Zhang Qixun didn't answer him, and was about to turn around to look for the medical kit, but saw that the little brother had already taken something and put it on his right hand.

He wanted to laugh a little in his heart, this stuffy oil bottle, it was quite timely to remedy the trouble.

Seeing that the Huo family was looking at this, Zhang Qixun had no choice but to put down his thoughts, and after treating the injury on Huo Chushi's leg, he returned to the secret door.

The little brother stepped over first, and used his body to block the lock that opened the secret door.

Zhang Qixun: "......"

He had no choice but to wave his hand helplessly, signaling that he would not go out.

The little brother was indifferent to this, and his eyes were not closed.

He wouldn't ask Zhang Qixun why he had to go out, but he wouldn't give him a chance to sneak out.

Zhang Qixun's head seemed to have 10,000 alpacas roaring by, looking at the little brother in disbelief, Damn, what about the most basic trust between people?

"Okay, okay." He had no choice but to be honest.

Zhang Qixun lowered his voice and told his little brother all his concerns, "Naive, they will definitely come in soon, it's too dangerous here, I have to go and guide them, and find a way to lure Milota away." ”

"And I have to be 100% sure that person is indeed dead, the camera is on Huo Xiaoli's body, I can't let that person have any chance to get the secret of the ancient building."

After listening, the little brother pondered for a few seconds, and then spoke, "I'll go." ”

"Rest quickly." Zhang Qixun snorted, "I have a treasure chest to defend myself, what do you have?" ”

"Oh, don't tell me, you have a brave heart."

Zhang Qixun silently slandered, not to mention the brave heart, you just have the heart of ten goddesses of victory, and it is useless here.

The little brother lifted his eyelids and looked at him without speaking.

Zhang Qixun understood what he meant, and muttered: "Knowing that you have recovered your memory, what can you do, can alkaline gas deliberately avoid you because you are Zhang Qiling?" ”

"And you'll have to ...... after that," he realized the loss of words and swallowed the rest back.

Lowering his eyelids and glancing at the time on his watch, he continued: "It's been more than twenty hours since we were trapped here, and you must have felt it, the duration of this wave of strong alkali is a little abnormal, and the secret room can't last longer, and the alkaline gas will eventually seep in. ”

On the other side, the Huo family, who had just been woken up, had fallen into a coma again.

"In short, in this situation, it is most appropriate for me to go out, so don't fight with me." Zhang Qixun said categorically, "It's decided." ”

The little brother listened quietly and did not raise any further objections to him.

After Zhang Qixun finished speaking, he took out a transparent glass box from his pocket, which contained a finger-length blue-blue injection, put it in the palm of the little brother's hand, and whispered: "This is a purified blood receptor blocker, which can greatly lower blood pressure and slow down the heartbeat, and can make people's bodies very weak without bloodletting." ”

"This dosing concentration is lethal for a normal person, but for you it will only put you into a semi-comatose state at most, I have also done experiments on myself before, and the side effect is muscle relaxation and paralysis within two hours." He said.

"If you really feel like you can't hold on, put it in a vein, and this injection is enough for you to stay in a stable state until the naïve ones come over."

The little brother put away the potion and was silent for a while before he spoke, "Be careful." ”

Zhang Qixun smiled at him, "Don't worry, if it goes well, maybe I'll be able to come back in a few hours." ”

There is no need to say more, Zhang Qixun pulled the little brother's backpack over, and loaded more than a dozen sets of protective clothing and replaced gas masks into it, wearing a few more layers, at least it can be blocked a little, just in case, he also left a few more sets for Wu Xiaoxie and the fat man.

On the morning of the third day of being trapped here, Huo Xiangu's life finally came to an end.

Before she died, there was a little light in her cloudy eyes, and her limbs were no longer controllable, so she could only desperately signal Zhang Qixun with her eyes, and her anger was like a gossamer, "Take it...... Holding ......"

The dirty blood gushing out of her throat blurred her words, Zhang Qixun didn't hear clearly, but he also understood that Old Lady Huo was talking about the jade ring in her hand and the promise.

Zhang Qixun's lips moved slightly, "I'm sorry, I lied to you, I can't take out the things in the ancient building." ”

Huo Xiangu's pupils had begun to dilate, but her consciousness was still insisting, "...... Yuhuan ...... Xiuxiu...... Protect her ......"

Zhang Qixun took the jade jade ring from her finger, pinched it in the palm of her hand, and said solemnly: "Okay, the Huo family must be Huo Xiuxiu's in the end." ”

Huo Xiangu didn't know if she heard it, and after a few seconds, she finally closed her eyes overwhelmed, and her breathing disappeared little by little.

Zhang Qixun helped her sort out her remains, took out the body bag and put her body inside.

After Huo Xiangu died, Huo Chushi and the others also committed suicide one after another.

It is like a kind of self-sacrificial funeral ceremony, without any complaints, calmly walking towards death.

Zhang Qixun collected the corpses for them, and the dead things that had no life could be packed into the space.

Then he said goodbye to the little brother, left him enough food, and opened the secret door.

The original low mezzanine chamber was specially designed to preserve the funerary calligraphy and paintings that were easily corroded by strong alkali, and the two sides of the secret door were connected to each other, and the things they came in had been moved to the other side of the secret door a long time ago.

Behind the secret door was a mess of all kinds of strange blue and white porcelain vases and scrolls of calligraphy and painting, and the space here was even smaller.

Zhang Qixun moved the calligraphy and painting away, vacated a path, and finally glanced at the little brother leaning against the wall, waved his hand at him, and the dark secret door automatically closed, completely separating the two sides.

Walking to the corner, Zhang Qixun wrapped three sets of protective clothing around himself, put on a gas mask, and then reached out and knocked lightly on the wall a few times, found a gap, and directly took out a small hammer to smash the thick wooden planks there.

The white mist poured in at once, and the calligraphy and paintings pinned to the porcelain vase made a rustling sound of corrosion.

Zhang Qixun put away his tools, quickly drilled out of the smashed hole, and then wrapped the wooden box in the space and wrapped it in a protective suit to plug the hole.

Then he got up, and the wooden pavilions in the entire space in front of him were submerged in the gray mist, as if he was in a hell with ghosts, and black shadows crisscrossed him.

Zhang Qixun groped his way up the steps step by step, stood in the corridor to determine the direction he was in, and then walked towards the place where there might be a hidden staircase according to his memory.

The current location was the second floor of the ancient building, and he had to find the stairs and return to the third floor where Zhang Ruitong's coffin was placed before.

The wooden building made a crunching sound under his feet, and in the thick alkaline mist, the visibility half a meter in front of him became zero.

However, fortunately, at this time, the alkaline gas has stopped being released, indicating that the peripheral Milota has begun to retreat, and it is estimated that when Wu Xiaoxie and them are ready to come in, the internal and external pressure will gradually tend to balance, and the alkali gas in the ancient building will return to the mountain.

After groping around, Zhang Qixun found that the corridor on the second floor was connected in a circle, and he also tried to enter a coffin room, and learned that the name of the owner inside was Zhang Haisheng, who was a person from the overseas Zhang family, and was also born in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and was a sailor general of the Taihu Lake Fleet in the last years of Qianlong.

This person's life is a bit mysterious, he has died twice, the first time he died in a battle of sea rebellion during the Jiaqing period, when the Qing Dynasty had gradually begun to corrupt, and the predecessor of the overseas Zhang family left the court of the foreign strong and the middle cadre with the help of the fake death golden cicada, and returned to the overseas family.

He was then sent to the archives on the same coast, where he dealt with many difficult and mysterious matters, and finally died in a mysterious investigation, and died of poisoning at the age of 143.

The coffin was the only one in the coffin, and he was able to occupy a place here because he single-handedly prevented a catastrophe that nearly wiped out the city in the end, but his body mysteriously disappeared in the end, and his partner also mysteriously disappeared during the investigation, and has not been heard from since.

The archives have since sent people to investigate the cause several times, but no trace has been found, and finally in vain, the file has been sealed and classified as top secret.

His partner Zhang Haiping's well-dressed mound is in the coffin next door to him.

Zhang Qixun turned around and left here, there was no flaw in the coffin room in the corridor, where would the passage be?

After thinking about it, he left a gas mask at the door of the coffin chamber he had just entered, and then continued to walk around the corridor clockwise, this time he found something suspicious, the pillars on the fence were one more than the number of coffins.

He groped with his hands from head to toe on the pillar, then found a knob at the bottom of the pillar that could be loosened, and held it down.

With a click, the pillars in front of him began to rotate, and in the alkaline gas, a gap opened in the huge pillars supporting the center of the main hall, and a very narrow downward walkway appeared in front of him, which was also the opening to the upper floor.

When I walked in, I found that there was a very strong wooden mezzanine in front of the ceiling of the third floor and the second floor, and there were many small wooden cabinets in them, arranged in an irregular manner, and on each cabinet was placed an incense burner containing incense ashes.

Zhang Qixun opened the drawer and found that there was a small patterned stone box the size of an adult's palm.

At first, he didn't think it was a tezuka, because the box was too small.

But when he scraped off the beeswax and opened the box in his hand, the pupils behind the mask suddenly shrank.

It was a small hand, a very small child's hand, with scars on the tender bones, and the index and middle fingers had a noticeable tendency to lengthen.

There is also a small dagger and a small wooden plaque under the hand bone, the handle of the dagger is inlaid with a small blue gem, the blade is still sharp after many years, it can be seen that its little owner was very valuable this dagger during his lifetime.

The wooden plaque is engraved with the child's name, as well as the cause of the child's death and the names of the parents.

There is also such a small stone box in the second cabinet, and as far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of such cabinets, so it seems that they are all the teemas of the children of the Zhang family.

Not all of these children died from their tasks, but some died from overwork during rigorous training.

It is extremely difficult for the Zhang family to obtain heirs, but the longevity makes up for this shortcoming, and it is even more difficult for the family to intermarry, even if it is to intermarry with a foreign family, it is only during the period of their lives when they are relatively similar to normal people, and it will become very difficult to reproduce after that period of time, and the life span of the foreign family born is much shorter, and there is a chance that they will be normal people.

Zhang Qixun put the small tezuka in his hand back in its place, sighed, and closed the drawer.

Without staying too long, I walked through this Tezuka area, came to the edge of the mezzanine, found the secret door, and then dodged in, and followed the stairs to the third floor.

The concentration of alkali in the air was thinner than before, Zhang Qixun walked along the corridor on the right to the middle section, threw out a rope and put it on the fence opposite, tied a rope around his waist and quickly climbed over, and then went straight to Zhang Ruitong's coffin.

The door to the cubicle was still wide open, and the bodies of the two men who had fallen were not seen when they entered, but the lid of the coffin was re-placed on the coffin.

"It's not like hiding in a coffin." Muttering in his heart, Zhang Qixun pushed the coffin lid open a gap, and at a glance saw a corpse wearing a protective suit lying on its stomach inside.

He pushed the coffin lid aside, flipped the body over, and took off the gas mask to see that it was Huo Xiaoli's face.

Strangely, the coffin was made of specially treated wood, several times heavier than ordinary wood, almost equivalent to a sarcophagus, and if two adults worked hard at the same time, the lid could be lifted.

But there was only one corpse here, and the lying position was too flat, as if waiting for another person to put the lid on it.

Assuming that the two of them worked together to lift the lid of the coffin and prepare it, there would not be only one corpse hiding in the coffin.

And Zhang Qixun checked around, but he didn't find any residue of equipment, let alone a camera, and the octagonal bronze bell hanging above the coffin was gone.

Sure enough, what he feared the most happened anyway, and the other person who escaped was the Wang family.

He began to search for footprints on the ground, the shoes worn by the Huo family on their feet were uniform, and there was no difference in the foot prints, but it was not difficult to find a well-targeted footprint in a mess of footprints.

Soon he caught the top layer of the dust, followed him to the offering table in the compartment, and found that the footprints had leaned forward, so he also crouched down and looked under the offering table.

There was a big hole in the wooden wall.

Zhang Qixun scolded secretly, and was about to follow out of the hole, but his heart suddenly jumped.

Wait a minute—something is wrong!

He immediately returned to the coffin, took Huo Xiaoli's body out, ignored the corrosion of the residual alkaline gas, took off his gloves, and touched his fingers to the root of the ear behind his face.

The strange touch of his fingertips told him that the face was fake, an extremely realistic human skin.

With a sneer in his heart, Zhang Qixun raised his hand to tear off the human skin mask, and the face revealed became Huo Chuqi.

Therefore, Huo Xiaoli is the ghost who hides the deepest!

Guess again, what kind of vest does Huo Xiaoli have

(End of chapter)