After saying that, I waved the "Kangxi treasure sword" of the old sheepskin. According to the old sheepskin, this sword was a royal object used by Kangxi during the war against Galdan. It was later awarded to Mongolian princes and princes. The sword had a long handle and a long blade, and the body was straight and oblique. Not only did it have a long blood groove, but also a golden silk dragon embedded on it, which was sharp and luxurious.

Although this sword is a four-year-old sword, it is a royal object after all, and it is a sharp weapon for the blade, so it will definitely be eccentric. However, I also said these words casually. As for whether Kangxi's weapons can be eccentric, I certainly don't know. At present, I must find some excuses to make everyone feel that they have a backer, otherwise if they encounter any unexplained abnormal phenomenon, everyone will turn their heads and run away.

We made up our minds and took action immediately. We first hoped to find an unenclosed room and go out through the window. If we could go into the basement, try not to enter the basement. Although the building was completely black and there was no difference between upstairs and downstairs, the basement was underground after all. Perhaps due to psychological suggestion, we chose to go upstairs to check first.

While reciting the highest instructions, the four of them were brave enough to speak to each other and walked up to the second floor. Ding Sitian said: "It is not a real advantage to have an advantage but not a preparation. You see, all the power supply lines in this building have been cut off. It seems that this building has indeed been used before, and I don't know why it was abandoned for some reason."

I said, "I think this building is not as simple as abandoned. There are so many rooms that are sealed with bricks and cement, as well as the cracks of windows that are sealed from the outside, and large mirrors on both sides in front of the door. This must be because we don't want something to enter or leave, but we don't feel too stuffy inside, which means there are actually ventilation holes inside, which is really confusing. This is called bad people, good people don't come, friendship, or invasion?"

The fat man said, "Is it necessary to ask? It must be an invasion. If someone offends me, I will offend reactionary things. If you don't beat them, you won't fall down. If you make me angry, I will demolish the building. I will dig three feet into the ground and find out what shameful things are hidden here. I will squeeze out the egg yolks."

The old sheepskin advised: "It must be the gods we ate in the water. How can the gods eat? Now that we have suffered retribution, we are locked in this white box and can't escape. I dare to admit my life."

I said to the old Sheepskin: "All rights belong to our workers, peasants and soldiers, what gods and immortals? I forgot to tell you that you only eat the fish yourself, and there shouldn't be three of us here if you are retribution. In addition, this place is not a white box. It may be a building built by the Japanese. Didn't you know that there were Japanese here before? Your brother Yang Erdan disappeared when he entered the Hundred Eye Cave. Was he killed by the Japanese?"

Lao Sheepskin could not think of this floor, and was stunned: "Down with the local tyrants and evil gentry, could my miserable Erdan brother be killed by the Japanese?" I did not answer Lao Sheepskin, one mystery after another, was covered with the "Hundred Eye Cave". It is hard to guess what happened here, but one thing is certain, this building must have been built by the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War. Instead of letting Lao Sheepskin superstitiously attribute the disappearance of his brother to the cause of monsters, it would be better to let him count this account on militarism and imperial cultivators, so that at least it would turn his grief into strength, rather than constantly nagging about what retribution he would suffer after eating a few fish.

As we were talking, we had already walked through the stairs on the second and third floors. The rooms on these two floors were still blocked. Some of the original Japanese signs in the building had been scraped off, leaving only some traces that were not easy to identify. The corridor was like the first floor, separated by brick walls and could not enter the other half of the building. Why is this happening? Could it be that there is something in that half of the building? It is also possible that the other half of the building was completely made of bricks like the rooms in the building.

Although we were not ready to fight an unprepared battle, the situation in front of us was like a blind man riding a blind horse. In the middle of the night, in this mysterious environment full of dangers, I had no idea what to face. I was puzzled. It seemed that it would be useless to continue looking for it. We stood in front of the brick wall of the corridor on the second floor and decided to turn around and look for it.

Just as he was about to set off, Ding Sitian, who was as careful as his hair, found some clues on the brick wall. The appearance of the brick walls in all rooms was almost the same. They seemed to be built at the same time and were all firm and unbreakable. However, the brick walls in the corridor on the second floor had seven or eight square bricks, but they looked a bit special. Although the colors of the bricks were similar, this brick seemed to be inconsistent with the entire brick wall in the corridor. It seemed to be slightly different from the old and new levels. Moreover, the bricks were also in and out, not as neat as the other brick walls, and there was no cement bond between the gaps. If Ding Sitian had not been sharp-eyed and meticulous, it would be difficult to detect that these bricks had been opened and backfilled, or were they deliberately left on the solid wall?

In addition to the old sheepskin still thinking about his brother's experience, Fatty and I were sincerely excited by Ding Sitian's discovery and were ready to remember her. Fatty was impatient and immediately wanted to tear down the wall when she saw that there were several bricks on the wall that were alive.

I stopped the fat man, squatted in front of the brick wall and looked over and over again, and knocked it with a scabbard a few times. However, the bricks were too thick, and it was difficult to tell whether the other side of the wall was empty or solid, but these dozens of bricks could be moved and disassembled. What was inside the wall was completely unpredictable. I bit my lip and hesitated for a moment. I was in a deadlock. If I don’t tear down the brick wall, I saw that it was not a matter of the end. And most importantly, our kerosene lamp was only as big as a bean, and the foreign oil was about to burn out, and there was no lamp oil to replenish. There would be no light in this building even during the day. Before completely losing the light, I must find a way to escape as much as possible.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I have to make twelve points of effort. I became determined and began to pull off the wall bricks with the fat man. Ding Sitian was illuminating us with a light next to her. Lao Sheepskin also reached out to help, took the broken bricks and placed them aside.
Chapter completed!