Chapter 49 Chapter 49: The Fairy Fruit on the Third Floor of the Ancient Building

"What is fairy fruit? Is it the same type as pancake fruit?" I remembered a manga, in which there are many fruits that give you superpowers. Thinking of this, I feel strangely funny. I looked at the fat man, and the fat man said: "I heard from my sisters. This guy is a very awesome lady. Once she went to a boss's house to 'deliver food' and saw hanging in the boss' room. A box, the boss refused to touch it, and said it was a fairy fruit. She didn't understand, so the client asked her if she had seen "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang". Sitting in meditation on the Luanjia is the same as rootless water. This person has a very high Buddha nature, and he has never touched the world of mortals since he was born. The same is true for some things. They have never fallen to the ground since they were made, and they are all hung up. Preserved, the box containing this kind of treasure is called fairy fruit. I just heard of it, but I didn’t expect there to be so many here.”

"Are you fucking reliable?" I said, "I also heard a story. In the past, the eunuchs had a baby room, and all the things cut from them would be put in a box and hung on the The same is true in the treasure room, there are all kinds of boxes, and some eunuchs’ treasures have their own special rooms. I think this place is the treasure room.” "You mean, there are tens of thousands of dicks hanging from the ceiling on the third floor of the Zhang family's ancient building? Damn, the aesthetics of the owner of this house is really outrageous. Absolutely impossible!" The fat man pulled out his submachine gun and said, "Find one, Fatty, I'll show off my skills, and I'll give you a hundred-step piercer."

I saw that he was coughing and his face was turning blue, so I said, "Don't f*cking talk about it, just hit him casually." The fat man pointed to the one in the distance: "Let's do things in a stylish manner. Look over there, the smallest one." I didn't see clearly, but I saw him raise his hand and shoot, and a box hanging on the ceiling in the distance fell down. , fell to the ground and rolled a few times. We covered our mouths and noses and waited until the dust cleared before passing.The fat man picked it up, it was a wooden box, and the outside was also very rotten.The fat man pried it open with an iron bar and dumped the contents on the ground.

It was a withered hand with two oddly long fingers, but they were not the same as Poker Ping's. The fat man and I looked at each other without speaking.The fat man stood up and immediately shot several more shots.I opened the box and found that it was full of withered hands. Some hands were completely rotten, and there were a few bones, but I could see that the fingers of these hands had problems. Moreover, some of the unpacked boxes are new and some are old, and the ages vary greatly. "The dicks of the Zhang family are very distinctive." The fat man teased me, "Are you good at this one?"

"Fuck off." I cursed, looking at the top of my head, "here is a Tezuka. These hands obviously have the characteristics of the Zhang family, and there are so many of them, and the ages are different. You know that many Chinese died overseas How did you get back when you were going to be buried in China?" I paused, glanced at him and continued, "The body is too heavy to be preserved, so they only brought back part of it. I think these hands are probably those whose bodies have been buried It was damaged and could not be buried. So I cut off a hand and buried it here in this form."

"Then why are there so many?" "War." I said, "there are so many people, it must be because of a large number of fires, or wars. Of course it is not a big war, but since ancient times, large-scale tomb robbers have their own armed forces, not only tomb robbers, but also chaebols in many places. Armed, these people are very strong local armed forces during the war." "Then do you remember the corpses we fished out of the lake?" the fat man asked, "They didn't have hands either, they were all chopped off." "These hands all have obvious characteristics of the Zhang family. The reason why the hands were cut off must be because of hiding their identities besides burial." family."

"It's the Zhang family?" Fatty muttered a little bit, "It's too messy, what's going on?" These hands aroused my strong curiosity, and I couldn't wait to follow the footprints of Poker Bottle to continue exploring and found the next flight of stairs.We climbed up. Going up this level, I saw a lot of wooden fences at once-this level finally became normal.Like many towers, there are many compartments and corridors inside.We went forward from the stairs and found that all the compartments were closed, and the windows were pasted with black paper, so we couldn't see inside at all.

The fat man took a few steps forward, found a room and pushed it, and found that it was locked. He raised his foot and wanted to kick it, but immediately remembered that the dust was coming, and immediately retracted his foot.We used our clothes as fans to remove the dust from the door, and then the fat man poked a hole in the black window paper with an iron spike. We peeked inside, and the room was pitch black, and even the flashlight shone into the hole, but couldn't see the whole picture clearly.The fat man took out the self-made flare he found from the dead man, lit it and threw it into the hole.

The thing ignited the aluminum foil and lit up the room in one go.I realized that this thing is actually a large fire bag, which has been improved by these tomb robbers, and the working people are really ingenious.We put our eyes on it again, and found that the room was not big, at most three square meters, and there was a large black wooden coffin inside. The walls are covered with wooden signs full of words, and I see that they are all Chinese characters in lower case, which seem to be epitaphs. The flames dimmed within a minute, and the fat man threw another one in, looked more carefully, and said, "I didn't run away, this floor is the tomb chamber, this row should be full of them."

I made an estimate: this floor is at least 2,000 square meters, and this one is two to three square meters, that is to say, there are about a thousand such rooms.There are about a thousand coffins and a thousand dead people here. "Does the Zhang family have that many people?" The fat man said, "How big is this family." I said: "The chaebol family in ancient times was very large. Have you seen it? Do you know how many people there are in a Grand View Garden? There are 450 in the one written by Cao Xueqin alone. The number of the Genghis Khan family is estimated to be tens of thousands. You and I may have the genes of the "golden family" at that time. The Manchu royal family also had a large population. In history, as long as a family can prosper for three generations, by the third generation, there are tens of thousands of people in all places. It is not a problem. This family identity Special, the rise and fall are not affected by the change of history, I am afraid that the family is even bigger. Those who can share a small room here are probably very powerful people from the same family. The other seven cousins ​​and third cousins ​​are all in the upstairs It's hanging down."

The fat man said: "Good guy, thanks to the dementia of my younger brother's generation, otherwise China would not be occupied by them." "The third most common surname in China is the Zhang surname. 'Qingyang Shenghui, the fifth son of the Yellow Emperor, watched arc stars, began to make bows and arrows, and made bows and arrows. He worshiped arcs, so he became the Zhang family.' It is not surprising that the Zhang family is a prominent family." I said, "Did you smell anything strange?" During our discussion, a strong smell of anxiety came over, and the fat man smelled it: "It's okay, it's the burnt smell of the flare just now." I don't smell right, the smell is very strong, and it has a temperature, not like the smell of cold smoke. "No, no." Before I finished speaking, I saw some lights flickering in the room we just looked at. I leaned over and took a look, and I knew it was over. Just now, the incendiary bomb was thrown on the floor inside. The floor was made of wood. The temperature of the incendiary bomb was so high that the floor was actually burned. "You're in big trouble, bitch," I said. "Hurry up, Kettle." "It's okay, just a small fire?" The fat man said, he lifted the lid of the kettle, took a sip and sprayed it into the hole.It was useless to spray a few mouthfuls. The water in the kettle was all sprayed out, but the fire was getting hotter and hotter. The entire ancient building is made of wood, and this is the middle floor. If it burns, the entire ancient building will be ruined. "Now I admit that I have caused great trouble," said the fat man, looking at the beam above.Originally, as long as I kicked the door and jumped a few times, the small fire would definitely be extinguished, but I am almost sure that the poisonous powder that has been on it for nearly a thousand years will kill us before the fire goes out. "Use urinating." I remembered a past story that my third uncle told me before, "Do you urinate?" "Damn it, it's full of powder, who knows if it will burn my 'little brother'. I have already sacrificed my lungs for my little brother, and I don't want to sacrifice that again." "It's okay, you poke a hole on the top of the window, use your eyes to see from above, and aim from below. At most, some powder will get on it, and it will be fine after peeling off a little bit of skin." "Then why don't you pee?" "I didn't drink that much water." I scolded, "Hurry up, it won't matter how big your bladder is if you don't pee." The fat man looked at me, at his crotch, and at the flames inside, and made up his mind with a "ah!" "Then squat down!" I squatted down, and the fat man took off his pants with a bang, exposing his shorts, and he came towards me, stepping on my shoulder.I heard the fat man yelling: "Eat me like a dog..." I really didn't expect the fat man to be so heavy. When I fell down, my collarbone made a cracking sound, as if it was broken.I couldn't bear his weight at all, and I fell over in one fell swoop.Before the fat man could finish the word "whip", it changed into "I rely on", and he threw himself on the wooden door.The whole wooden door was knocked down by him and fell to the ground. The flame was obviously extinguished in an instant. When I saw that the situation was wrong, I immediately shouted: "Hold your breath." As they spoke, the two immediately covered their heads with their clothes, covered their mouths and noses, and fiercely protected their faces. I had a premonition that the dust must be floating down like snowflakes afterwards, but what I didn't expect was that there was only some slight dust this time.Fatty and I waited for a while, fluttering the dust off our hair, and felt strange. "Is there anyone cleaning here?" the fat man asked. I shook my head: "Maybe it's because the windows here are made of this kind of black paper. You see, the layers we walked through before are all made of white window paper, which is rotten. The black paper here is still It’s in good condition, presumably it has been specially treated.” I fiddled with the dust under my feet, and found that the dust was also very thin and gray in color. I touched it carefully and found that these are real dust, not dust. I breathe a sigh of relief - it's relatively very safe here.I thought I would be completely rotten, and it seems that empiricism is still not enough. Just thinking about it, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I found that my trouser legs and the door that we pushed down were full of water.After smelling it, I let out a long sigh: "Fatty, you fucking didn't stop the car, did you?" "Damn, I just let go of the gate, and you fucking fell down. Can you be more reliable? If you can hold on a little longer, I can finish peeing." The fat man lit a cigarette and patted his own. The crotch, "I spent all my last time retracting my fetish, otherwise I would fall down like this and get stuck in the door. Damn it, no matter how hard the gun is, it will be useless." I said: "Put the things back first." Standing up and shaking the trousers, I turned on the flashlight to read the words on the wooden signs on the walls around the coffin. The wooden sign was rotten badly. Judging from the text on the first few lines, I found that it was an introduction to this person's life, and the text was all in ancient style. I read it very quickly, and suddenly there was a hint of ecstasy in my heart.Although the things written on it are not what I want to know, they are too valuable. It seems that some core secrets of the Zhang family can be deduced from them. Moreover, this secret is no longer speculated from various information.The life written on the epitaph can basically be confirmed to be 100% true.