Daomu Biji

The fat man patted me, and he was trembling like me.

My heart said, finally arrived, it's not easy for the mother. Tears are about to come down.

The whole building is dim, without any light source, showing an ominous atmosphere. I never thought that Zhangjiagulou would be such a huge building.

Where are they? Anxious in my heart burst out: "Zhang Qiling!" I shouted.

The echoes from the empty mine caves came. I roared several times, and the echoes filled almost the whole space.

I said in my heart: absolutely impossible to hear. If they are still alive, it is absolutely impossible to hear.

Wait until the echo slowly disappears, and the whole space returns to the cold silence.

I panted and waited for a response from anywhere.

However, I waited for a long, long time, and the silence was not broken. My uneasiness started to roll over, and the nightmare that always existed in my heart.

What if they were all dead?

I have been reluctant to think about the issue, and now it has rushed in front of me, and I can no longer escape.

There is no response, everything is so deadly, as if we were the first visitors in the past thousand years, even the sleeping undead cannot be awakened.

"Let's go." The fat man patted me on the shoulder. "It's life or death, you have to see it with your own eyes, isn't your uncle saying?"

I lit a cigarette, smoked three times, and then threw it to the ground: "Go!"

The door of Zhangjia Ancient Building is completely off-white. I touched it and found that it was all dust. The door decayed very badly, all the window paper on it had been decaying, and you could see that it was completely dark.

I looked at the lattice windows-typical Qing Dynasty buildings, and it was really the style of thunder.

"Here." The fat man said to me. I saw that there were several places on the pane where the dust was hit. The fat man pushed up and the door was opened.

The door shaft made a harsh creaking sound, and then there was dust everywhere.

The fat man and I took a step back immediately, covered our mouths, and waited for the dust to slowly fall.

I looked at the fat man, and the fat man made a "you first please" action. I tilted my head and said, "Don't you take the lead in the past?"

The fat man said: "This is not to give you a chance to show. If you can't do it, then I'll come."

I took a breath: "Yes, then I'm welcome." Then I walked toward the door.

It was dark inside. I scanned it with a flashlight and saw a huge space. This is a huge floor with four pillars standing in the middle of the hall.

There is nothing on this floor. I only saw a lot of equipment in the middle of the room.

We walked over and found that it was indeed a stuffy oil bottle. Their equipment bag was all covered with white dust. The fat man looked at the beams above his head. It was completely the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty, and there were countless patterns on the roof. Today, no matter what angle the building is viewed from, it is pale white.

"Why is this place so big?" The fat man squatted down and shook a package, and I found that it was a food package. The white ash on the bag was shaken, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and immediately pulled the fat man back.

The fat man covered his mouth and looked at his hand, his hand was already reddened.

"Dust of strong alkali," he said, "The deformed buddies didn't lie to us. It seems that the younger brother encountered them once, otherwise the equipment will not be covered by such a thick powder.

"Things are here, what about people?" I said, the heart said that it wouldn't disappear all the time, even if it disappeared, there would be traces.

I think the atmosphere is a little strange, but I can't tell where the problem is. The fat man asked me to treat my wound first. There is strong alkali dust here. If it gets on the wound, it will be troublesome.

I did not notice in the chaos just now that the place bitten by the insects no longer bleeds, but if not treated, it is likely to be purulent.

After I was bandaged, I looked at the fat man's watch, and the fat man asked me if I wanted to find it separately. I thought about it, but I still don't think it will work. Who knows what will happen in this building, two people are going to die together, a hundred, not so much trouble.

The fat man flashed the light, slowly shaking the powder on the equipment bit by bit, and saw that a lot of equipment was turned on. He went up and counted, and said, "The gas masks and flashlights are not there. They should have put down their equipment here and then explored lightly."

There is a huge hole in the center of the ceiling of the ancient building hall, which should be formed by corrosion. The shape of the edge of the hole is very irregular. There are also many pieces of rotten wood on the ground, all of which have become cotton wool-like things, covered in a very thick white powder. We used a flashlight to shoot up, and we can see the ceiling on the upper floor, the same situation.

The first floor was clear, and we walked to the side. According to Feng Shui theory and the consistent design habit of style Lei, the best place for the stairs of an ancient building should be at the edge of the building, generally in the east. Of course, such a large building should have stairs in all four directions, otherwise the running distance is too long and too troublesome.

But we searched carefully around the hall several times, and we didn't find the stairs up. The fat man muttered: "Is the staircase outside the ancient building? The design of the ancient building has a staircase specially designed for viewing, winding up the ancient building."

My heart said, "God's Day, what good view is there in this place." After going out for a turn, I found that the style of mine and mine are consistent, and I think there is nothing good to see, and there are still no stairs outside.

I'm leaning on, is Zhang's family all blowing snow at Ximen, and they go upstairs to lift their pants, and don't need stairs at all?

Back to the building, the fat man went to find the rope in their luggage, and found that the rope was no longer there, and said: "Maybe there is no stairs in this place. They took the rope, maybe they used the rope to go upstairs."

"There must be a place where you can use the rope." I said to myself. There are powders of strong alkali everywhere, there is no gas mask, there is dust everywhere when it is shaken, needless to say inhalation, the eyes will be squinted and you may be blind in an instant.

When I was puzzled, I suddenly thought of the feng shui problem that Xiao Hua told me about by the lake. Zhangjiagulou is located in the place where the bones are sucked and sucked. The so-called Longlou Treasure Hall is all for the purpose of long-term peace. Zhangjiagulou, on the contrary, devours the dragon veins and destroys the dragon veins.

I seem to have heard before that in some places the stairs need to be scrapped to achieve a certain Feng Shui effect.

But the abolition does not mean that they are not really used, but only that they do not build visible stairs, but they will be marked with invisible stairs. There must be a place on the second floor.

We continued our search and soon focused our attention on a few pillars. A few unicorns are carved on the pillars, and the body looks like a dragon, and the heads of several unicorns are very prominent.

The fat man kicked a few feet, kicked the relatively floating dust, and hid aside. When the dust calmed down, he wrapped his mouth and nose with his clothes and climbed up.

It really is here. We stepped on Kirin's head and quickly climbed to the top of the pillar. After a push, I found that the floor above was still.

"It's stuck," the fat man said. After talking about the large amount of white ash that shook from the top, the fat man immediately jumped back and ran away, coughing constantly, and the coughed sputum was bloody.

"This place can't stay for a long time, even if the organ is not activated, the internal organs will rot after a long time," he said. As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a click, and the unicorn he had stepped on just now moved. Then, a staircase came down from the top.

I looked at the fat man and immediately climbed up carefully. We were shocked by the flashlight. We see that on the second floor of the ancient building, there are countless shelves, and at a glance there are hundreds of them, one by one like the upper, middle and lower berths of the train, but with more layers.

What makes people uncomfortable is that we can clearly see that the shelf is covered with iron figurines.