Chapter 11 is not that simple

(The update is delivered, and I'll write another chapter and save it for tomorrow.) Tomorrow, me! Return! Family! Finish! ）

Since this person has said that he will let us out, there is no need to worry now. I sat on the edge of the bed and took a closer look at the book in my hand.

The vellum cover makes it impossible for me to judge the old and the new. However, judging from the slightly yellowed curls on the side, this thing has been around for some years. And there seems to be no notebook like this style anymore.

The first page opened was a blank sheet of paper with a date from decades written on it, followed by a line of small print underneath:

I don't know what the point of all this is, but there's definitely a huge secret buried down there.

I was slightly stunned for a moment, and my heart said what does this mean? What does "down there" refer to? And what is that huge secret?

The fat man obviously saw that too, and frowned as if he wanted to ask me something, but he opened his mouth and didn't ask. Maybe it's because he knows why I don't know enough about all this.

"There's definitely a huge secret buried down there." I repeated it, and then asked the fat man, "When I first entered my ancestral hall, someone told me that there was a secret hidden down there. That's what you say? ”

The fat man shrugged: "Not quite like that." After thinking about it, he said: "If this secret refers to the shocking door under the Wei's ancestral hall, there is a door under the tomb guarded by each of the eight outer lines - and it is also said that it is a huge secret, not eight. The fat man deliberately accentuated his tone on the word "one".

"If it's not the Eight Elements and the Eight Gates, then what are they?" I asked.

"How do I know this, if you flip it down, maybe it will be mentioned in it." The fat man said.

I nodded, flipped to the first page, and found it full of words. And it seems to be a diary.

XXXX YEAR X MONTH X DAY.

I was bought by my father with two barrels of oil. He decided to marry me off to him for these two barrels of oil

I thought about it in my room for two nights, and I was going to die rather than obey. But on the third night my dad came to my room and told me about those things. In the end, I compromised.

I read the contents of this diary carefully, and found that it was nothing more than a boudoir lady complaining. And the ones I omitted in the middle were all the fierce ideological struggles in her heart during those two days.

It is said that women have a drama in their hearts, and no one can direct and act by themselves for a few days and nights. Now I look really good.

I smiled wryly and shook my head, just about to turn to the next page, but my hand was pressed by the fat man.

"What for?" I knocked out the fat man's hand.

"So you little comrades are careless." The fat man pointed to a place above and said, "See for yourself, what does this mean?" ”

I looked at the spot the fat man was pointing. I found that the fat man's fingers stopped on the words "those things" in "Tell me those things".

I froze for a moment, almost immediately, and immediately connected with the so-called secret on the previous page.

"You mean that the owner of this diary knew this secret from the beginning?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man shook his head: "No. She begins by saying that she doesn't know what the secret is. So it can be seen that she doesn't know. After speaking, the fat man paused, and then said, "But judging from this diary, her father seems to know." ”

I nodded, indicating that the fat man's analysis still made sense. Then I turned back to the page and found that this page was a record of the state of life in the next few days. With what the fat man just discovered, I also looked at it carefully this time. But there's nothing special about the last word from the beginning. It's just a diary of a pure trivia.

Scroll down further, and it's still pretty much the same.

After flipping through a few more articles, the daily trivial matters were recorded, and the girl began to recall the past of her youth. Among them, the mood of the girl with spring is vividly expressed. The depiction of all kinds of psychological activities is as as Qiong Yao's novel.

After flipping through a few more articles, the fat man couldn't sit still, so he took the diary from my hand and began to flip through it himself.

Gradually, the dates that appear in the diary are separated by longer and longer intervals. From one article a day at the beginning, it became three days, one week, and then one month. Among them, I saw the longest separation, which was almost half a year apart. And the girl's spring-like recording techniques and description tone have gradually become mature and stable. In the end, it was so bland that it was a spectator to describe the opinion thing.

And it was only after I changed from a girl to a woman that the next diary really appeared what I wanted to know.

Just like the two Ah Fa brothers said. After my grandfather died, it was not my father who saw my grandfather's head, but my grandmother. And there's one more thing I don't know. That is, after my father was frightened by my grandfather's head and fainted, and my grandfather's head jumped away, my grandmother immediately decided to follow. And this one followed inexplicably to the Wei family's ancestral hall. When grandma followed grandpa into the depths of the ancestral hall, she saw a particularly strange scene. However, this scene is not specifically described in the diary, but is only brushed off in one sentence: "I can't record what I see in words or words, it's so weird." "When I saw this, I realized almost immediately that my grandmother must have seen something inside.

I also encountered it in the Ximatang Ancient Tomb. It's just that it's a smaller version, and the effect isn't particularly strong. But even so, Ali and I were scared enough. It can even be said that I was almost scared to death. But then to my surprise, my grandmother came out unscathed after entering the door. And it can be seen from the diary that the grandmother was very stable at that time, and she was hardly affected by any impact.

In the next few journal entries, I saw something else. These things don't help me with what I'm wondering about right now, but they're all things about that so-called secret.

"The secret." I repeat it again. This is the phrase that appears most frequently in the entire diary. But even so, there is no description of this so-called secret in the diary. Even after reading the entire diary, I felt that she had a sense of secrecy about the secret.

At this point, it may be obvious who the owner of this diary is. That's right, it's my grandmother. And the story in the introduction at the beginning is one of the stories in my grandmother's diary. And the man in that story is my grandfather.

Of course, stories are stories, but some things are not as dramatic as they are in the story. As a story, I can even write about my grandfather taking the woman in red in the back seat home and marrying directly, and then giving birth to a child with special functions and yin and yang eyes.

But it's far from that simple, because on the last page of the diary, my grandmother recorded another thing that happened to my grandfather after he woke up. And it was such a thing that made me decide to enter the ancient tomb under the hands of Qinghai Lanmen as soon as possible.