The solid wooden door clattered, and a crisp click rolled up from the key hole. A light came out from the crack of the door, and a little boy appeared at the door.

The light behind the door illuminated the downward steps in front of him.

"Hey, hey."

The cute little boy held the ice coke in one hand and walked down carefully while holding the handrail, until the little hands touched the switch on the wall. He stood on tiptoe and pressed it down, and the bright light immediately illuminated the basement.

It is just to use the basement to describe what he saw in front of him, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the vast variety and number of collections here as a museum.

The little boy was shocked by the scene in front of him. He never thought that there would be such a huge place like a palace under his house. He looked up at the door in confusion. He remembered that his house seemed not one tenth of the size here?

How can such a large museum be hidden under a small house?

His little head is now full of big doubts.

It was not until the canned Coke turned his hands red that he grinned and remembered his purpose of coming here secretly. He put the Coke on the table and ran freely in the huge hall like a gust of wind.

"Hmph, grandpa is so stingy. There is such a fun place. He actually told me that he would wait until I grow up before coming in. It's too much!" The little boy ran around this museum, completely unaware that the space around him seemed to be conscious, folding and extending as he ran, like an invisible water curtain.

Where the little boy ran past, strange patterns that he could not see were spread on the floor. These patterns flashed. The roads in the huge space were undergoing unknown changes, and the purpose was to prevent the little boy from getting lost because of running around.

The museum has a wide range of collections, including blue cubes that look unknown for what it is, huge skulls burning with raging flames, jade slips that are arranged with hazy light, and robes that look very old.

In a corner of the museum, the little boy's eyes burst out with starlight, because he saw a crystal sword completely suspended in the air.

The sword is slender and has no sword grid, and it is crystal clear in its azure color.

The little boy had a strong intuition.

Rather than saying that this sword is a collection, it is better to say that it is worshipped here?

He hesitated for a while and did not dare to go up and touch it, because his grandfather often taught him not to touch sharp things easily, otherwise he would hurt himself if he was not careful.

There was a sound of running dongdong and dongdong. The little boy shrank his neck and guessed that it must be his sister who liked "Iron Man" the most and fell in love with dismantling anything he saw was looking for him. He couldn't help but be glad that he didn't bring the dismantling mad sister here, otherwise she would be fooled by her, and her grandfather would definitely not be able to spare him.

The little boy didn't dare to touch those weird things, and his eyes were so stupid that he saw an ancient book on the bookshelf that looked very old.

He brought a chair to take off the book, hugged the ancient book half a person tall, and came to the table, and read it with the cold Coke.

In ancient books, there are some photos that are also very age-like, black and white or colored. They start from photos from China's reform and opening up period, and follow the historical timeline, back to World War II, World War I, Second Industrial Revolution, etc.

Although the little guy with soft black hair is old, he has read a lot of books under the guidance of his grandfather, so he can fully understand these photos.

There was a large gap in the next ancient book, which looked like an album. He flipped through it impatiently because he vaguely remembered the birth of the earliest photography technology in human history and around 1837. Before that, there shouldn't be any photos.

Just as he was about to close the album, his eyes trembled suddenly and suddenly stopped moving.

At the end of the album, he saw an extremely bright and clear photo.

This photo gives people a strong sense of incongruity. It is clearly a sense of heaviness that has experienced the ever-changing changes, but it also has a picture that is far beyond the accuracy of modern photography.

The photo was taken at the location of the ancient hall, where a group of people with different clothes and appearances stood intimately with their arms around their shoulders.

The little boy's eyes remained motionless, frozen on the man in the black robe in the crowd. The man's eyes were filled with tenderness and deep eyes, as if he could see him in front of the album across time and space.

For some reason, the little boy was covered in his spiritual eyes with a layer of mist.

"I said, you naughty guy, where did you go to make trouble again? It turned out that you secretly got the key and ran here." The little boy's neck was chilling, and he was so shocked that he quickly turned around, only to find that grandpa had already taken the can of unfinished coke at some point that had iced around his neck.

The old man in a big jacket shook the jar and said angrily: "Drinking less of this kind of thing will not be good for your health."

The little boy nodded quickly, wiped away the tears in his eyes, stood up on the chair and hugged the old man intimately, "Grandpa, don't you blame me for coming here secretly?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "You naughty ghost can't stop anyone. You can see it. What else can I do grandpa?"

The old man sat on the chair with his good grandson in his arms and saw the photo. He was stunned for a while and hadn't spoken for a long time. The countless memories flashed in his eyes.

The little boy grabbed the old man's silver beard and asked relentlessly: "Grandpa, grandpa, is it good to tell me the story of this photo? Where is the place in the photo? Who are those people...?"

The old man's seemingly turbid eyes passed through the layers of bookshelf and landed on the crystal long sword. He sighed that time was alive, hugged the little guy in his arms tightly, and the corners of his mouth were warm.

"There is a call to Qingyun Mountain."

"The man in a black robe standing in the crowd..."

"It was the human emperor from the land of Jiuzhou back then."
Chapter completed!