At this point, Wu Santong, who had small eyes, looked at me and Dai Ma, and said all the words in his heart as if he was pouring beans from a bamboo tube, but I had another feeling.

From the heart, although Wu Santong became a weasel and did not have a human facial expression, with his sneaky eyes and understanding of him as a person, he still hid important things.

"It's almost dawn." Wu Santong said to the door, smiling.

I glanced back, and sure enough, the sky outside the door was white, and I couldn't open my eyes, and the sleepiness slowly spread around, and I yawned three times in a row, and I thought that after listening to the story all night, it was time to take a good rest. I have a habit that others don't know, and it is possible to figure out things that I can't figure out in the process of sleeping, which is my habit for a long time, and it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine how I do it, but it is not accurate every time, otherwise I will become a god. After Chang Butong taught me, not only did I have a stronger sense of the outside world, but even my thinking suddenly became clearer.

After Wu Santong jumped off the offering table, he ran into the inner hall, and after a while, he dragged two blankets and motioned for us to be a mat, I think too, I don't want to sleep on the dead man's bed, and then, he jumped on the offering table again and fell asleep.

Daima and I found two backlit corners and lay down comfortably.

In less than two minutes, I heard Daima's heavy gasps, it seemed that he was also tired, and there were so many things in his mind at once, especially since the enemy back then had no hostility towards him, so he naturally had less concerns.

I glanced at Wu Santong, and his undulating belly was very regular, so he should have fallen asleep.

I squinted my eyes. Through the crack in the door, I saw the two big peach trees. The peaches on the tree are each larger than a fist and have delicious flesh. Why is there such a rare peach tree growing in this dilapidated place, no, it's not rare, I've seen it before, I almost forgot, there is a peach tree outside my yard, I don't know who planted it there, every fruiting season, the eldest sister will pick a few of us to eat. The peaches, which we can hold with both hands, are happier than eating candy.

But...... After my grandfather died, the peach tree never grew peaches again, and after many years, I almost forgot about it, if it weren't for the peach tree in front of me to remind me of my childhood memories, I am afraid that I will never have the scene of that time again in this life.

I closed my eyes completely and fell into a deep sleep, and I could still feel my eyes bobbing from side to side. Even every inch of skin, every hair, the changes and feelings on the body surface can be touched. To control zhì, is this a dream?

I remember lying down, but it felt very light. It can't be an out-of-body soul, even if I don't have three souls and seven souls. Nor will it be unlucky enough for this to happen. I'm asleep, I'm still awake. It's hard to tell for a while, but I'm not tired at all, but it's very light and fluttering, is it that my skills have improved again, or is my subconscious doing tricks, it's amazing, it's the first time I have this feeling.

By the way, taking advantage of this time, it is better to look for the antiquities mentioned by Wu Santong, maybe this state can make me more conducive to finding the mysterious objects hidden in the depths than the living people in the real world.

I stood up and saw that I was sleeping soundly, and although it was not the first time I had left my body, I was still surprised to see my other self.

Dai Ma was lying on his back on the blanket, and Wu Santong was still the same as just now.

I walked to the inner hall, after passing through the curtain, to the left was a bedroom, the door was drooping, the papier-mâché window was stared at by the wooden board, two small cracks revealed two bleak blue light, one should be the carved mahogany bed that Jiang Shoushou slept in before his death was hung with cobwebs, the bed had collapsed, as if it had been crushed by some heavy object, on one side was a dusty mahogany desk, a broken leg Taishi chair blocked my way, the wardrobe on the side was charred black, and I could vaguely smell the smell of burning fire.

I exited, there was a door frame to the right, the door was gone, but there were steps down, the steps were very bad, and ordinary people were careless, and under the guidance of no light, it was easy to fall down directly.

If I'm not mistaken, the dark room below is where the hostage-Hao Chuan Muradou was held back then.

As I walked down the steps, the basement without a single light source was in front of me as if it were daylight, and I could see as far as I could.

This is indeed a dark "cage", scattered with all kinds of torture instruments, which reminds me of the ten great tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Facing the steps was a desk-like board, with poorly handcuffed handcuffs, rivets, hammers, machetes, etc., and a large hole large enough to fit into the head, and a lead groove under the hole. A pair of large iron rings were nailed to the wall beyond them, each with an arm-thin chain, which hung down to the ground. In the right-hand corner was a lonely coal stove and three mesh-shaped copper tools with long handles, like large spatulas. In addition to these, the walls, roofs, and floors are full of knife marks, scratches gathered in fixed positions, and black blood stains that spray out of the shape, making it impossible to look at them directly.

God knows how many people were mutilated here at that time, including my dearest ones.

As I looked around, I was about to leave this earthly purgatory, and as soon as I lifted my foot, I noticed an inconspicuous crack in the tip of my toe. It is inconspicuous, because there is no light in the darkroom, as long as you walk on the steps, this crack will be covered, in fact, the cracks on the entire step, roughly estimated to have hundreds, are unevenly distributed, so it is easy to become a blind spot.

I took two steps back, staring at the steps in front of me, and vaguely felt that there was something inside the steps that would slowly expand, and I was leading to the shattering of the steps.

The reason why I paid special attention to this crack was that the shape of the crack was very regular, forming a series of dandelion-like surfaces that split from bottom to top in the middle of the second order of the lower number, and there were exactly thirteen "flowers" under the count, and they were the same size, the width of each end was about the distance of an arm, and the height was about the distance of a little finger.

I originally thought that the damage of the steps was a natural cause, but now that I look at it, there must be something inside, maybe the antiquities I want to find are inside the steps, and these regular cracks are the marks made by Jiang Shoushou.

After thinking about it, my idea would not be too simple, but driven by curiosity, I abandoned my original idea, and did not enter the tiger's den to get the tiger, so I slowly put my hand into the crack, this probe, almost scared away my only three souls and six souls. (To be continued......)