Han Xiaosheng stood in the corridor and looked at the half-open doors of the houses on the left and right. Feeling a little unwilling to give up, he began to plan to explore some more, so he separated from the grass, held up his shield and dagger, and walked to the room on the right. .
When he was almost under the big tree, Han Xiao screamed "Ah", blocked it with his shield, took two steps back, held the dagger in his hand tightly, and stared at the bottom of the big tree.
There was a person sitting in the grass under the big tree, leaning against the tree, with his head leaning against the thick trunk of the tree that the two of them hugged. The grass was too deep, and the lower part of his body was hidden in the grass, so Han Xiaosheng couldn't see it before. Now that he was closer, Han Xiaosheng Turning around the tree trunk, the man was exposed.
The grass was too deep, and Han Xiaosheng could only see his cyan hat and clothes, but nothing else.
Han Xiaosheng carefully observed for a while and found that the man was not moving, so he called "Senior".
After waiting for a while, there was no response. Han Xiaosheng circled the tree trunk far away, turned to the front and took a look, and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a skeleton, wearing a monk's robe and a hat. No wonder it looked like a person leaning behind the tree from a distance.
Looking carefully, there is a short sword in the right hand of the skeleton. The handle is made of unknown wood. The blade is long and narrow, and the blade is stained with rust. It seems that it has been rusted for a long time.
The skeleton is holding a piece of paper in his left hand. The paper is quite large and almost covers his left hand. Only his thumb is on top of the paper.
The material of the paper is rather strange. It's not like ordinary paper, but more like a piece of leather. I don't know what kind of leather it is. The leather is a little yellow, and there are some winding lines on it. There are no words. I guess if there are words, they will be damaged by the rain. It was washed off and the dagger was rusty, but the leather actually didn't rot in the wind and rain, and I don't know what material it was made of.
Han Xiaosheng did not dare to look at the face of the skeleton. He felt a little scary. Looking at other parts of the skeleton, he found that the right calf was shorter and two bones in the chest seemed to be deformed. It seemed that this man must have been seriously injured during his life. Sitting there Here until death.
Seeing that the bones on the skeleton were a little black, Han Xiaosheng didn't dare to touch the skeleton. He was worried that the bones were poisonous. He didn't even dare to touch the book. He just carefully walked around the big tree and found nothing, so he went into the next half. Open room.
The door to the room seemed to be blocked by something and could only be opened halfway.
Han Xiaosheng listened for a while, but there was no movement. Looking at the desolate appearance of the yard, he estimated that there would be no danger, so he hit the door with the shield in his hand. As a result, the door only shook a little, but did not open completely. It remained In the half-open position.
Han Xiaosheng carefully pressed against the wall near the door to observe the situation in the room.
The room should be a quiet room, because there were several futons on the ground. Han Xiaosheng walked in slowly with his shield in front and a dagger in his right hand.
There seemed to be no one in the house.
Looking to the right, I was startled again. There was a skeleton sitting next to the table on the right, wearing a Taoist robe, with his head lowered, holding a black stick in his right hand, with the lower end of the stick propped on the ground and the upper end leaning against the wall.
Han Xiaosheng quickly checked behind the door on the left and found that there was also a skeleton behind the door. This skeleton was lying on the ground. The robe on it looked more advanced. There were blood stains on the clothes on the chest. There was a rusty handle on the ground next to it. Zen staff, this may be the master of the temple.
The Zen staff was pressed against the lower edge of the door, and the other end was pressed against the wall, so the door could only be opened halfway.
Looking around the room, no other traces were found, only a small door facing the door with a lock on it.
Han Xiaosheng did not touch anything in the room. He left the room and went to the four rooms on the left. After looking around, he found a kitchen, a toilet, and two rooms. The kitchen and toilet were a bit smelly. Fortunately, Everything has been dried, otherwise the stench will spread far. There is no one in the room, only some daily necessities.
Go back to the house on the right and look at the locked door, thinking that since it is locked, there must be something good in the back room.
Han Xiaosheng put away his dagger, took out an iron rod from the ring, put down his shield, held the stick with both hands, and thrust the front end of the stick into the locked hinge, but found that he couldn't get in and couldn't exert any strength.
After worrying for a long time, he realized that the door was a wooden door and it was already a little shaken. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, so he kicked it a few times. The door was a little shaken, but it didn't look like it was about to fall down, but the hinges of the door were deformed.
Insert a stick into the hinge, pry hard, and the door bolt breaks. Then kick it again, and the hinge is separated from the door frame.
Watching the door open, he picked up his shield, replaced the iron rod in his hand with a short sword, and walked in warily.
Seeing the scene in the room, Han Xiaosheng's heart was immediately filled with joy.
This should be a library or reading room. There are wooden shelves inside and outside the room, and there are books on them. Although I don't know if they are secret books of exercises, at least the contents inside should be useful to me.
I picked up a book and flipped through it, and found that the book was slightly moldy. Looking at the books on the shelf, some were well preserved, some were missing corners, and some were rotten. Look at the rotten books, Han Xiaosheng He couldn't help but curse the evil rat. This was obviously bitten by a rat. If the bitten thing was a magical secret book, Han Xiaosheng vowed to kill all the rats in the Taoist temple.
After looking around inside and outside, Han Xiaosheng judged based on the results of his identification that the books in the outside should be used by people in the Taoist temple to record events, because there were many books, hundreds of them, and some articles about recording events could be seen in the books.
There should be important books in the inner room, but there are only a dozen or so.
Han Xiaosheng used his mind to collect the books he saw one by one, put them all into storage rings, and placed them in two places.
After ransacking the library, Han Xiaosheng put on his gloves and started touching the corpse. From the viewer, Han Xiaosheng found a Zen staff. From the skeleton under the tree, in addition to a rusty sword and a piece of skin, he actually found unexpected surprise.
There was a ring on the ring finger of the left hand of the skeleton under the tree. The ring was black and the bones of the skull were black, which was close to the color of the ring. Han Xiaosheng was afraid that the bones of the skeleton were poisonous, so he wore gloves and took the piece of leather paper in slow motion carefully, only to find that the ring finger The color difference led to the discovery of the ring.
Han Xiaosheng's heart was pounding, and he was even more hopeful than when he got so many books just now, because this might be his second storage ring.
He carefully took off the black ring, looked at it in the sun, and wiped it with a cloth. The surface of the ring immediately began to shine and became extremely smooth, making it look very classy.
He used his mental power to detect the ring and found that there was no other person's mental mark on it. It had probably been too long. Its previous owner had been dead for so long that the mark of recognition had long since dissipated.
Getting a new storage ring made him extremely happy. Although he was still afraid of the pain, he gritted his teeth and gently pricked his right finger with the tip of a fruit knife. When he saw it started to bleed, he immediately put drops on the black ring. Blood.
He kept paying attention to the feeling in his heart until he felt a connection between his mind and his heart. He quickly used Yunnan Baiyao powder to stop the bleeding and put a band-aid on it.
