As soon as the fat man saw that there was nothing in this room, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Old Hu, you big liar!" Didn't you say that there would be gold and silver in it? Why don't you fuck anything? Lie to the fat man! His grandma's! ”

I couldn't help but wonder, what's the matter, why is there nothing in this room? It's impossible, if there's nothing in this room, how can there be a mechanism outside, the mechanism must be set up to protect something, but there's nothing worth protecting here!

I was secretly wondering, when suddenly I heard Shirley Young say next to me, "Old Hu, fat man, you see, there seems to be a door in the corner on the far right of this room. ”

As soon as the fat man and I heard this, we quickly looked in the direction that Shirley Young said, and sure enough, there was a small door in an inconspicuous corner, and the three of us walked towards it.

It was a wooden door, and there was a lot of dust on the door, so we pushed it open and shone it in with a wolf's eye flashlight. When I looked at the inside of the house, I couldn't help but be surprised that it was actually a bedroom.

There was a large wooden desk in this room, and two rows of tall bookshelves, and the shelves were full of books, but these books were already covered with thick dust, and there were a few chairs and a bed, and there seemed to be something on the bed, bulging there, and our vision was blocked by the desk, so we couldn't see what was on the bed.

After scouring the entire house outside to make sure there was no danger, the three of us entered the house to find out. I was looking at what books were on the bookshelf, when I suddenly heard the fat man shouting beside me: "Oh my spicy mom, I'm scared to death of you, Lao Hu, you two look at what's on the bed!" ”

Shirley Yang and I hurriedly looked at the bed, and couldn't help but be startled by what was in front of us, the bulging thing on the bed just now was nothing else, but a human skeleton whose skin and flesh had long since rotted!

This is strange, how can a corpse appear for no reason? Who is this corpse? And how could this corpse suddenly appear here? It seems that the mysteries will only be solved after we have carefully examined the room. We first took a look at the clothes worn by this corpse, the clothes were already a little ** too hard to see clearly, but we could see that the waist was wearing a typical Ming Dynasty style belt, this person should be a person who lived in the Ming Dynasty. We looked at the books on the shelves again, and each book was densely packed with annotations, which must have been read carefully by this person before his death, and the person's handwriting was strong and powerful, and he must have been a soldier before his death. We were flipping through the books when we heard Shirley Young say, "This man has something under his head!" ”

I walked briskly to the side of the bed and saw that there was indeed something pressed under the human skeleton, which was kind of like a scroll. I lifted the bones, took the thing out, wiped the dust off it, and found that it was indeed a scroll, and when I held it, I had a feeling that this scroll would reveal all the secrets of this place. I slowly unfolded the scroll on the table, for it must be old enough that if I tried too hard, I would be afraid of destroying it, and the slightest bit of destruction might be fatal to the clue we were seeking.

As the scroll slowly unfolds, we see a full article. Since the words in this article are in classical Chinese, I and the fat man can't understand it, so I can only let Shirley read it and then tell me and the fat man, when Shirley Yang read it, the fat man and I were very anxious, one is because after experiencing so much in the old dragon's head, I finally found something that has the potential to uncover the mystery of our exploration, and the other is that waiting is really not a comfortable thing. Shirley Yang looked at it and frowned, as if there were indeed some secrets written in this article.

After a while, Shirley Yang finally finished reading this scroll and said: "Old Hu, fat man, this scroll has subverted all our previous understanding, the person who wrote this scroll and the bones on this bed are the builders of this old dragon's head, Qi Jiguang!" ”

When the three words "Qi Jiguang" came out of Shirley Yang's mouth, the fat man and I were stunned: "This is impossible, didn't Qi Jiguang die of illness in the capital?" How could you die in a place where such a bird doesn't? And left such a scroll? ”