Hu Ming didn't get any interest in these things that he had known for a long time, and still looked at the ring marks with a frown.

Suddenly, Hu Ming pointed like a knife, and under the astonished eyes of several people, he used his skill to explore the cave with his fingers. He was like lightning, and he stabbed him hard at the center of the ring!

Crack~!!!

The crisp sound of the wooden board was broken, and Hu Ming's fingers easily penetrated the coffin, opening up a hidden small space.

This is a square space of about three inches.

A small and exquisite square seal lies quietly inside.

Looking at this extremely familiar small ancient seal, Hu Ming's eyes suddenly became straight, and he took out the little thing in disbelief and looked at it carefully.

It is simple and vicissitudes. Two rows of eight small characters of ancient seal are carved on it - the blessing of the heavenly officials, there are no taboos!!!

This thing is clearly the hair seal hanging on Hu Ming’s chest!

Subconsciously, Hu Ming covered his chest and confirmed whether his haircut was still there.

"The Zhang family of dogs, the Faqiu Tianguan... Sure enough, history has always been written by people. We must not believe it, nor can we believe it all. If anyone believes it all, it will be a fool!"

Hu Ming smiled expressionlessly, and he probably understood.

The Faqiu Seal was already destroyed by the Guanshan lineage during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty?

fart!

To put it bluntly, Hu Ming even believes that the Zhang family is one of the origins of the ancient Chinese industry of fighting!

The Zhang family members were good at watching stars and finding dragons for generations and exploring caves with two fingers. Isn’t this the standard configuration of Faqiu Tianguan?

It is not difficult to understand that the orthodox Faqiu Yin has been controlled by the Zhang family since a certain era, right?

As for the one that was destroyed by Guanshan lineage...

During the Ming Dynasty, the Zhang family was not weak yet. Is it difficult to play Guanshan Feng's family as a monkey?

With the Zhang family’s background, is it difficult to create an opportunity to make a real and fake print? And is this really the only thing about the print? What’s going on with the Yin and Yang Seals?

Holding the hair seal with one hand and avoiding the sight of several people, Hu Ming simply put it into his portable space, and had no intention of revealing this true history to several people.

In any case, the first time the matte prints obtained from the system were genuine, which is enough.

As for this second genuine Faqiu Seal... Hu Ming hadn't figured out how to deal with it for a while.

After a while, Hu Ming and his friends slowly walked out of Zhang Ruitong's mourning hall.

As always, Fatty doesn’t care that Zhang Ruitong is Zhang Qishan’s grandfather. After all, Fatty is not from the Nine Gates, so there is no good relationship with Zhang Qishan, right?

All the precious burial objects under Zhang Ruitong's body entered the fat man's pocket.

At this time, the four of them were exploring the depths of this level with vigilance.

The strange footsteps that appeared and sometimes disappeared were getting more and more frequent.

Even if Hu Ming did not remind him, Wu Xie and the other two subconsciously began to be alert. In the dark, there was a huge danger constantly approaching.

Deep in the corridor on this floor, the footprints tracked by Hu Ming and the other four suddenly stopped abruptly, and there was no trace of people in front of them.

Hu Ming turned the light upwards.

Sure enough, a crack was smashed open on the ceiling by violent means!

"Is it right above?"

Xiaohua looked at the black crack and murmured.

"Well, the sound comes from there."

Hu Ming nodded slightly, pulled up onions in a dry land, rose up on the ground, and jumped halfway through his body and rushed into the crack more than three meters high.

"Down~"

With the ability of the night eye, and even without the need for lights, Hu Ming had already seen the crack clearly, and whistled slightly frivolously.

The upper floor is actually not the standard floor of the ancient building, but a special storage space similar to a secret room.

It is estimated that it is about 30 square meters, and the shelves around it are filled with countless precious calligraphy and paintings.

Obviously, the Zhang family knew the domineering defensive measures of their ancient building, and they were reluctant to let these precious things be damaged, so they specially built such a closed secret room to store these things.

Huo Xiangu had long known the final defense measures of the Zhangjia Ancient Building, and he tried his best to get the architectural drawings of Style Lei, in order to find such a safe place to save lives.

But...

In the huge space, corpses were lying on the ground.

The dried corpse of Huo Xiangu was lying quietly in a circle of people. The standard configuration of the Huo family women, the snow-white skin, was now covered with a layer of darkness.

The corpse spots unique to the dead have already crawled all over their bodies, and there is no such thing as beauty.

It seems that these people have been suffocating here for a long time. Even though they are wearing gas masks, Hu Ming can still clearly smell the smell of shit and urine...

It sounds disgusting, but it is a fact. After a closer look, the clothes on the lower body of these dead people have long been dirty and difficult to see.

Even Huo Xiangu is no exception...

What makes people feel most frustrated is that all these people have dry faces, bleeding from their seven orifices, and countless dark red bloodstains gathered under their feet along their seven orifices, leaving behind dark red dry blood.

Coupled with the dead face and a thrilling and desperate expression, this is simply hell on earth.

Turning over to the top, Hu Ming gestured to Wu Xie and the others below, took off the gas mask, and didn't bother to worry about it. He sat next to the "corpse" sitting cross-legged on the side.

This is a guy.

"Tsk, if it weren't for my amazing sensitivity and my hearing was even more than ordinary people, I would really think you're really dead here."

After lit a cigarette, Hu Ming patted the motionless young man's body, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and joked.

The young man did not react at all, and did not move at all, as if he was really as powerful as a corpse.

But Hu Ming keenly discovered that there was a faint bullying in his chest every few dozen seconds, and the sound of breathing could also be heard in his ears.

Looking closely, there was a pair of exquisitely shaped silver bracelets on the young man's wrists.

In the darkness, the pair of silver bracelets emit a faint and strange halo, and as the young man's breathing sounds fluctuated,

"...You are here indeed...you shouldn't have come in..."

"Go away quickly...time...time is too late."

"It...it's already fed...it's already awake..."

Just as Wu Xie and the other two climbed up the ladder, the lights filled the dark room, the guy's eyelids trembled slightly, and his dry lips squirmed.
Chapter completed!