closed family, and they do not have marriage dealings with the outside world. ”

We re-cloned the lid and inserted the nails. I said, "I'm going to the next room, these epitaphs are very important, I want to take a good look at them, I will definitely get more information." (To be continued)