The fat man slapped me, and he shivered like me.
I said to my heart, it's finally here, it's not easy. Tears are almost coming down.
The whole building is dim, without any light source, presenting an unknown atmosphere. I never thought that the Zhangjia Ancient Building would be such a huge building.
where are they? The eagerness in my heart burst out: "Zhang Qiling!" I yelled.
There were echoes from the cave of the empty mine, and I roared several times, and the echoes almost filled the entire space.
I said to myself: It is absolutely impossible not to hear it. If they are still alive, it is absolutely impossible not to hear them.
I waited until the echo slowly disappeared, and the whole space returned to the cold silence that made people feel.
I panted and waited, waiting for a response from anywhere.
However, I waited for a long, long time, and the silence was not broken. My anxiety began to roll, and the nightmare that had always existed in my heart.
What if they all die
The problem that I have been reluctant to consider has now rushed to my front, and I can no longer escape it.
There was no response, everything was terribly quiet, as if we were the first visitors in nearly a thousand years, and even the sleeping undead could not be awakened.
"Let's go." The fat man patted me on the shoulder. "It's dead or alive. You have to see it with your own eyes. Didn't your uncle say it?"
I lit a cigarette, took three puffs, then threw it to the ground: "Go!"
The door of the Zhangjia Ancient Building was completely off-white. I touched it and found that it was all dust. The door decayed very badly. The window papers on it had all rotted, and it was completely dark inside.
I looked at those lattice windows—a typical Qing Dynasty architecture, and it turned out to be the handwriting of Xing Lei.
"Here." The fat man said to me. I saw the dust was knocked off in several places on the window pane. The fat man went up and pushed, and the door was opened.
There was a piercing creak from the door shaft, and then dust puffed up everywhere.
The fat man and I immediately took a step back, covering our mouths, and waiting for the dust to slowly fall.
Fatty and I looked at each other, and then he made a "please please" action. I tilted my head and said, "Didn't you take the lead in the past?"
The fat man said: "Isn't this giving you a chance to perform. If you can't, then I will come."
I took a breath: "Yes, then I'm not welcome." Then I stepped toward the door.
It was pitch black inside. I swept 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 was nothing on this floor, I only saw a lot of equipment spread out in the middle of the room.
We walked over and found that it was indeed a stuffy oil bottle and their equipment bag was covered with white dust.
The fat man looked at the beams above his head. It was entirely in the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty, with countless patterns on the roof. Now, the whole building is pale white no matter from which angle it is viewed.
"Why is this place so big?" The fat man squatted down and shook a package, and I found it was a food package.
The white ash on the bag was shaking, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable, so I immediately pulled the fat man back.
The fat man covered his mouth and looked at his hand. The hand was already red with burning.
"The dust of strong alkali." He said, "The deformed buddies didn't lie to us. It seems that the little brothers encountered them once, otherwise the equipment would not be covered by such a thick powder."
"Things are here, where are the people?" I said, my heart said that it won't all melt away, even if it does, there will be traces.
I think the atmosphere is a little weird, but the fork can't tell where the problem is. The fat man asked me to treat my wound first. There is strong alkali dust here, and it will be troublesome if it gets on the wound.
I didn't notice in the chaos just now, the place where the bug bite is no longer bleeding, but if it is not treated, it is likely to become pus.
After I was bandaged, I looked at Fatty's watch, and Fatty asked me if I wanted to find it separately. I thought about it, but I still don't think it works.
Who knows what's going to happen in this building, two people are going to die together, one hundred times, not so much trouble.
The fat man flashed a flashlight and slowly shook off the powder on the equipment little by little, and saw that a lot of equipment was turned on. He went up to count, and said: "The gas mask and flashlight are not there. They should have put down their equipment here, and then proceeded to explore."
There is a huge hole in the center of the ceiling of the ancient hall, which should be formed by corrosion, and the shape of the edge of the hole is very irregular.
On the ground, there are also many rotten rhyme fragments, all of which have become cotton wool-like things, covered in thick white powder.
When we look up with a flashlight, we can see the ceiling of the upper floor, which is the same situation.
The first floor was clear at a glance, and we walked to the side. According to Feng Shui theory and style Lei’s consistent design habits, the best location for the stairs of an ancient building should be on the edge of the building, generally on the east side.
Of course, for such a big building, there should be stairs in all four directions, otherwise the running distance is too long and too troublesome.
But we carefully searched around the hall several times, but we didn't find the stairs going up. The fat man murmured, "Could the stairs be outside the ancient building
In the design of the ancient building, there is a staircase specially used for viewing the scenery, winding up the ancient building. "
I said to my heart, ***, what's the view in this place. After going around for a while, I found that the style of Lei was the same as mine, and I also thought it was nothing good. There was still no stairs outside.
Damn, don’t Zhang’s family members from Ximen Chuuxue, go upstairs with their pants, and don’t need stairs at all
Back in the building, the fat man went to look for the rope in their luggage, and found that the rope was not there, and said, "Maybe there are no stairs in this place. They took the rope, maybe they used the rope to go upstairs."
"There must be a place where the rope can be used," I said to my heart. There are strong alkali powder everywhere here, without a gas mask, and dust is everywhere when shaken, not to mention inhaling, and if you narrow your eyes, you may be blind in an instant.
Just when I was puzzled, I suddenly remembered the Feng Shui problem Xiao Hua had told me about here by the lake.
The ancient building of Zhangjia is located in the place where the bones are sucked and the marrow is sucked. The so-called Dragon Tower Hall is for the purpose of long-term safety, while the ancient building of Zhangjia is the opposite.
I seem to have heard that in some places, 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 will mark invisible stairs. There is a place to go to the second floor here.
We continued to search, and soon focused on a few pillars. There are several unicorns carved on the pillars, which look like dragons, and the heads of several unicorns are very prominent.
The fat man kicked a few times, kicked off the floating dust, and hid away. When the dust calmed down, I covered my nose and mouth with clothes and climbed up.
It really is here. We stepped on the head of the unicorn and quickly climbed to the top of the pillar. After pushing it, I found that the floor above did not move.
"Anti-stuck," said the fat man. After speaking, a large amount of white ash was shaken off, the fat man immediately turned back and fled, coughing constantly, and the sputum he coughed up turned out to be bloody.
"You can't stay in this place for a long time. Even if the mechanism is not activated, the internal organs will rot after a long time." He said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a click, and the unicorn he had stepped on just moved unexpectedly. Then, a staircase descended from above.
I looked at each other with the fat man, and immediately climbed up cautiously. As soon as the flashlight shot, our hearts were shocked.
We saw that on the second floor of the ancient building, there were countless shelves, and there were hundreds of them at a glance, each of them resembling the upper, middle and lower berths of a train, but with more layers.
What makes people very uncomfortable is that we can clearly see that there are even iron figurines lying on the shelf.