The two of us walked forward on the second floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building, passing through the shelves where the iron figurines were placed, and when we encountered the collapsed, we carefully stepped on it and climbed over, and walked for a long time before we came to the center of this floor. There is a lot of space here where nothing is placed.

Looking around from here, you can see that all the shelves where the iron figurines are placed are arranged radially around this point, presenting a complete set of Fuxi 64 hexagrams.

However, apart from these iron figurines, there is nothing in this layer. The iron figurines were all made of cast iron, and as we saw under the ruins at the bottom of the lake, they were all the remains of Milota sealed with iron.

"It's a warehouse." The fat man said, "When they were working on the project here, all the Milota that they killed might be put here." ”

"So much? There's a camp here. ”

"It's not much, didn't that deformed buddy say that these things will follow the human body? It must have been formed during the construction of these things. ”

The fat man said, "There are so many iron figurines that they can't be transported, so they are all piled up here." The floor of the Zhang family's tomb may still be above, and we will continue to search to see if we can find a passage up. ”

This floor, like the ground floor, also has four huge pillars.

From the outside, the Zhangjia Ancient Building is as high as eleven floors, and in addition to the one in the quicksand that is buried underground, there should be eight floors above us.

This ancient building is all made of stone and wood from this mountain, and it is very rare to see a large amount of "Milota stone" mixed with the stone here.

There were a lot of messy footprints on the ground, and it was clear that they had searched for the stuffy oil bottles here as well. The footprints are too messy to give us any reference.

The fat man raised his head and touched his chin to ponder the footprints, thinking for a long time. While pondering, he said to himself: "There are too many footprints on the ground, it is difficult to judge, but there must be traces on them." ”

I followed the sound and looked up. Just look at him with a flashlight sweeping at the beams.

The beams are densely painted with peculiar Zhangjia characters, which seem to have different systems. Each line comes from a different place, but the only thing in common is that none of us can decipher it, we don't know what it means.

On one of the lines, I actually saw a passage of heavenly writing.

The fat man stopped and said to me: "It seems that my speculation is correct, the Zhang family, as the most primitive family of tomb robbers, may be the only people in the world who understand the truth of Chinese history.

They sealed all the secrets they brought out of the inverted bucket in this Zhangjiagu embrace. ”

I said, "What do these words mean?" Do you think the people who built this place understand? ”

The fat man said: "You don't necessarily have to know the hen to be delicious." I guess it was the Zhang family who provided the pattern, and then designed it into the pattern by Style Lei.

These different strange texts. It should all come from the fragments of Chinese civilization that have been broken. If I'm guessing correctly, here, the closer you are to the top floor, the closer you are to modernity.

Some of the secrets of Chinese civilization should be buried in the huge bottom floor of Zhangjialou, which has been completely buried by quicksand. ”

"Then if we go up, aren't we moving away from the biggest secret?" I said.

The fat man said: "Isn't the main task of our brothers to save people?"

You think I even gave up touching the artifact, don't think about it, it's all a fucking book here.

But I saw an inscription in it, which should be in the early Spring and Autumn period. One layer further up, it is estimated that you can see a large number of seal characters. ”

So we continued our search, and finally found a mechanism to climb on the west side of the building. The fat man went up first.

After going up, it was unexpected. In this layer, there is no iron figurine, but a giant turtle.

The neck and limbs of the turtle are very long, with a human face and a turtle body, the end of the forelimbs is a human hand, the hind limbs are the feet of a turtle, and the face is a female face, which is vicious and fierce. It seems to be smiling but not smiling, as if it is some terrible thangka statue in Tibet.

On the tortoise's back there is a depression. Inside was a black ball with human faces carved all over it. Seems to be able to be taken off.

When the fat man saw the stone statue, he was amazed: "Do you know the origin of this thing?" This is a portrait of the people's country, a descendant of the Shennong clan.

"Taiping Yulan" quoted "Customs and Customs" as saying that primitive people at that time lived in groups, polygamy, and had chaotic births. In order to make fertility clear, Nuwa asked each group cave to make clay dolls and count the number.

Among them, the clay puppet used by the Shennong people's country is a human turtle body, and later this human-faced turtle body statue became the national emblem of the people's country.

"This national emblem is really shabby, but how can you, an uneducated person, go to see "Taiping Yulan"?" I wondered.

"It's not because Nuwa's boobs on the cover are drawn very big, I thought it was a very exciting book, but I didn't expect it to be so serious."

He said, "I still remember a passage in it—'One eye, one eye, with the upper part of the façade, the surname Sheng, the grandson of Fuxi; The three heads of the country, Si class, are three heads, and then Xuanyuan Chen; The country of the people, with a human face and a turtle body, is a descendant of the Shennong clan; Jumang, the face of the island, the grandson of Fuxi. 'Do you remember the human-faced birds we saw in Genting?' ”

I crouched down and looked closely at the details of the turtle, and I realized that it was indeed similar to the statue of a human-faced bird that we found in Genting.

I said: "Jumang is the god of wood and spring, Fuxi and Xuanyuan are all people from the mythological era, I don't know where this thing was dug up and brought here."

It's definitely not something we can pour out now, it must be the tomb robbers of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, and it is possible that there is such a thing in the tombs they dug at that time.

The old qualifications of the Zhang family are the old qualifications, and no one knows this thing when it is taken out. ”

The fat man said: "What kind of god is the god of spring, does it care about viagra?" ”

"It's the god of spring. Let's look around to see what this level is up to, and maybe we'll see things from other tribes around. ”

Just as he was about to explore, the fat man suddenly coughed again. This time the cough was even more severe, and the whole person's lungs were pumped up, and the person was about to fall to the ground.

I immediately went to help him, and I saw that the phlegm he coughed up this time was full of blood.

When I looked at it, my heart said that it was not good, this amount of bleeding was definitely not a trivial matter, could it be that it just shook the bag and sucked in so much dust?

I thought he would be fine if he coughed it out, but now it seems that his condition has deteriorated a little.

When he coughed, his whole face turned pale, and I immediately gave him a kettle to rinse his mouth. "Are you alright? No, don't force it. ”

He looked at the blood he coughed up, so he cursed and said to me, "Let's move quickly, stay here any longer, you will do the same sooner or later." ”

I held him up and rested for a moment before he pushed me away. Then we looked at the ground around us.

It was a relatively empty place, and there was a series of incomparably clear footprints on the ground, all the way into the darkness.

As I walked in the dark, I thought about all kinds of things that I might see immediately, but I didn't expect that after walking around, I realized that there was nothing in the ancient building on the third floor.

The footprints stretch all the way around the four sides of the ancient building, and the owner of the footprints must be the same as us, thinking that the opening up must be near the edge of the ancient building and the pillar.

"Isn't this place renovated?" The fat man coughed a few times and said, "I have poured a bucket before, and it is the same, all the tombs, murals, and reliefs are quite complete, but there is nothing in them."

I thought it was stolen, but all the tomb doors were intact. ”

I was a little suspicious, but looking at the footprints on the ground, I noticed that these footprints showed a very strange sign of "walking flowers". After walking for a while, the owner of the footprints will stop and go around in a circle in a very small place.

"What do you think is a sign of this?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man covered his chest and said: "This is a ballroom dance, it seems that the little brother is in a good mood at this level, who is waltzing with him." As he spoke, he made a waltz motion.

I said to myself that your lungs are rotten, and you still have a heart to talk about. When I looked down at the footprints, I realized that this was a state of wandering.

They probably found something strange here, and stopped to take a closer look.

But there is nothing around, empty, what to see? There's nothing worth stopping here, unless something unexpected happens here.

"Be careful." I watched the trail of their footprints and walked a few steps to the point, "In my previous experience, something happened very quickly. ”

"I'm half tuberculosis now, can you stop me from making trouble?"

I said, "It's never a bad thing to have early warning. ”

As soon as we finished speaking, the two of us heard a series of slight footsteps in the empty hall at the same time.

The fat man looked at me, and I looked at him. I asked, "Is it the little brother?" ”

The fat man shook his head and swept around with a flashlight, and I couldn't see anything. The fat man said to me, "Listen carefully. ”

The two of us were silent, spinning in circles back to back, watching around as we tried to track the footsteps, and immediately I knew why the fat man was shaking his head.

The sound of footsteps came from the ceiling. We turned the flashlight upwards and immediately noticed something strange about this floor.

This floor has a particularly high ceiling and a particularly large number of beams, forming a huge chessboard-like structure above our heads.

In the lattices of these boards, in the shadow of the beams, I saw countless things hanging.

"Awesome." The fat man's eyes were straight. in the shadow of the ceiling throughout. There are tens of thousands of small boxes hanging.

The boxes are large and small, with different shapes and patterns on them, which is extremely spectacular at a glance.

"Fairy fruit." The fat man said, "It's a fairy fruit." So many, so many! (To be continued)