The old village chief sighed and said, "Let's do it now. But I want to talk to Miss Han alone."
The old village chief emphasized the word "alone", obviously hoping that Boss Hao would retreat, even if the other party was the future nobleman of their village, he did not give in on this matter.
Even though Hao Mei's curiosity was aroused and she wanted to know, she didn't mess around. Instead, she said very wisely: "It's getting dark. I'm going to rest first. See you all tomorrow."
After saying that, Hao Mei retreated with her men, leaving space for them.
After the old village chief saw that she had really left, he said: "Miss Han, please come with me. I need to show you something. A Ping, you can come with me."
Lu Ping, who was named, did not object at all. After handing Xiao Shuizhu to her third aunt to take care of her, she followed the old village chief and Han Fei to a house at the east end of the village.
Han Fei raised her head and looked at it. She said that the house did not look very similar. It was very short, only one floor in size, and round. It was different from the houses in the village. The door was locked, and there was a cover on it. The big rusty lock looked like it had been locked for a long time.
Han Fei didn't quite understand why the old village chief brought her here, but Lu Ping became a little emotionally unstable after arriving at this place. Her eye circles were red, she covered her mouth and didn't speak.
Han Fei noticed something strange about her, but was sensible and did not ask until the old village chief took out a key, opened the big lock, opened the door, and a scent of fragrance came from inside.
Han Fei was slightly surprised when she smelled the smell. It smelled like sandalwood. Was there sandalwood in it? But the cost of this kind of wood is very high, and it doesn't look like something that a waterside village can have.
Unexpectedly, it was not dark at all inside, and was filled with fire. If you look closely, you will find two rows of candlesticks. There are more than a dozen candlesticks in each row. The candles are lit on top, and the wind that comes in blows in. It blows brightly and extinguishes it, but it is not extinguished.
The entire space was quite brightly lit by candlelight, so the things inside were enough to see clearly.
Han Fei was shocked by the scene in front of her.
There is a huge stone tablet in the middle. What words are engraved on it, but under the bright candlelight, Han Fei cannot see clearly. However, from the stone tablet downwards, the rows and rows of neatly arranged tablets are enough. Shocking.
All the tablets were arranged around the stone monument in the middle. At first glance, there were hundreds of tablets forming a formation. As Han Fei looked at it, the system suddenly made a sound in his head. , "This is the Ninth Army's command formation. I didn't expect to see it here."
Han Fei was stunned, but did not forget to reply in his mind, but muttered to himself: "Ninth Army Order?"
As everyone knows, when the old village chief next to him heard these four words, he suddenly turned his head, dumbfounded, looking at Han Fei as if he had seen a ghost, and said: "Miss Han knows the order of the Ninth Army? ! ”
Han Fei was also startled, and she accidentally let it slip. But when she saw the shocked expression on the old village chief's face, she went with the flow and said in a pretentious manner: "That's natural, these, cough cough , this arrangement is not the Ninth Army’s order.”
Seeing Han Fei speak so calmly, the old village chief felt a turmoil in his heart. All the resistance he had in his heart disappeared. What was left was a burst of surrender, and he even took on the attitude of burning the cauldron.
But Han Fei, who was completely unaware and was showing off, was wrangling with the system with her hands behind her back.
"Taobao, what is the Ninth Army Order?"
For the first time, the system's tone was no longer cheerful, but it was very serious: "I didn't expect to encounter the Ninth Army Order here. It seems that the host's guess was correct. This village really concealed something very important. .”
Han Fei also became interested and said, "Tell me quickly!"
"The host is anxious. The old man will tell you a lot of things. Just listen first while I look for information about this world. It seems that some things are beyond our expectations."
Seeing this, Han Fei had no choice but to pull out of her mind and step in.
After entering, I just faced those tablets, and the shock in my heart became stronger and stronger. Those tablets were all engraved with a name, and the surname at the beginning was Shui. It looked a bit like the ancestral temple in Shuibian Village. .
Han Fei was even more interested in those candlesticks and pointed at them: "Won't these candles go out?"
These candles were not extinguished at all when the door was opened. According to the traces of the lock, no one should have been here for a long time. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary candles to burn for that long.
Sure enough, the old village chief explained: "That is the eternal candle, it will never go out."
Han Fei's eyes lit up and she said enthusiastically: "There are still such candles in this world!"
The old village chief said in a more respectful tone: "The candle wick is made of century-old black silk, and the candle oil is made from the swim bladder extracted from the white silk fish, which can burn forever."
Han Fei was completely confused listening to the old village chief's explanation. Are there such magical things in this world? But in order to maintain her "enigmatic" appearance, she naturally showed a clear expression.
Sure enough, the old village chief had no doubts about anything.
The system feels more and more that its host must be very suitable to be a magic stick, the best at deceiving people!
Han Fei quickly looked away from the candlestick and saw Lu Ping kneeling on the ground almost sobbing, her eyes lingering on the last spiritual tablet for a long time.
The old village chief sighed and said, "Aping, don't be too sad, Shuizhu still needs you."
Lu Ping barely wiped away her tears and stood up, but her eyes were still full of tears. Han Fei couldn't help but look at the spiritual tablet, which had several words neatly engraved on it, the title of Shui Muxiong, the general of the Shui family.
Han Fei was a little surprised when she saw the word "general".
The old village chief said with a nostalgic tone: "Mu Xiong was a man. It's a pity... He didn't die on the battlefield, but died in an unknown corner."
Han Fei pursed her lips and said, "General?"
The old village chief showed a somewhat self-deprecating smile and said: "Yes, Miss Han may not believe it. Our Shuibian Village was once an army in a famous town, but now, there are very few people who know us. Well, in that era, too many people died!"
While listening to the words, Han Fei slowly cast her eyes on the majestic stone tablet in the middle. After taking a close look, Han Fei discovered that there was no font engraved on it, but a pattern, like a certain The pattern of the flowers is very light, but very beautiful, like a piece of art.
Han Fei could tell at a glance that this was a monument without words.