The fire was raging in the study, and bursts of "crackling" sounds could be heard from time to time. But I stood on the wooden ladder, helpless. There was no water at all, so I could only pray that the fire would not come over.
My eyes were staring ahead, but there was no focus point, but I always felt that the fire in front of me did not happen because of me, but someone did it deliberately, because the candlestick slipped weirdly in my hand. I feel like there is an invisible force that wants me to see the pictures in the scroll.
Those paintings must have hidden a huge secret, some important information, that made them burn down the entire study in order to prevent me from seeing it.
It's a pity that the fire was too strong and I ran away too quickly. I failed to bring out one or two scrolls, and I watched such important information slip away in my hands.
The fire in the study illuminated the entire wooden staircase, but even so, the end of the wooden staircase could not be seen. This staircase seemed to lead to the eighteenth level of hell.
I looked up and down. About two floors up, there was a small house that was basically the same. The space between the houses was made of stone walls. I didn't know if it was solid or if it was made of stone inside. There is space.
Probably because of the blocking effect of the stone wall, the fire in the study did not spread to the two rooms above and below it. After confirming that the fire would not spread to the wooden ladder, I turned around and walked towards the next room. Go down.
Although there is a stone passage similar to a pavilion from the wooden ladder to the door of the study, when I stood on the wooden ladder and watched the fire in the study, my body was still sore from the heat of the fire, and the diving suit was tight. , so at this moment, I feel like the skin on my body is already as hot as a piece of fried pig skin, and there may even be bubbles in some places.
When we entered the water, we didn't expect to stay underwater for such a long time. We didn't know that there was a space without water at the bottom of Poyang Lake, so we had nothing but the diving suit and a pot of hot water. At this moment, I can only bite the bullet and go down, see if I can find Xiangyu and the others, and find the exit by the way.
Fortunately, I had just had a few sips of strong wine, so now my body is a little high and full of energy, but also a little dizzy.
I was very interested in the paintings that were buried in the fire in the study, but now it is irretrievable. Therefore, I placed my hope on the houses below, thinking to myself: If there is really any ulterior secret, then I I don’t believe that there is not a single flaw in their entire house that I can find, unless the entire house is burned down.
Curiosity inspired me to take great action. Without any hesitation, I set off towards the next goal in strides.
The height of each wooden staircase is about twice as high as our modern ordinary stairs. Therefore, after walking more than twenty steps, I arrived at the room below the study.
The fire in the study was still on, so I could see clearly the objects around me.
I don’t know why, but the corridor in front of the house in front of me is covered with soul-drawing flags. The style is exactly the same as the soul-drawing flags I saw in the willow forest.
Maybe it was the air flow brought about by my rush that caused the originally motionless soul-inducing flag to suddenly float. All of a sudden, a slight "lingling" sound filled my ears.
The sound of the soul-drawing flag came with a hint of evil wind at the same time. The evil wind was swaying on my body. In an instant, my goosebumps rushed over the fried pig skin in the diving suit and floated on the top layer of my skin. My heart also
Jumped with a bang.
I stood on the wooden ladder and froze for a while, a little hesitant, not knowing whether to go in. My strong curiosity drove me to walk over and open the door, but my huge fear made my feet move slowly.
I didn't move fast, so although I took a few steps forward, I finally stopped in the corridor, hesitant.
Although I was very nervous, I finally convinced myself. The experience of Wawu Mountain told me that the more this kind of place is, the more worthy it is to go in and see, and maybe there will be unexpected gains.
Isn't this dark red stone piece accidentally obtained in the ancient pagoda?
Thinking of the dark red stone flakes, I suddenly remembered what Lao Li said. Anyway, there is this amulet.
After giving myself several more "reassurance pills", I finally took another step forward.
Halfway through the corridor, I already saw the two leaves of the carved wooden door two meters away, each covered with a square piece of white silk.
Could it be possible that this is a mourning hall?
Thinking of this, there seemed to be a rush of air in my head, and then my whole body trembled, and I shuddered, and my steps stopped. How could I not be afraid?
But I'm afraid. I have to go in and take a look at the thousand-year mourning hall set up in a walled building at the bottom of the lake before I can give up. What if there are some important clues here?
Later facts also proved that my decision was correct.
After overcoming the fear in my heart, I continued to move forward with small steps.
Finally standing in front of the carved wooden door, I took a breath, said to myself, "Come on, come on," and opened the door.
Although I was mentally prepared in advance, I was still frightened the moment the door opened.
The house was decorated like a mourning hall, with white curtains hanging on the beams. Between the curtains were coffins. I stood at the door and counted a few, there were ten coffins in total.
Did this family suffer a disaster? There were actually ten coffins placed in one mourning hall, almost occupying the entire space in the room.
I stood at the door and didn't go in. In addition to being afraid, there really wasn't much space left in the house for me to walk in.
However, I still squeezed in.
Walking around the coffin, the ten coffins were arranged like this. In the middle, facing the front of the mourning hall, were two golden nanmu, which were very delicately carved. On the front of the coffin, the head of the coffin was painted with the stele hall crane.
Deer, glass, and two snow-white cranes spread their wings over the tile hall. On both sides of the hall are green pines and cypresses with strong ginseng tribe. In front of the hall are Fen
The fragrant and gentle grass, in the middle of the grass is the stone path leading to the hall, which looks very elegant. The whole picture decorates the entire coffin head like a fairyland room. The entire villa is pure and clean, with the coffin head directly on top.
With the three characters "An Le Palace" written on them, I feel that the coffins contained in these two coffins should be the elders with the highest seniority and the highest status in the family.
In front of the golden nanmu coffin, there are two sandalwood coffins with inferior workmanship. There are also two sandalwood coffins in the row in front of the sandalwood coffin. There are two smaller coffins on both sides of the wooden coffin. It feels like
To hold a child in a coffin.
Seeing these coffins in front of me, I immediately thought of the three children playing in the nave, and the child who was alone and rocking the wooden horse. In total, there were four children.
My legs started to feel weak, but I still managed to walk to the two small coffins that were closer to me.
This sandalwood coffin and golden nanmu coffin are both high-quality wood. In ancient times, they could only be used by the royal family and not by ordinary people. I don’t know what kind of status this family has, but even their children can use it like this.
Nice coffin.
The coffins had not yet been nailed, so I hesitated and opened one of the two small coffins.
As expected, the person inside the coffin was a little girl. Her clothes had rotted away, and her petite white bones were exposed in front of my eyes.
The child had a wreath made of colored glaze on his head, and there were no obvious injuries on the bones on his body. He didn't know why he died at such a young age.
I moved my position, walked to the coffin next to the little girl, and then opened the coffin lid.
The first thing that caught my eye was the gold ring on the little boy's head. The peacock carving inlaid on it was exactly the same as the Peacock King bracelet in my grandma's trousseau box. Except for the size, everything else.
But what made me freeze in place was the little boy's blue head.