Inn in the City.

"Squeak."

Zhao Qian pushed open the unlocked door and lit the oil lamp in the hall.

Frowning at the dust that had covered the tables and stools because no one had cleaned them for a few days, a little spark on his lips flickered in the dim candlelight.

It was the room he had come to before, and he looked carefully at the footprints on the old creaking wooden staircase. Since no one cleaned it, the marks of my shoes were very clear.

It can't be upstairs. If that thing came out of the upper floor, it should have footprints.

He went downstairs again, still with a still lit lamp in his hand.

"Peng."

There was a muffled sound as he stepped on the side of the jar where the wine was placed on the counter, and the cobwebs on it that had not been cleaned for several days were clearly visible.

Hollow?

Zhao Qian put the oil lamp in his hand on the floor and squatted down cautiously. He glanced at it a few times, trying to take out the bright flashlight he had prepared from the ticket.

"Hint: You don't have access to use items with technology older than 500 years in this world, and thermal weapon damage is halved."

Day.

"Why wasn't there a hint before?"

Zhao Qian looked at the tattoo on his wrist, but what sounded in his ears was the tone of "insufficient authority" that had not changed for thousands of years.

Never mind.

He casually threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground, and by the dim light, he still found the difference in some marks on the ground.

A dark board that is completely different from the other wood materials used in the floor.

The people who make this stuff are very thoughtful, and even the place is located inside the counter that ordinary people don't approach.

Lifting the board with great effort, Zhao Qian looked at the darkness below.

The darkness was completely invisible, even darker than the lobby of the inn. Here, where he was half-kneeling, the brazier light source outside could still be seen.

It's just that there is no longer the footsteps of the soldiers patrolling the street that can still be heard in the middle of the night.

"Interesting."

He tore a strip of cloth from the dusty rag on the counter, which smelled of disgusting oil.

Lit by the oil lamp next to him, a pungent smell of burning instantly spread.

Throw it down.

Zhao Qian squatted on it and watched, the strip of cloth flying like a butterfly. The fire shone all around, and a wooden ladder was tied down to the bottom.

Not to the end yet.

Squint.

The piece of cloth was caught by a hand like falling snow.

Yes, an arm as dry as bark. Mummy.

It reached out and sniffed at the human-scented thing in its hand. The withered face was about to approach the heat of the flames, and then it pulled away as if instinctively sensing danger.

Like a lamp about to go out, Zhao Qian's eyes looked at the light that was swaying from side to side in his hand.

What catches the eye is a simple wooden frame, on which are neatly placed one after another coffins that have not yet been opened.

It's a lot, it's like a beehive. There are thousands of pairs.

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He cursed in his heart, got up and carefully covered the dark board, and Zhao Qian extinguished the oil lamp beside him.

Gotta get out of here.

I closed the door of the inn carefully, trying to pretend that I didn't know anything.

Even the "70% mission complete" prompt on the ticket in my ears didn't seem to be heard.

You don't have to think about it, who else can dig up such a large space in this kind of place, except for the highest governor of this city.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem...... You weren't supposed to be here. ”

A word came from behind him as he was about to reach the corner of the street, and he subconsciously pulled out the Western sword that was in the ticket.

And it seemed to the man that he was pulled out of his waist.

Zhao Qian turned his head and looked at the fair-skinned and handsome man in the moonlight, the two lines of beard on his mouth twitching gently with the sound of his coughing.

Tiger Fur.

But he couldn't see anything else, and before he could identify it, he instinctively glanced at the cloak behind the guy. Definitely a tiger skin, yes. I once handled one of these furs, and it was a wild Siberian tiger that was about to become extinct.

"I ......"

He opened his mouth and was about to reply, but was interrupted by the man opposite. Dressed in an antique and extremely sophisticated dress, this man's temperament exudes so that people unconsciously feel that it is natural for him to interrupt his words.

"Oh, it just so happens that I'm missing someone here."

He smiled lightly, a gentleman's smile like jade. But I didn't know how many women I could charm.

No refusal.

Zhao Qian looked at the person opposite him, his body instinctively tensed, but his vague consciousness still felt a pain in the back of his head.

The recognition was used, and he fainted.

There was a recognition in his ears, and he couldn't hear it.

"Hint: You were attacked by the storyteller Gao Xianzhi, and you have fallen into a fainting."

"Hint: The character you identify has occlusion props, and you can only get the following information."

"Gao Xianzhi (Status: ???? ）

Position: Deputy Protector of Anxi, Commander of Soldiers and Horses, Deputy Envoy of the Four Towns Festival, and Envoy of the Camp Festival

Height:???

Weight:???

Strength:???

Agile:????????? ”