"The cat catches the mouse, there are so many cowards."
Seeing that there was no way forward and back, Yue Guanchao immediately changed direction and called on everyone to run towards the stairs.
"Brother Yue, it seems that one door is open!"
Yue Guanchao stood against the stone barrier and shot at the soldiers and bandits from a high position. He looked in the direction A Ying was pointing, and there was indeed a room that was half-covered.
His eyes lit up, and he thought that the situation was not as bad as he thought!
This half-covered room is a timely rain for them. At least they can avoid the limelight: "Okay, let's hide in quickly. There are so many of them that we can't win."
While on guard, Yue Guanchao led his companions up to the second floor and opened the door that was ajar.
He picked up bricks and smashed them into the room. There was no sound except the echo. He made sure there was no ambush inside and called on everyone to hide inside.
"Hurry, they are catching up."
The soldiers and bandits quickly joined together and ran up the stairs, and were about to catch up to the door where they were.
Yue Guanchao greeted Xiao Wu and closed the stone door with a clang.
Soon enough, at the moment when the soldiers and bandits caught up with them, the door was completely closed, and Yue Guanchao and the others inserted the top doorpost to block all the gangsters outside.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
"Open the door, open the door for me, hey, I can't cure you yet."
"Boss, why haven't we seen this library during our patrol?"
"Idiots, you're a bunch of losers, you guys didn't check it properly..."
Outside the door, soldiers banged on the door violently, and the sound of banging and rumbling penetrated into everyone's ears along the gap.
Their yelling and yelling never stopped, like puppets who never got bored, constantly knocking on the black stone door. Maybe they got impatient and pulled the trigger to hit the stone door.
Hearing the banging gunfire, everyone was frightened. If the door was closed a little later, they would definitely not be able to defeat this group of bandits.
Yue Guanchao and the others calmed down a little, turned on the flashlight to illuminate the room, and lit the bronze lamp on the wall with a fire stick. A warm light gradually appeared in the room, and the darkness and terror gradually receded!
This is probably one of Nogedo's classics pavilions!
Everyone looked around and saw that the Classics Pavilion was surrounded by bookshelves in all directions. There were rows of bookshelves in the southeast and northwest directions, just surrounding the door of the pavilion.
The ancient books on the bookshelf are as numerous as cigarettes, including slips, scrolls, scrolls, and scrolls...all the ancient books that can be recorded are densely packed on the grid. Some books have been corroded by moisture and become rotten due to no one maintaining them in the cabinet. It can fall apart at the touch of a touch.
Ancient books are the best textbooks for studying history. For Song Siyuan, who graduated with a major in literature and history, seeing thousands of years of ancient books become like this is more uncomfortable than killing her - if this thing is in her hands, it will never be Treat it as such.
She walked forward and browsed around. The bookshelf was nothing strange, just ordinary shelves made of rough wood, ordinary and ordinary.
What surprised her was the copper pages hanging from the ceiling of the pavilion!
Within the square bookshelf, in the center of the pavilion that should be empty, hundreds of crimson strings hang from the top, and brass pages full of green rust hang down. From a distance, they look like peace wishes hanging from the pine trees in the temple. , the red ribbons all over the pavilion were moved by hands, the copper pages collided, and the bells jingled!
Song Siyuan walked over and took a closer look. The red ribbon was about the thickness of her index finger and was woven from hundreds of tiny silk threads. It shone like stars under the light of a flashlight. He guessed that metal wires must have been twisted inside.
Otherwise, after decades, it would have become so rotten that even a piece of tofu would not be able to be picked up.
The green copper page was so rusty that it was no longer possible to decipher the seal-engraved handwriting. She hurriedly took the photo, lifted the silk ribbon and walked towards the center of the pavilion.
"Yue Guanchao, come quickly, I discovered this!"
Within a moment, Song Siyuan's rapid breathing came from deep within the copper page.
Yue Guanchao thought she had encountered an accident. He opened the red ribbon rope formation and took a look. He immediately saw the culprit who shocked Song Siyuan.
In the center of the page array, a mummy was hung upside down, swinging back and forth on the rope!
Yue Guanchao took off the bronze wall lamp and looked carefully. The firelight shone on the surface of the corpse, making black shadows appear, which was quite strange.
This mummy was wearing the uniform of a Tang Dynasty soldier and bandit. The spear in his hand was missing. His eyes had shrunk into sour plums, and the black bloodshot lines around them showed that he had been greatly frightened during his lifetime.
The soldier's body was severely deformed, and from a distance it looked as if someone had folded it into a meat roll.
His head and feet were curled together like shrimps, his calves were broken in reverse and pressed against his stomach, his head was dislocated forward and backward, his palms were broken in reverse and tied to his back. The skin on his body was completely peeled off, and the exposed dry flesh was full of knife marks.
Only his hands were hanging in the air by chains, and a few strands of white hair like withered grass were floating on his bare head.
The dried human skin was cut into long and thin strips, and the joints of the body were completely tied up. A wooden stick was inserted into the back of the neck and popped out from the lower abdomen. The wooden stick was soft and shiny, like chopsticks filled with oil. He must have been in extreme pain before death. .
"Tang Dianrong's soldiers were hanging in the Library Pavilion in this dead state. Do you think he was the culprit who tortured and killed Dian Wu?"
Ah Ying's guess was not unreasonable. Those soldiers and bandits were still outside calling the door just now. Twenty-five years ago, maybe the guy in front of him was killing Dian Sha for his own selfish gain.
