After several trips to the underground crypt, Lan Jue found that he had climbed the ladder more and more flexible.

The stone steps were very narrow. He held the stone wall one step downwards. The air smelled a slight smell of dust, but there was no smell of dampness. The stone wall with floating ash was very dry to the touch, and there was dust accumulation at the steps under his feet.

Obviously, this place has been sealed for a long time and no one has walked through it.

The stone steps are very rough and will not slip even if there is dust. In the past, not many people have walked through this steps.

Lan Jue speculated that he felt that he could really join the Ministry of Justice.

Finally, he went down to the last stairs, and an arched corridor in front was much wider than the one under the ancient well. The guard reported to Wang Yan and found a mechanism. Wang Yan looked around and ordered everyone to enter the corridor first and disperse from afar. A guard turned the stone pier at the entrance of the corridor. A stone door roared down. A faint sound of thudding came from outside.

The guard turned the stone pier again, and the stone gate opened again. He saw many arrows and gravels on the entrance of the corridor and the stairs down.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I finally saw some amazing people."

The guard picked up a few arrows and gave them to Wang Yan and Zhang Ping. Lan Jue also took one to look at it. The arrow accumulated dust and was heavy, the arrow body was iron, and it was slightly rusted, but the arrow was still very sharp.

"It seems that the years have passed, but I don't understand the style of weapons."

Wang Yan said: "It's not from this dynasty. Such an old style is worse than the previous dynasty. It's not fast and it can't shoot far. Our crossbows cannot be used. However, the workmanship and material are good. It seems that it's from the Chu dynasty."

Lan Jue smiled: "Brother Mo Wen is a master of weapons."

Wang Yanheran: "I was so naive that I was so knowledgeable that I finally met something I could recognize, and I laughed at you." He threw the rust arrows to the guards: "Put them all away, these are also considered antiques. It seems that this mechanism has not been moved for many years."

Zhang Ping squatted down to look at the ground. There were no traces of arrows or stones falling on the ground before, but now there are.

"The official thinks that this mechanism has never been used before."

There are lamps on all four walls of the corridor, which are also covered with thick dust. The body of the iron lamp is slightly rusted, the oil paste inside the lamp is dry and cracked, slightly sunken, and the wick also has signs of burning.

Wang Yan said: "Someone walked around here many years ago."

Lan Jue said: "With a lamp, it is convenient for people to walk around. The tomb and underground palace should not have been like this."

Wang Yan said, "It's interesting, this place is becoming less and less like a tomb."

Wumei whispered: "Can you... you have already understood the great way with the king, and the corpse has been removed and ascended, so the underground palace is arranged like this?"

Wang Yan sneered: "Talking about it."

Zhang Ping said: "Mr. Lan is right. The lamp is for people to illuminate, and there is no need for gods."

Wuming said without saying a word, secretly praying in his heart, "Immortal life and blessings, if you know His Highness the King, don't blame him..."

Everyone continued to move forward. Outside the arch at the end of the corridor, there was a large stone wall like a screen wall. It was different from the stone tablet in the ancient well. It was just a square naked stone, without paint or markings.

There was another stone pier beside the arch door, the same as the one at the entrance. Wang Yan said, "I think the usage is the same, so don't try it first, let's talk about it after reading it." He walked around the stone wall with everyone, and suddenly widened around, with three dark door holes standing in front.

But there was a wooden fence blocking in the middle and in front of the door opening on the right, but the door opening on the left was wide open.

Wang Yan said: "What Feng Shui says about this?"

Lan Jue said: "It should be nothing to do with Feng Shui."

The fences that blocked the two doors were made of tree branches. They were extremely rough, about half a person tall, and there were several stones blocked below.

Such things should not have appeared in this underground palace.

Wang Yan said, "Interesting, interesting, unexpected, and surprise everywhere."

Zhang Ping was touching the side of the stone wall facing this side, feeling a strange roughness under his finger, as if some fine sand was stuck to the stone. When he got closer, he could see shiny particles.

The guard bowed to Wang Yan: "Please check forward first by mercy." Zhang Ping turned around and said, "Sir, the official found something strange about the stone tablet. Can you turn off the lights for the time being?"

Wang Yan ordered the lights to be removed before answering the guards.

In the darkness, a faint green light floated on the stone wall.

It's a painting!

A curved thick line is like an old tree, with a few branches, and a lantern hanging on the longest branch. A very sloppy green rabbit squatted beside the roots of the tree under the lantern with its ears. He looked up at a green circle at a high place, and there were many small green dots flashing beside the circle.

Wang Yan said: "This circle is obviously the moon. Is this a picture of a green rabbit watching the lantern and watching the moon?"

Lan Jue said: "Or the original intention of the painting is a white rabbit, but the powder used to paint can only glow green."

Wang Yan said: "The gray rabbit and black rabbit are also made. No matter what kind of rabbit they are, they are a bit ugly, and they have no painting skills, but they are like a three-year-old child scribbling."

Lan Jue continued to look at the stone wall: "Although this painting is simple, the painting contains emotions in the pen, and it should not be written by a child."

Wang Yan touched his chin: "What kind of emotions can a rabbit have when sitting under an old tree and lights the lights to watch the moon? Yes, a rabbit can't climb trees. Who hangs this lantern on the branch?"

Lan Jue had no choice but to look at the painting like this, where the tree grew, whose lantern belonged to, who lit the fire, did the rabbit squat here by itself or others put it here... he could find a basket of problems and stick them to his next life.

And he felt that although the light emitted by this scribbled painting was like a ghost fire in the dark, it seemed not cold or terrifying at all, and could even feel warm. It was like the New Year pictures on the door during the New Year.

Wumei said timidly: "The Wuliang Heavenly Lord. The rabbit is a thing in the Moon Palace. He should have pounded medicine under the osmanthus tree. However, this rabbit sat under the tree on earth, with a mortal lamp on his head, looking up at the bright moon. Did it accidentally fall into the mortal world, looking at the full moon, waiting to ascend, hoping to return to the Moon Palace?"

Wang Yan said, "Why don't you say it's a rabbit that is just a couple? I fell in love with the one in the Moon Palace, so I stretched my neck to see?"

Wumei silently lowered his head and recited the scriptures, and a faint voice came from a distance: "Sir, there is still here."

Lan Jue was slightly shocked, and then he realized that it was Zhang Ping's voice.

Wang Yanming turned on the lights from left to right: "Where did this guy get into?"

Zhang Ping emerged from the door hole on the far left: "Sir, here."

Wang Yan frowned and strode to lead everyone over. Zhang Ping turned around and led the way. After entering the cave, it was a turn. Zhang Ping asked to turn off the lights again. After turning around, he saw a faint green light floating in the darkness and stretching forward.

Wang Yan went up to check and found that the green light was also painted on the wall. They were all on the left wall, about three feet above the ground, mostly crossings, and sometimes some patterns were added, some were circles, some were clouds, and some were birds, turtles or rabbits. They were all very clumsy.

Wang Yan's heart moved and suddenly realized.

Lan Jue said: "Are these painted for a child?"

About three feet is the size of an ordinary child of three or four years old. When adults in ordinary families coax their children to play, they scribble on the sand or paper, just like these paintings.

The paintings on the stone wall should also be for children to see.

"There was a child in this underground palace."

Wumei shivered: "Tomb, how can there be children in the tomb?"

It won't be... I have already cultivated the Nascent Soul and left the body...

Wang Yan said: "It's neither a ghost nor a god, it's a living child."

Lan Jue glanced at the paintings again and understood: "The woman in the sarcophagus put down the door leaf to death because it turned out that it was because..."

She has a child.

Wang Yan nodded: "Those criminals didn't know that she hid her child here, because she was afraid that the child would be discovered. They felt sorry for the hearts of all parents in the world."

He ordered to lift the lights again.

"Yao Cunshan left two sets of books for his descendants, which were the books stole from the Yao family after the remnants of Dongzhen Kingdom killed Yao Cong, one was "Qingwu Jing" and the other was "Baopuzi".

Hug, Pu, Zi.

Lan Jue was shocked: "Yao Cunshan took away the child of the Pu girl? Yao Cong, who was killed, and his descendants, are actually descendants of the Pu family?"

Wang Yan's expression was rare solemn, so he nodded again.

There was a depression on the wall in front, which was a door. The door leaf was not a stone, but a wooden door with iron tied with iron. A slit was slightly opened, and a slightly rusty iron chain was lying beside the door.

Wang Yan pushed open the door.

The lights illuminate the door.

The stone room is not very big, and there is nothing else in the room, except that there is a stove built in the corner on the same side as the door. There is also a water tank next to the stove.

There is also a door hole on one wall, connecting a small room inside. The room is also empty, but there is a bed against the wall.

The wooden bed is extremely simple in style and has never been painted. It looks like a bed used by poor people.

The stove and water tank are also used by ordinary people. The stove is made of stone bricks, and the water tank is an ordinary pottery jar.

Wumei explored the stove: "There is a flue here! The flue is in the mezzanine of the wall! This stove is really useful!"

Wang Yan didn't say anything, took the guard out, pushed open the next one, another one, and another door.

Some of these doors are tied up with iron chains, and some are half-closed, but all inside are exactly the same as the first door.

Even Wumei couldn't think about Feng Shui anymore: "Why is it like a place where people live everywhere?"

Zhang Ping, who had been silent, spoke: "There are indeed places where people live here."
Chapter completed!