Weird, really weird! Is this girl a freak in her own right?

Nian You: "That's strange, why is she the only one not afraid of strong light?"

Yu Fei: "What's so surprising? Her specialness isn't just this?"

Nian You: "Yes, and she has the ability to open locks easily. Thinking about it, it makes people envious and jealous!"

Yu Fei corrected her sternly: "Envy and jealousy, there is no hatred. The word jealousy is only used for women."

In the past, the two thousand-year-old monsters who had been following He Xiang closely for thousands of years were not enough. They also attracted two handsome young men to follow closely. What a blessing!

When he reached the West Town Gate, He Xiang turned around:

"Don't follow me into the tunnel. It's pitch dark inside and I don't have anything. I'm just afraid that you might bump into me and hold me back later."

You see, in the corner here are the huts and fields with an idyllic scenery, you... come and have a walk, or share your thoughts on today’s activities!”

Quack, quack, oh my god, a few leisurely geese came out from behind the hut.

He Xiang looked at this scene with interest:

"These locks are open by me and locked by me. You... following behind me are really getting in the way.

Seeing these geese, I remembered one thing. We have rescued all living people. And we can't just sit back and do nothing about these snow-white geese! Next, you will rescue these little animals."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nian You raised his head, raised his chest, stood at attention, saluted, and said:

"yes——si

!”

Naughty, He Xiangxiao rolled her eyes.

What about you? He Xiang looked at Yu Fei. Yu Fei nodded obediently and said seriously:

“Life is neither noble nor inferior, and everyone should be treated equally.

Brother and sister geese are all geese, take away both the big goose and the little one!"

Wu Youwu's valiant and heroic appearance, Wen Youwen's elegance and elegance, his wit and wit, and his humor and wisdom...

He Xiang looked at them thoughtfully and couldn't help but sigh: Two handsome young men driving a flock of geese, how beautiful!

It was important to get down to business, so He Xiang withdrew his eyes.

He Xiang opened the bottom level of the West Town Gate and was stunned by the scene in front of him. My God, poverty really limits imagination!

Is this still a dark, short, and narrow tunnel? Is it a high-level tunnel? Judging from its appearance, it should be the highest-level tunnel, used to welcome distinguished guests, right?

The tunnel is spacious and bright, with stairs and yellow carpets. Is it used to welcome the royal family and nobles? Look at the handrails, railings, and uniform white marble carvings. The large crystal chandelier above the head is like a giant open in the night sky.

Flowers hang at the highest point of the tunnel.

The walls on both sides of the stairs are hung with paintings and calligraphy by famous people from all generations, making this magnificent place look quiet and elegant. It is both ancient and modern, and it has both East and West.

The two thousand-year-old monsters were instantly attracted by the scholarly and ink treasures here.

Wang Xizhi couldn't help but sigh: "The calligraphy in the study is gorgeous, and the fragrance of books lingers in the tunnel city."

Wu Daozi, a famous court teacher, was admiring a painting of Tang Yin's "Beauty's Spring Thoughts" and said to himself:

"What an authentic work! These demons must be making money every day, otherwise they wouldn't have bought so many famous paintings?"

Wang Xizhi: “How can you tell it’s authentic?”

Wu Daozi: "Look at this picture of "Beauty in Spring". Her hair and the texture of her hair accessories need to be viewed upside down. It's like I'm flying high above the head of the character in the picture. If I look down, I can see the hair.

There is a poem hidden in the silk: The spring breeze once saw the peach blossom face."

Wang Xizhi felt a little melancholy when he saw the famous original calligraphy works all over the wall, but could not find any of his own works.

The elegance and tranquility here wiped away Wu Daozi's thousand-year-old lard-like confusion. He gently stroked his back and comforted him:

"Stop looking for it, you... there is no authentic relic left in the world.

Your authentic works have encountered several catastrophes. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Huan Xuan threw all your authentic works into the river while fleeing. Do you still remember the burning of books in Jiangling? That was one of the catastrophes in cultural history, and it was yours.

It is one of the greatest catastrophes in the world; there are also the burials of emperors, generals, and powerful ancestors underground."

At the end, Wu Daozi hoped to say:

"Those who are thrown into the river and burned have no hope of seeing them again, but those who are buried underground may see the light of day again."

Wang Xizhi echoed:

"That's right. Can't we say that we found him by accident in a small alley, the heir to the divine power of our Cultural Sacred Ruins?"

Wu Daozi: "So, don't be pessimistic and disappointed, just wait and see!"

He Xiang didn't know that these two people were full of lawsuits. She climbed up the stairs and looked at the dazzling array of things around her. She felt like Cinderella in a palace attending a prince's feast.

The doors were all opened smoothly. The decorations on the stairs behind each door were all carved and decorated with the craftsmanship of skilled craftsmen, which amazed her!

But the splendor and brightness that came her way made her sicker and sicker the more she looked at them. The splendor here was based on the lives and freedom of the victims. The carpet she was stepping on at the moment was their flesh and blood. These cold

The marble is their cold corpses, and those crystal lamps are made of their tears...

When He Xiang went back, he reset the fingerprint password. Without her, a lockpicking expert inherited from Master Jiao Tu, no one could get in.

When she returned to the tunnel at the bottom, she was also fascinated by the paintings and calligraphy on the wall, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Alas - these cultural treasures should not hang in this cruel hell. The evils here should be too numerous to describe."

Wang Xizhi: "Come on, old ghost, He Xiang is about to lock the last door. From now on, this place should be closed for a long time."

Wu Daozi followed his words and said: "From now on, this place will be dominated by light and justice!"

Wang Xizhi: "It's rare for you to be sober!"

Wu Daozi said sadly: "If I could smell your calligraphy, I would completely say goodbye to my confusion."

He Xiang unlocked and locked the remaining tunnels as quickly as possible. The only tunnel left was the butcher shop on Jixiang Street where they were going to go out, and the tunnel where Zhang Jin and others were able to arrest these thugs.

The Nanzhen Gate is now open.

He Xiang sent away the last stretcher, and the armed police personnel carried the black iron tower with bones and slag to evacuate. They took out their hands and saluted He Xiang with a military salute.

He Xiang deserves to receive these two military salutes, but he still has tears in his eyes - today should be the most valuable day in these short sixteen spring and autumn years, and it is worth congratulating together!

There was no one in the hall. He Xiang walked around again to make sure that he had completely evacuated. She followed the same method and walked through the aisles. She counted seven tunnels that had been re-locked, and only the one they left last was left.

An authentic one.

The place suddenly returned to quiet, but the light was still very dazzling. She regretted not asking Zhang Jin how to turn off these defensive and harmful overhead lights?
Chapter completed!