This attic is quite large, and the farther you go, the farther away you are from the door. When you reach the deepest point, you can only see a gleam of white light from the back door. At this time, if you want to hear the sound, go to the upper floor. Look, it's kind of tangled. I am not so scared. It was Fang Jinyue who was a little trembling. He grabbed me and Chongyang's back collar not to let go. It seemed that I watched a lot of horror movies when I was studying.
"Would you like to check it out?" I asked Chongyang.
Chongyang didn’t deny it. Of course, it’s just listening to my thoughts. Since Chongyang has this confidence, then I definitely have the amulet. I have the amulet in Ningchuan. If I don’t dare to go, I asked Fang Jinyue, "Do you want to Go outside and wait? The sun is warm outside."
Fang Jinyue thought for a while, then shivered and said, "But I like excitement."
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"You seem to be so panic that you want to tear off my back collar."
"Fear of ghosts, but it doesn't prevent people from watching horror movies." Fang Jinyue said quietly.
Seeing that this kid was going, he was fairly secure along the way, and he nodded, took out two flashlights, and one of them held the trekking pole in his hand.
To be honest, when I was buying equipment, I must not dare to bring controlled knives into Tibet. There were also checkpoints along the way. It was only after arriving in Luozha that Hu Qinan bought some self-defense things, but he did not dare to be too swagger. There was no folding stick. I bought one, but I bought a trekking pole with all my strengths. Do not seek lightness, but strive for greater strength.
After turning around twice, I found the wooden stairs leading to the second floor.
I still don't see the usefulness of such a row of attics, at least not on the first floor.
The floor of the wooden staircase was a bit decayed. I didn’t dare to step on it, so I let Fang Jinyue, who was lighter, wade thunder in front. The job of wandering thunder was done by myself, and others were gloating. Always pay attention. After all, Fang Jinyue's eldest cousin is Fang Jindong. In other words, I owe his eldest cousin a life, and in the end I didn't even leave a whole body to others.
Fang Jinyue was cautiously in front, one step by step, and he heard a click. Half of Fang Jinyue's body fell down. I was behind him and grabbed one of his hands. Chongyang wanted to come up to help, but the stairs were narrow. In addition, it may not be strong over time, so I don't dare to let go and use force. Now I am the only one holding Fang Jinyue.
This kid looked a little smaller, and he was too heavy. I was an adult who couldn't catch him, but I quickly realized that there was a problem. This kid just stepped on the stairs instead of falling. He himself There is a point of strength, how could I even be unable to hold him. It's not that I can't catch him, but that something is pulling him down.
"Something grabbed my foot." Fang Jinyue pulled her foot up twice and said. At this time, although his voice was trembling slightly, he was much calmer than I thought.
"Go and have a look below." I said to Chongyang.
Chongyang nodded, turned over with a flashlight, and went straight down the stairs. Good fellow, this hero has been walking with us mortals.
After being inexplicably relieved, I held Fang Jinyue's hands. The power coming from below was not too great, but it was just to the extent that I couldn't pull them. The two compartments were in a stalemate. I asked Fang Jinyue, "Is it a hand or something? thing?"
Fang Jinyue said hurriedly: "It doesn't seem to be a hand, it seems to be a finger, pinching my ankle."
I thought about it for a while, and roughly guessed that this position is already a bit high. Even if Fang Jinyue’s feet are stepped on the air, it is difficult for an ordinary person to hold his foot with one hand if he is forced to use his fingers. Hold it, it's possible.
Just barely pinch, such an awkward posture can offset the exertion of Fang Jinyue and me, it is a bit scary, and I don't know that Chongyang can deal with it.
There was a loud noise below, and the stairs collapsed. Fang Jinyue and I also fell together. Fortunately, the height was barely acceptable. I adjusted my figure as soon as possible and grabbed Fang Jinyue who was lying on the side. "Let go!" he said in surprise.
"Is anyone hurt?" I asked him, shining the flashlight towards the sound.
"It's okay."
I nodded, and saw the dust irritated under the light of the flashlight, Chongyang slowly stood up and picked up the flashlight that fell aside. I saw that he was okay, so I let out a sigh of relief.
"What is it?"
"It should be a person, I didn't see it too clearly."
"Ran?"
"After I got down, I saw a wooden door hidden. It was ignored by us. After I kicked it away, the stairs collapsed. I didn't see the situation clearly at the time. It was just a figure standing there and grabbing Fang Jin. Yue Daojiao should be hiding now."
Chongyang has always been vigilant. Of course I didn’t panic with him on his side. I started to use a flashlight to carefully look at the compartment under the stairs. It turned out that there was no cave in this stairwell. It should have been deliberately hidden in a wider area. The space, the size of the floor area is no less than the outside lobby, but there are a lot more things placed in it.
The flashlight swept over it roughly, and it seemed to have been neatly arranged for a few moments.
The air is still filled with a faint fragrance.
I smelled it carefully, "Isn't it poisonous?" Fang Jinyue asked cautiously.
I pretended to be calm and said: "No problem."
Fang Jinyue only then relaxed and panted. The lingering feelings made me a laboratory rat. I knocked him on the head with great care, and the three people walked over to those big men.
Most of the faint scent is a bit talkative, and most of it has something to do with those big urns. Chongyang said: "Be careful."
I nodded, and the three of them pointed at the large urns neatly arranged in the dark. Compared with the lobby, this space has less light from the outside sunlight coming in from the cracks, indicating that the sealing here was paid attention to during the construction.
Sure enough, after I walked in, the faint fragrance became more intense, I would be really poisonous...
The tycoon is quite tall. I stood underneath and compared it. It was already over my size, but the urn was quite thin. The widest part was only about the diameter of two adult men standing side by side, and the smallest bottom was just as strong. Enough to stand on two feet.
I looked up, and the urn was tightly sealed with a mud seal, "Is it brewed?" Fang Jinyue asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, the scent is not wine, don't pickled spicy cabbage, you said that if you found spicy cabbage hundreds of years ago in Tibet, would the stick still say that the kimchi belongs to them?"
Chongyang said: "Then you have to find kimchi hundreds of millions of years ago."
The other densely packed tycoons were placed there, similar to the first bite. After walking a few steps deep, Chongyang stopped, handed me the flashlight, and lowered his head to the urn, not knowing what to look at. Then he stretched out his hand to buckle on it, and came out with a piece of paper in private.
"It was originally attached to the urn, but it will be glued together with the urn for a long time, and the color will become black, making it less conspicuous."
I leaned over and took a look. The paper was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly. Fang Jinyue said, "There's more."
He also learned the appearance of Chongyang, and took one from the urn.
I also looked at it carefully, and the urn was actually covered with this kind of paper, but it was fused together without careful observation.
"It's kind of like a spell," I said.
Thinking of this thing as a natural thing, I became more curious about what is inside the urn, but to be honest, I didn't dare to rush it. Who knows what is inside, I should be careful.
Fortunately, when I continued to go deeper, I found something different.
The big urn inside is not as deadly sealed as the outer ones. Many of the urns have been mutilated. Basically, there is a hole in the urn. We took a flashlight to look inside. It was dark and we couldn't see anything except the smell.
As long as the big urn is broken, there must be sticky oil all over the floor, but it should be more sticky. If you step on it, it is sticky and sticky. It is estimated that the oil is installed in the urn.
We looked around, and finally saw a badly broken urn, the whole mouth of that urn was broken. (End of this chapter)