"What is fairy fruit? And is pancake fruit a type? ”

I remembered a comic book that had a lot of fruits, and if you eat it, you will have superpowers, and when I think of this, I feel strangely funny in my heart.

I looked at the fat man, and the fat man said: I heard my sisters say it. This guy is a very awesome young lady, once she went to a boss's house to 'deliver takeaway', and saw a box hanging in the boss's room, and the boss didn't let her touch it, so she said it was a fairy fruit.

She didn't understand, so the prostitute asked her if she had watched "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang", the flowerless monk in it has never fallen to the ground since he was born, and has always been on the bed, sitting on the Luan car, the same as rootless water.

This person has a very high Buddha nature, and he will not be exposed to red dust from the moment he is born. Some things are the same, from the time they were made, they never fell to the ground, they were all hung up and preserved, and the box containing this treasure was called fairy fruit. I just heard about it, I didn't expect there to be so many here. ”

"Are you reliable?" I said, "I've heard a story too. In the past, the eunuchs had a treasure room, and all the things cut from them would be put in a box and hung in the treasure room, and this was also the case, there were all kinds of boxes, and some of the big eunuchs' treasures had their own special rooms. I think this place is a treasure room. ”

"You mean, tens of thousands of sticks have been hung from the ceiling of the third floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building*? Damn, the aesthetics of this Zhang landlord are really angry. When pigs fly! Saying that, the fat man pulled out the submachine gun and said, "You find one, the fat man, I will show my skills, and give you a hundred steps to wear Yang." ”

I saw that he was coughing, and his face was almost blue, so I said, "Don't talk about it, just hit it down." ”

The fat man pointed to one in the distance: "We have to do things in style." Look there, the smallest. "I didn't see it clearly, but I saw him raise his hand and shoot it. In the distance, a box hung on the ceiling fell and rolled on the ground a few times.

We cover our mouths and noses. Wait until the dust clears. The fat man picked it up, it was a wooden box, and the outside was also quite rotten, and the fat man pried it open with an iron spike and poured the contents to the ground.

It was a withered hand with two oddly long fingers, but it wasn't the same as that of the stuffy bottle.

The fat man and I looked at each other and didn't speak. The fat man stood up and immediately shot down a few more.

I opened the box. It was found that there were all dry hands, some of which were completely rotten, and they were a few white bones, but it could be seen that there were problems with the fingers of these hands.

Moreover, some of the boxes that were knocked down were new and some were old, and the age was very different.

"The Zhang family's * looks very distinctive." The fat man teased me, "You're good about this, aren't you?" ”

"Fuck." I scolded, looking overhead, "This is a thousand hand mounds." These hands obviously have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and there are so many of them. The ages are different. Do you know how many Chinese died overseas and had to be buried back in China? ”

I paused, looked at him and continued. "The bodies were too heavy to preserve, so they only brought back some of them. I think it's likely that the hands are the ones whose bodies have been damaged and can't be buried. So cut off a hand and bury it here in this form. ”

"How could there be so many?"

"War." I said, "There must be so many people because of a lot of fire, or war.

Of course, it was not a big war, but since ancient times, the large tomb robber families have their own weapons. Not only tomb robbers, but also chaebols in many places are armed. These people were a strong local armed force in times of war. ”

Do you remember the corpses we fished out of the lake? The fat man asked, "Those don't have hands either." Hands were cut off. ”

"These hands all have obvious characteristics of the Zhang family, and the reason why the hands were cut off must be hidden for reasons in addition to burial."

I said, "It seems that the corpse we fished out of the lake is also the Zhang family." ”

"Is it the Zhang family?" The fat man muttered a little, "It's too messy, what the hell is going on?" ”

These hands piqued my curiosity, and I eagerly followed the footprints of the stuffy oil bottle and continued to explore to the next flight of stairs. We climbed up.

Further up the floor, I saw a lot of wooden fences at once - this level was finally normal. Like many towers, there are plenty of cubicles and corridors inside.

As we walked up the staircase, we found that all the cubicles were closed, and the windows were covered with black paper, so that we couldn't see the inside at all.

The fat man took a few steps forward, looked for a push and pushed it, and found that it was locked, and he wanted to kick it when he raised his foot, but immediately remembered that the dust was coming, and immediately retracted his foot.

We used our clothes as fans to fan off the dust on the door, and then the fat man poked a hole in the black window paper with an iron thorn.

We peeked inside, and the room was pitch black, and the flashlight shone through the hole, but we couldn't see the whole picture. The fat man took out the homemade flare he had found from the dead man, lit it and threw it into the hole.

The thing burned the foil and lit up the room at once. I realized that this thing was actually a large fire fold, which had been improved by this group of tomb robbers, and the working people were really ingenious.

When we put our eyes on it again, we found that the room was not large, three square meters at most, and there was a large coffin of black wood in it.

The walls were covered with wooden plaques full of words, and I looked at them all in Chinese characters in small letters, which seemed to be epitaphs or something.

The fire burned for less than a minute before it dimmed, and the fat man threw another one in, looked more carefully, and said, "I didn't run, this floor is the tomb, and this slip should be all there." ”

I calculated: this floor is at least two dry square meters, and this one is two or three square meters, that is, there are about a thousand such rooms.

There were about a thousand coffins, a thousand dead people.

"Are there so many people in the Zhang family?" The fat man said, "How big is this family?" ”

I said, "The ancient chaebol families were very large. Have you seen "Dream of Red Mansions"?

Do you know how many people are in a large view garden? Cao Xueqin alone has written about 450 of them. Genghis Khan's family is estimated to have tens of thousands of people by now, and you and I may have the genes of the 'Golden Family' at that time.

The Manchu imperial population was also quite large. Historically, as long as a family can prosper for three generations, it is not a problem for tens of thousands of people in various places to reach the third generation.

This family has a special identity, and its rise and fall are not affected by historical changes, so I am afraid that the family is even larger.

Those who can get a small room here are probably very awesome people from their own families. What other seven cousins, three cousins, and the like, are all hanging downstairs. ”

The fat man said: "Good guy, thanks to the fact that the little brother's generation is demented." Otherwise, China will not be occupied by them. ”

"The third most common surname in China is Zhang. Qingyang, the fifth son of the Yellow Emperor, waved and watched the arc star. The first bow and arrow were made for the bow and arrow, and the main arc was Zhang's. 'It is not surprising that the Zhang family is a prominent family. I said, "Do you smell anything strange?" ”

During our conversation, a strong scorching ambiguity came, and the fat man sniffed it: "It's okay, it's the smell of the flare just now." ”

I don't smell right. The smell is very strong, and it has a temperature, not like the smell of cold smoke.

"No, no, no." Before I could finish my sentence, I saw some light in the cave in the room we had just seen.

I looked over and knew that it was over, and the incendiary bomb had just been thrown on the floor inside, which was made of wood, and the temperature of the incendiary bomb was so high that the floor was burned.

"Fuck you're in trouble." I said. "Hurry, kettle."

"It's okay, isn't it just a small fire?" The fat man said. As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the kettle, took a sip and sprayed it into the hole.

It was useless to spray a few mouthfuls, and the water in the kettle was all sprayed, but the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

The entire ancient building is made of wood, and this is the middle floor, if it burns down, the whole ancient building will be finished. "Now I admit I'm in trouble."

The fat man said, looking at the beam above. Originally, as long as you kicked in the door and threw a few kicks, this little fire would have been extinguished. But I'm almost certain that the nearly 1,000-year-old poisonous powder will kill us before the fire is extinguished.

"With pee." I remembered a past incident that the third uncle had told me before. "Do you pee?"

"Holy, it's all powder. Who knows if it will burn my 'little brother'. Lao Tzu has already sacrificed my lungs for my little brother, and I don't want to sacrifice that again. ”

"It's okay, you poke a hole in the top of the window, look at it with your eyes, aim it down, at most some powder will get it, and you will be fine if you take off some skin."

"Then why don't you pee?"

"I didn't drink that much water." I scolded, "Hurry up, it's useless to have a big bladder if you don't pee." ”

The fat man looked at me, at his trousers, at the fire inside, and made up his mind with a "sigh": "Then you squat!" ”

I crouched down, and the fat man took off his pants in a bang, revealing his shorts, and pressed at me, stepping on my shoulder. I heard the fat man shouting, "Eat me ...... dog"

I really didn't expect the fat man to be so heavy, and as soon as I came down, my collarbone clicked and seemed to break.

I couldn't bear his weight at all, and I fell crooked. Before the fat man's word "whip" was finished, it became "I rely on", and the whole person pounced on the wooden door.

The whole of the Shumen was knocked down by him and slapped to the ground.

The flame was apparently extinguished in an instant, and when I saw that something was wrong, I immediately shouted, "Hold your breath." ”

Saying that, the two of them immediately covered their heads with clothes, covered their mouths and noses, and protected their faces to death.

I had a hunch that the dust would fall like snowflakes, but what I didn't expect was that this time there was only a slight amount of dust.

I waited with the fat man for a while, fluttering the dust off my hair, and I felt strange.

"Is anyone cleaning here?" The fat man said.

I shook my head, "Maybe it's because the windows here are made of this black paper." You see, the floors we walked on before were all made of white window paper, and they were all rotten.

The black paper here is still intact, and I think it must have been specially treated. "I rubbed the dust from my feet with my feet and found that it was also thin and gray.

I carefully touched it and twisted it, and I realized that it was real dust, not dust.

I took a bite out – it's relatively safe here. I thought I was going to be completely rotten, but it seems that empiricism still doesn't work.

Just as I was thinking about it, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I realized that my pants and the door we had overwhelmed were full of water. After smelling it, I let out a long sigh: "Fatty, you didn't brake the car on a dog's day, did you?" ”

"Damn, as soon as the gate was opened, the fuck fell, can you be reliable, if you can hold on a little longer, Lao Tzu will be able to pee."

The fat man lit a cigarette and patted his pants, "Lao Tzu's last time was all spent retracting Lao Tzu's artifact, otherwise it will fall down like this and get stuck in the door, I damn it, no matter how hard the gun is, it will be wasted." ”

I said, "You can stuff things back first." As he stood up and shook his trousers, he turned on his flashlight and looked at the words on the wooden signs on the walls around the coffin.

The wooden plaque is quite decayed, and judging from the words on the first few lines, I found that this is an introduction to the life of this person, and the text is all ancient style.

I read it very quickly, and suddenly there was a hint of ecstasy in my heart. The things written on this, although not what I want to know, are too valuable, and it seems that some of the core secrets of this Zhang family can be deduced from it.

Moreover, the secret is no longer speculated on from various sources. The life written on the epitaph is almost certain to be 100% true. (To be continued)