Compared with modern technology, previous decoration technology was relatively backward, and even wealthy families could not produce floor tiles of multiple colors.
A piece of the puzzle appears in perfect order, but it really doesn't make sense.
I followed Ji Canghai's gaze and saw that the ground was indeed a black and white puzzle.
The entire puzzle is in a square shape, with odd numbers in black and even numbers in white.
At a glance, it looks a bit like a Sudoku game.
But after looking carefully for a while, I immediately noticed something was wrong.
Yin and yang, black and white, four corners, this is not a puzzle, it is a tombstone!
I looked back and saw a rusty hammer poking against the wall outside the door.
I picked up the hammer and ran to the ground and smashed it hard. To my surprise, this seemingly strong white marble was actually very fragile.
Within a few clicks, holes in the ground were revealed.
I took a strong flashlight and shook it inside, and immediately there was something!
I thought about it again and again, and the sun was just right now, so I should be safe.
I carefully dug out the box from the pit and gently blew away the dust.
The dust flew away, revealing an almost weathered piece of paper.
Perhaps because of its age and the writing with a brush, it is extremely difficult to distinguish.
Ji Canghai came over to take a look: "What is it written on? It looks like a ghost drawing amulet."
I held the box and examined it carefully, and clearly saw the three big characters on it.
"Collection volume."
I pointed at the words, looked at Ji Canghai and asked, "Look, is it a collection?"
Ji Canghai grinned: "I'm illiterate, how can I understand this?"
I had never heard of anything like this and out of curiosity I wanted to open this box.
However, the iron lock hanging below put me in trouble again.
"Leave it to me!" Ji Canghai smiled proudly, "I can drive it!"
"When did you learn this skill again?"
"Hold you!"
I saw Ji Canghai pick up the hammer with one hand and hit the iron lock hard.
Not to mention the iron lock, even the box was broken into pieces!
He threw the hammer away with a flick of his hand, and patted the dust off his hands.
"Done!"
"You..." I hesitated for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "Your lock-picking skills are pretty good."
And I have secretly vowed in my heart to keep Ji Canghai away from Xiaobai.
Xiaobai's madness has spread to him.
The box was destroyed and something immediately appeared.
Ji Canghai scratched his scalp and muttered, "Isn't this the magic weapon you use?"
Looking at the Tianguan Seal that fell out of the box, I began to feel unsure.
The black and white yin and yang on the floor tile are all occupied, and there is a final signature, which is obviously a treasure.
But this doesn’t make sense. It can’t be a seal of the Heavenly Official with a town object, right?
It can't be that two Taoist priests are fighting, right?
"And a book."
Ji Canghai bent down and picked up a booklet from a cloud of dust.
I opened it and saw that it was full of people's names, with silver written on the back.
I have never seen this thing before.
"Look for Uncle Ya."
I took out my cell phone and made a call directly.
On the phone, I described this thing as accurately as possible. When I finished speaking, Uncle Ya was obviously stunned.
"How can I still see this thing?"
He muttered to himself, and I quickly asked: "What does this thing say?"
"Turn the booklet to the last page. Are there any red handprints on it?"
I followed Uncle Ya's instructions and turned the book to the end, and it was all in his hands.
"Uncle, what on earth is this?"
"That's the roster." Uncle Ya's tone became a little more serious: "It was left after the burial."
Damn it!
According to this, aren’t there mass graves beneath our feet?
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Ya's voice came again.
According to him, the names on this book are all prisoners of war, and supposedly no one will care about them even if they die.
But in an era when wars were going on everywhere, countless people took advantage of the opportunity to commit suicide.
As soon as the war was over, some corrupt officials began to plot the names of missing soldiers on prisoners of war.
In this way, a large amount of money can be made in the country.
When the family members are notified to come and claim the body, they can just find an indistinguishable body to fool them, and then pay some token travel expenses.
This matter is basically fooled over, and the free money will flow into some people's pockets again.
Ji Canghai and I fell silent at the same time after listening.
