cloudy day

Chapter 696
In front of him was an older middle-aged man, somewhat similar in appearance to Gong Shumo, dressed in ink-colored clothes, but looked a little more easy-going.

When the middle-aged man saw me, he was slightly taken aback, and asked about my background, why I knew their family code.I did not hide anything, so I revealed my identity and purpose.

"So you are Zhao Changsheng. My name is Gongshulun, and I am Gongshumo's third uncle." The middle-aged man introduced himself.

I hurriedly greeted them politely, but Gong Shulun refused to let me see Zhang Deaf and Gong Shumo, saying that this was a secret of the Gongshu family and that outsiders were not allowed to enter.

From Gong Shulun's words, I seem to be able to hear some. He also blamed me for causing Gong Shumo's legs to be disabled and his arms to be broken.However, when I took out the corpse demon's head, Gong Shulun's attitude changed.

"This... is this the head of the snake girl? You got rid of this evil?" Gong Shulun asked in surprise.

"That's right, I got rid of it with my own hands yesterday, not for anything else, just to repay brother Gongshu's favor! Alas, it was because of this corpse ghost that brother Gongshu's legs were disabled and his arms were broken. Can we see you today?" It doesn't matter to them, but third uncle please hand over the head to Brother Gongshu." I said politely.

Gong Shulun glanced at my blind left eye, sighed and said, "Forget it, come down with me. In fact, Gong Shumo has been interceding for you, and we know very well that you are not to blame. Speaking of it , You got rid of Snake Girl, and you have avenged the ancestors of our Gongshu family, and you are our benefactor."

Gongshulun motioned me to follow him into the tree hole. When I went in, it turned out that it was an elevator, which made me think of an underground ghost city. Could it be that the Gongshu family also built a city underground?

But when the elevator door opened, I realized that it was not what I imagined... I was completely shocked by the sight in front of me. I saw blue waves rippling on the blue brick floor under my feet. I looked up and was surprised to find the calm and clear water. The lake is floating above!

"How...how could this lake be suspended in mid-air?" I asked in surprise.

But Gongshulun smiled slightly, and said to me: "It's not that the lake is floating in the air. The residence of our Gongshu family was actually a sinkhole, which was formed by the impact of meteorites thousands of years ago. In the past, we used wooden traps to cover it up. The tiankeng, but in this way, the outside sun will not shine in. Therefore, more than ten years ago, we used modern architecture and physics, combined with our mechanism techniques that have been passed down for more than 2000 years, to use super glass that is harder than steel The dome is built with keels made of transparent materials, and the clear river water is poured into it to form the lake you see."

"This... this is amazing!" I looked at the shimmering light and said in amazement.

"It seems that the lake is very deep, but it is actually an illusion of refraction and reflection. In fact, the lake is less than half a meter deep, otherwise even the super glass would not be able to bear the weight." Gong Shulun said to me.

I sighed and nodded, and looked around. Under the warm sunshine, I saw that the space under the tiankeng was similar to the village outside. The houses were well arranged and there were some fields and poultry.

At first glance, there is nothing strange about it, but upon closer inspection, the villagers walking around are all wooden figures. They are dressed in plain clothes, but their faces and exposed skin are made of wood. of!

"This...these are all wooden figures? How...how could they move?"

"It's not surprising. No matter how sophisticated our mechanism is, it can't compare to the rapid development of technology. These wooden figures are like robots, responsible for guarding this sinkhole." Gong Shulun said.

"Third Uncle, why didn't I see that other public losers are busy creating mechanisms?" I asked curiously.

"There are less than 20 members of the Gongshu family staying here. Most of the Gongshu family are either doing business or serving the country. No one wants to stay in this remote village. Nowadays, who cares about the spirit of craftsmanship." Gong Shulun said with a sigh.

And when his words fell, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "What the third uncle said is true, our 5000-year-old craftsman spirit in China is getting less and less, and the number of real craftsmen is even less. Chasing fame and fortune..."

(End of this chapter)