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The candlelight is dim and the corridor is quiet.

The silence was actually a bit depressing, making people feel a little out of breath.

The eyes of the two became more solemn.

After a while, Ling Zihan turned around and ran in the opposite direction. She picked up the hem of her skirt and ran away in the direction she came from.

The cold, slightly urgent voice echoed in the silent corridor.

"I seem to have thought of something -"

"I'll go with you!"

Xuanyuan Huang caught up with her and followed her to the starting point.

Ling Zihan was seen looking up at the mural without saying a word. She just kept looking at it for a long time.

Sometimes he lowered his head in contemplation, sometimes he raised his head, and looked at the period-looking paintings with slightly puzzled eyes. After a while, he reached out and wiped his chin, and continued to think about something.

"Qing Qing?" Xuanyuan Huang also looked at the painting and seemed to see some clues. He called her gently. Seeing that she didn't respond, he reached out and patted her again and pointed to the inscription on it, "You

Look at those words."

"Words?" Ling Zihan stared at the place that she had thought was weird from the beginning. After looking at it, she suddenly discovered that there was a line of small characters there. However, these words were hidden in the painting and could not be discovered at a sudden glance. But

If you look carefully, you can identify it. "So that's it. But... what kind of writing is this?"

Looking at those characters that looked like ghostly drawings, Ling Zihan shifted her gaze from left to right, almost standing upside down to read.

However, I looked left and right and couldn't understand what was written.

I guess it's probably the ancient writing from that place!

"I know some ancient characters, but I have never seen this character before." Xuanyuan Huang found the clue, but couldn't answer it. He thought about it again, frowned slightly, then relaxed, and reached out to stop Ling Zihan's hand, rubbing it.

He rubbed the top of her hair and suddenly smiled and said: "Perhaps these words are related to the family of the Imperial Master. When you go back, I will copy them for you and then send someone to check them over there."

Ling Zihan sighed without leaving any trace, nodded obediently, "This is the only way."

"Then let's go and continue to find the exit." After saying that, Xuanyuan Huang held her in his arms and walked along the original path.

After walking a few steps, Ling Zihan looked back at the mural. Her cold blood-stained eyes suddenly became very demonic, and her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered something new. She stopped and her back suddenly stiffened.

She paused for a moment, the things in front of her made her hair stand on end with fear. But she blinked desperately and looked over again, and the mural returned to its original appearance.

Was the look back just now just her illusion?

It must be an illusion!

Ling Zihan cursed herself in her heart. She was really confused. She actually thought the mural would move on its own and it wasn't a projector!

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you? There's something wrong." Xuanyuan Huang seemed to feel her gaze, his eyes wandering between the gestures and Ling Zihan.

Ling Zihan shook her head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and narrowed her eyes, "It's okay. I was insane just now. I thought the mural was moving."

To be more precise, she saw the nine-tailed fox on the mural smiling at herself.

But she felt that she should not be so unlucky. Time travel and rebirth are weird enough. If the fox on the wall smiles, oh my God, she is bored, she is painted, she... But it is not impossible! Wait!

, what is she thinking about!

Just when Ling Zihan was thinking wildly, Xuanyuan Huang also turned over and took a few more glances. Apart from the strange line of inscriptions, he couldn't find anything wrong. But he didn't know if it was because of what Ling Zihan said.

Because of this, when he turned his head, he seemed to see the characters in the mural move. It was just a very subtle movement, subtle enough to be ignored.

"Let's go, stop thinking nonsense, let's go out." Xuanyuan Huang didn't care, he hugged Ling Zihan and continued walking, his evil voice revealed the tenderness he showed to her alone, his harmonious words were full of doting.

Said: "What you need now is a bucket of hot water, a soft bed, and a human pillow, and then you can sleep comfortably."

Walk all the way back.

Ling Zihan did not relax because she left the mural. On the contrary, she became more vigilant and her eyes became more serious. She glanced at each painting, as if she wanted to remember the faces in the portraits. The strange thing is that none of these portraits have

There is no record of the person's name or life, so it seems that you can only look it up yourself.

The corridor seemed to have no end, and Ling Zihan didn't know how far they had walked, but he estimated that they should have exceeded the scope of the room long ago.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of gurgling water from somewhere.

An idea flashed into my mind.

"This is close to the lake in Baihuayuan. That lake is drawn from the river water of the moat. It is a living water lake." Ling Zihan walked aside, squatted in the corner, and knocked on the wall. It was very solid. Then she looked around, and for a moment

There is really no way to guess what method this secret room uses.

What is the purpose of the construction? However, it seems that a lot of thought must have been spent, not only because of the formations inside and outside, but also because of its effectiveness in blocking water flow, the sturdiness of the structure, etc. I couldn't help thinking, "

How was this secret room built?"

If she was the one who built the secret room, where would she put the mechanism?

"Qingqing, here is the curtain, the same as before." After walking through a long corridor with blank scrolls hung on both sides of the wall, Xuanyuan Huang suddenly stopped and opened the long corridor that clearly had paintings on it to continue forward, causing people to feel

Illusionally, the same coarse cloth curtain as before between the room and the corridor.

Outside the door curtain is another world of its own.

When the candlelight shines in, it reflects a dazzling golden light.

The tall, twelve-fold gold-inlaid jade screen, which is half as tall as a man, stands behind the curtain, as if to block something. Not to mention what it is meant to block, but look at the screen in this chapter. It is placed here.

A secret underground chamber with no trace of it

It's a bit too luxurious! Not to mention the market price of gold is enough for many people to eat and drink for a lifetime, even the jade pieces embedded in gold that are made into pieces and cannot be priced at a price are enough to make people staggeringly admire.

It's time.

But if you are shocked here, you will not be able to see the world behind it.

Ling Zihan looked around the screen up and down, then followed Xuanyuan Huang around the screen.

In front of you is a spacious "main room" with curtains made of silkworm ice silk, beams made of fine red sandalwood, tables and chairs made of huanghuali wood, cups and pots made of mutton-fat jade... Even the cushions on the chairs are worth a fortune.

I bought Sui Gong and Bohai Ocean yarn.

The dancing veils, carved beams and painted buildings, and exquisite objects are all priceless treasures. For example, the huanghuali is extremely rare. If it is not the royal family, it is impossible to afford it. Just knock off a bench leg and it is enough for ordinary people to eat.

How many lifetimes have it passed?

But this can only be regarded as gorgeous, because the conservatory on the left and the bedroom on the right are even more luxurious than the main hall. Especially the bedroom, the top is inlaid with countless bright pearls, and they are all round and beautiful.

Every corner of the whole house is extremely transparent. The appliances in the house are all of the highest quality. There are priceless antiques, hard-to-find ornaments, and even priceless ones that should only be heard among rumors.

Objects that only exist in .

And all of this is now covered in dust.

But the dust will not cover up the luxury here.

Ling Zihan looked at all this in surprise and became even more puzzled. All the questions in her mind were like a mess, tangled together, and nothing went smoothly.

All this is so weird.

If it weren't for the fact that she had taken the drawings from Ling Xiang before, confirmed them with Ling Xiang, and then had Silong come to confirm, she would really have doubted whether this was where Ling Xiang hid his treasure. However, if Ling Xiang

To hide the treasure, you probably wouldn’t hang those portraits in the corridor!

Although it is not yet certain who those people are, there are five people who can be certain. In addition to the three women who are closely related to them, the other two, one is a well-known mysterious national master, and the other, Xuanyuan Huang said, is Zi

The ancestor of the family. He is connected to the portrait of the first man in the mural. According to Xuanyuan Huang, he once saw that man's portrait in the underground palace where he worshiped his ancestors. As a founding hero, he was enshrined in the ancestral hall.

I can't help but make a bold guess, could this be the ancestral hall of the Zichen family?

However, saying it is an ancestral hall is a bit far-fetched.

After all, no one's ancestral hall would only house portraits, without explanations and tablets, let alone two such strange rooms on the left and right.

One is low-key, and is obviously for women, while the other is luxurious and inconspicuous, and does not differentiate between men and women, but men use it more to save face.

Because in the warm pavilion on the left, in addition to a couch carved out of a whole piece of agarwood tree roots, there is also a "glass"-like chess table and two boxes of precious black and white chess pieces. Surrounding the room are only

There are rows of shelves, encircling the empty space in the middle where the couch and the chess table are placed, which seems to be used for playing chess with others. And what is displayed on the shelves are all kinds of things that have been lost for a long time or have never been seen before.

arms.

Probably, the owner of this house is a man who likes to dance and wield swords, advocates "martial arts", and is extremely luxurious!

Oh, that person may also have a hobby and likes to listen to corners——

After walking around the house, Ling Zihan stopped in front of a separate knife holder. Perhaps because she was standing in the right position, she could faintly hear the sound of the wind.

Ling Zihan looked for the sound of the wind, and found several small holes in the wall. When she got closer, a strange yet familiar voice came from inside.

"Lord, Lord, you have to believe me, I really put her..."

"I haven't seen anyone, why do you want me to believe you!" A strange male voice penetrated the roof in a low voice. It seemed to come from somewhere else. It didn't sound very real, but it sounded like a sentence.

All poured into the ears.

"Lord, I really brought her in, but Ling Zihan is very cunning. I don't know if she discovered something. So, she left!" The woman continued to find reasons for herself, her voice was extremely panicked.

But Ling Zihan still heard it, it was Ling Hui's voice.
To be continued...