Chapter 561 Dagger?
This floor is completely different from the previous floors. There are many compartments and corridors here.
Looking from the corridor, all the rooms have their doors and windows closed. In fact, the windows are covered with black, completely opaque paper, making it impossible to see in from the outside.
After the dust raised by the push of the door settled, Hu Ming and the other three walked in.
It is worth mentioning that the door of this room next to the corridor has obvious damage that was violently opened by a crowbar.
Judging from the traces, they are still very new. They probably happened a few days ago. They were definitely left by the little brother and his group.
This was also the reason why a few people pushed in the door without confirming the situation inside.
The room is not big, only three square meters at most, with simple decoration, and a black wood coffin placed in the center.
The surrounding walls are covered with wooden plaques filled with text. They are ancient. If you look closely, you will see that the characters on them are all small Chinese characters similar to epitaphs.
“This horse riding on the horse is the mourning hall. So, with so many rooms on this floor, aren’t they all mourning halls where coffins are placed?~”
"It's really just as you said, Uncle Ming, people and corpses live together. What's wrong with this family?"
The fat man looked at the black wood coffin and grinned.
“Because fresh corpses with not yet exhausted vitality can protect the safety of the living members of the Zhang family.”
Looking carefully at the tomb recorded on the wooden sign on the wall that has not completely decayed Hu Ming, who knew the master's life, smiled softly when he heard this and said faintly.
The voice was extremely low, Hu Ming only spoke for himself.
Hu Ming still remembered what the ghost man said to Wu Xie in the original work.
Enough people have died in the Zhangjia Ancient Building. If someone dies in it again, the things inside will be fed!
Although I didn’t mention this thing until the end. What it is is confusing.
But after setting foot in the Zhangjia Ancient Building, as he went deeper and deeper, Hu Ming's intuition kept on going crazy. Coupled with the exploration of the human body sonar system, Hu Ming had determined some things.
If the arrangement of the Zhang family is followed, the thing deep in the ancient building may indeed be able to fulfill the dream that the Zhang family has pursued for thousands of years, hundreds or thousands of years later.
However, the worst thing is that during the "archaeology" of the Zhang family's ancient building, "his" people had already changed the deepest layout.
The archeology that year was essentially a secret funeral!
Someone wanted to replace it and seize the monstrous creation that the Zhang family had spent thousands of years creating.
Unfortunately, under the influence of certain external forces, the success fell short in the end.
But in that operation, those people had indeed destroyed the deepest layout. God knows what changes have happened there over the years.
In short, at this point, Hu Ming has extremely confirmed that the Zhang family ancient building is a man-eating underground beast!
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"Ming Uncle, give me three cigarettes!"
While Hu Ming was meditating, Wu Xie and others were already circling the black wooden coffin, and Wu Xie suddenly shouted to Hu Ming.
"What?"
Hu Ming didn't react for a while. It seems that the three of them want to open the coffin and find out some secret rhythms of the Zhang family. However, let’s open the coffin. Why do you want a cigarette?
Besides, Xiaohua doesn’t smoke either!
Besides, if you take off your gas mask and smoke in a ghost place like this, you will die, right?
Once you accidentally inhale a mouthful of strong alkali dust, your entire lungs will be corroded. !
"Hey, isn't this the hometown of Menyou Ping? We are thinking that the master here is related to the little brother, so he should be given some face at least, right?"
“According to our rules for touching the gold captain, we have to light a candle in the southeast corner and discuss with the owner of the coffin before opening the coffin. Isn’t that because we don’t have the conditions? We can make do with cigarettes. You can survive."
The fat man took out a brand new "Gold Touching Talisman" from his chest and said shamelessly.
Don’t think about it, this is still a fake!
The gold-touching talisman that the fat man originally wore had been burned in order to get out of trouble when he was in the golden room of Yunding Tiangong.
“If you touch Colonel Jin’s hammer, you are a fake!”
“Also, Wu Xie Xiaohua is from the Northern School and never pays attention to this. Qiu Tianguan, do you understand that there are no taboos? Who wants to play with you?"
Hu Ming rolled his eyes, took a step forward, and clasped the lid of the black wooden coffin with both hands. With all his strength, he lifted the lid of the coffin, which weighed hundreds of kilograms.
"..If this little brother finds out and wants to fight you to the death, Fatty, I will never stop you."
The fat man twitched the corner of his mouth and complained.
It would be great fun if the person lying in this coffin was my biological father.
"Brother, do you care about this? Also, take a closer look, what is this?"
"The nails in the coffin have been pulled out a long time ago, and the cracks in the coffin have been pried open. "Who do you think did this?"
Hu Ming sneered and pointed at the long nails buried in dust in the corner of the room and the fresh marks on the coffin.
Judging from the traces, they were definitely not left by the funeral procession back then. They were obviously traces left by the previous few days.
"Okay, we are still being hypocritical about our feelings. I didn't expect that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes to be so rude to his ancestors. How can we care so much?"
Wu Xie twitched the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, they were too sentimental.
This is good, at least I saved three cigarettes!
The corpses in the museum have long since rotted into bones. The pale bones missing the right palm obviously showed signs of being moved, but they were finally put back together as they were.
There is a circle of burial objects all around. There are only a small number of them, and they are all exquisite small objects.
Presumably, in front of the little brother, no matter how bold the Huo family members were, they would not be embarrassed to take away the funerary objects, which was a huge advantage.
The fat man rolled his eyes and grabbed a small dagger.
“Oh, it’s really heavy. Wait, is this black gold? The same material as the knives of Uncle Ming, you and my brother?”
The shell of the dagger has long been blue. There was a puddle of mud, and the gem inlaid on the handle of the knife was put away by the fat man with a smile, and the mud on the knife was wiped off. The fat man exclaimed in shock.
Under the light, the blade of the blade shines black and is extremely sharp. If you look carefully, you can see that this strange black metal is clearly the material of Hu Ming and the little brother's swords!
The palm-length black gold dagger is heavy, A rough estimate is that it weighs twenty or thirty kilograms!
"In ancient times, black gold was a very magical material. Its origin was unknown and its output was rare. We only know that the Zhang family has always controlled this strange metal."
"There is a high probability that it is an alien object."
"The forging process of the black gold knife is the unique secret skill of the Zhang family. Of course, my knife has another origin."
Hu Ming nodded in response. It was heavy and tough. This special metal was not suitable for forging cold weapons.