The walls were hung with wooden signs full of words. I looked like Chinese characters in small regular script, which seemed to be in epitaphs.

The fire burned for a minute and it became dark. The fat man threw another one in, looked more carefully, and said, "I haven't run away. This floor is the tomb room, and this line should be all."

I estimated that this floor is at least 2,000 square meters, and this one is two to three square meters, which means there are about a thousand such rooms. There are about a thousand coffins and a thousand dead people here.

"Does there be so many people in the Zhang family?" said the fat man, "How big is this family."

I said, "The ancient chaebol family was very large. Have you read "Dream of the Red Chamber"? Do you know how many people there are in a Grand View Garden? Cao Xueqin alone wrote 450. The number of Genghis Khan's family is estimated to be tens of thousands. You and I may have the genes of the "Golden Family" at that time. The population of the Qing Dynasty royal family was also quite large. In history, as long as a family could prosper for three generations, and by the third generation, it would not be a problem that there were tens of thousands of people in various places. The Zhang family has a special identity, and the rise and fall is not affected by historical changes. I am afraid that the family will be even larger. Those who can divide a small room here are probably very awesome people in the family, and the other seventh cousin and the third cousin are all hanging downstairs."

The fat man said, "Good guy, it's a blessing that my brother's generation is dementia, otherwise China would not be occupied by them."

"The third largest surname in China is the Zhang family. "The fifth son of Emperor Huangdi, Qingyang, shook his wings, looked at the arc stars, and then made the bow and arrows, which were the bows and arrows, and were the main worship of the arc, so it became the Zhang family.' It is not surprising that the Zhang family is a prominent family." I said, "Did you smell any strange smell?"

During our conversation, a strong burnt smell came over, and the fat man smelled it: "It's okay, it's the smell of the flare just now."

I smelled something wrong. It smelled very strong and it was warm, not like the smell of cold smoke. "No, right." Before I finished speaking, I saw some light flashing in the room we had just seen.

I leaned over and saw that it was over. The incendiary bomb was thrown to the floor inside. The floor was made of wood. The temperature of the incendiary bomb was very high, and the floor was actually burned.

"Dog Damn, you're in trouble." I said, ", kettle."

"It's okay, isn't it just a little fire?" said the fat man, and he said, lifting the lid of the kettle, taking a sip and spraying it into the hole. Spraying a few sips was useless at all. All the water in the kettle was sprayed, but the fire became more and more prosperous.

The ancient buildings are all made of wooden structures, and this is the middle floor. If it is burned, the whole ancient building will be done. "Now I admit that I have caused a big disaster." The fat man said, looking at the beam above. Originally, just kick the door and flick it a few times, the small fire would be extinguished, but I can almost certain that the toxic powder that has been above for nearly a thousand years will kill us before the fire is extinguished.

"Use urination." I remembered a past event that my third uncle had told me before, "Do you have urination?"

"Damn, it's all powder on it. Who knows if it will burn my 'little brother'. I've already sacrificed my lungs for my brother, and I don't want to sacrifice that anymore."

"It's okay, you poke a hole in the top of the window, look at the top with your eyes, aim at the bottom, at most some powder will be stained, and it will be fine if you take off some skin."

"Then why don't you pee?"

"I haven't drunk that much water." I cursed, "Hurry up, no matter how big your bladder is, it will be useless if you don't pee."

The fat man looked at me, looked at his pants, then looked at the fire inside, and made up his mind, "Oh" and said, "Then you squat down!"

I squatted down, and the fat man took off his pants, exposed his shorts, and rushed towards me, and stepped on my shoulder. Then the fat man shouted, "Dog God, eat me..."

I really didn't expect that the fat man was so heavy. As soon as he got off, my collarbone made a crackling sound, as if it was broken. I couldn't bear his weight at all, so I fell down. Before the fat man could finish his word "whip", he turned into "Damn" and rushed to the wooden door. The entire sect gate was knocked down by him and slapped to the ground.

The flame was obviously shot out in an instant. When I saw that the situation was wrong, I immediately shouted: "Hold your breath."

The two of them immediately wrapped their heads with their clothes, covered their mouths and noses, and protected their faces tightly.

I had a premonition that the dust must have floated down like snowflakes afterwards, but what I didn't expect was that this time there was only a slight dust. The fat man and I waited for a while and thrust away the dust on our hair, and felt strange.

"Is anyone cleaning here?" said the fat man.

I shook my head: "Maybe it is because the windows here are made of this kind of black paper. Look, the layers we walked past are all made of white window paper, which are rotten. The black paper here is still intact, and I think it must have been specially treated." I fiddled with the dust under my feet and found that the dust was also thin and gray.

I carefully touched and twisted it, and found that these were real dust, not dust.

I let out a long breath and it is relatively safe here. I thought I would be completely ruined, but it seems that empiricism is not good.

Just as I was thinking, I smelled a very uncomfortable smell, and then I found my pants and the door water that was overwhelmed by us. After smelling it, I sighed: "Fatty, you're so damn bad, aren't you?"

"Damn, I just let the gate open, you fucked down. Can you be more reliable? If you can hold on for a while, I will finish peeing." The fat man lit a cigarette and patted his pants. "I spent all my time retracting my magical objects, otherwise if I fall like this, I will get stuck in the door. Damn, no matter how hard the gun is, it will be ruined."

I said, "You stuff the things back first." I stood up and shook my trouser legs, and then fired my flashlight to see the words on the wooden signs on the walls around the coffin.

The wooden sign is very decayed. Judging from the text on the first few lines, I found that this is an introduction to this person's life and ancient style.

I finished reading it very quickly and suddenly felt a little ecstasy in my heart. Although the things written on it were not what I wanted to know, they were too valuable. From it, it seemed that some core secrets of the Zhang family could be inferred.

Moreover, this secret is no longer inferred by various information. The life written on the epitaph can be basically confirmed to be 100% true.
Chapter completed!