Chapter 558 Second Floor
"A breathing sound? What about Grandma Huo? Did she escape long ago?"
Hearing this, Xiaohua's face changed, and he asked with hope.
"Accept the reality, Comrade Xiaohua! If that old woman really got out, would you still have this expression?"
"Besides, even if I'm not exaggerating, even the little brother can't escape at this time, what about Grandma Huo?"
The fat man patted Xiaohua on the shoulder and said it bluntly, breaking Xiaohua's fantasy.
"...So, what exactly is Grandma Huo trying to do? She's so old and she's willing to bet her life to come to this hell where there's no way she'll survive?"
Xiaohua smiled bitterly. This was the worst result, and it was also the result he had expected. However, when the facts were in front of him, it was still a little unbelievable.
"Why?"
"What else could an old man do at all costs before dying in his old age?"
"It's just that he made the same mistake that all people with wealth and power would make. He doesn't want to die!"
Hu Ming looked around and said in a nonchalant tone.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about business!"
"Uncle Ming, I think we're in trouble! The style here is full of the strong style of Yangshi Lei in the late Qing Dynasty."
"According to Feng Shui theory and Yangshi Lei's consistent design habits, the best location for the stairs in the ancient building should be at the edge of the building, usually on the east side."
"But..."
Wu Xie couldn't bear to see his childhood sweetheart in trouble, so he shook his head and changed the subject.
Wu Xie studied architecture in college, and because of his profession, he was very familiar with ancient classical architecture.
But after searching the hall carefully for several times, he didn't find the stairs going up.
Although they could clearly see the ceiling of the upper floor through the large hole corroded above their heads, they could not find the way to the second floor at this time!
"Perhaps everyone in the Zhang family is as powerful as the young man. They don't need stairs at this height of several meters."
"Just like in martial arts novels, they can soar into the air?"
The fat man raised his eyebrows and his mind was full of ideas.
"No, not everyone in the Zhang family has reached the level of human skills like the young man. In this base camp, there are many logistics personnel who are not good at martial arts."
"Besides, Huo Xiangu and others came with the young man. Those people can't be comparable to the young man, right?"
Hu Ming shook his head and denied it.
Do you really think that any random cat or dog can be as powerful as the young man?
"Then, how did they get up there?" Xiaohua asked after recovering from her shock.
"The Feng Shui here is special. The location of the Zhang Family Ancient Building is in a special position where the entire dragon vein sucks the marrow."
"The so-called dragon building and palace are all for the purpose of long-term peace, but the construction of the Zhang Family Ancient Building is the opposite. It devours the dragon vein's energy and destroys the dragon's momentum."
"And this design, in order to ensure that something nurtured deep in the ancient building can smoothly absorb the dragon vein's energy, some places have to abandon the existence of stairs."
Hu Ming did not answer Xiaohua's question directly, but came to a pillar around the hall, held his breath, and swept away the white dust accumulated on it with gloves.
"I understand! It's not that there are no stairs here, but the stairs on the surface have been transformed into a hidden staircase!"
Looking at the reliefs revealed on the pillars, Wu Xie suddenly realized!
The reliefs on these pillars are a very strange creature, with a head like a unicorn, but an unusually slender body, like a dragon.
This strange creature hovered on the pillar, and many places were obviously too protruding. This was obviously an invisible staircase!
Looking at the thick dust covering the pillar, Fatty signaled several people to step back a few steps, took out a water bottle from his bag, weighed it, and threw it over.
When the dust cleared, several people began to climb up along the pillar.
Hu Ming took the lead, followed by Fatty, Wu Xie in the middle, and Xiaohua in the rear.
Stepping on the body of the Qilin Dragon, Hu Ming soon climbed to the top of the pillar first. With a little force, he found that the floor above was motionless.
Rubbing around for a while, Hu Ming understood in his heart, and stepped slightly on a scale on the tail of the Qilin Dragon.
Crack~~~
The whole scale sank in, and then the floor above shrank, and a spiral ladder drove out from the gap.
Hu Ming really has never been defeated by anyone in the field of mechanical expansion!
Several people climbed up one after another and arrived at the second floor without any danger.
When the lights came on, except for Hu Ming who had expected it, the other three people who saw the scene for the first time all trembled slightly.
On the second floor of the ancient building, the huge space was filled with shelves made of special materials. There were hundreds of them at a glance, and they were neatly stacked with iron figurines!
Several people who already knew what was in it looked at this scene and felt indescribably disgusted.
What is this? A large morgue for storing alien corpses in ancient times?
This thing is even more frightening than a mass grave at night!
Hu Ming looked carefully and found that all the shelves for placing iron figurines were arranged radially with this point as the center, presenting a complete set of Fuxi's sixty-four hexagrams.
This hexagram is very strange!
"Go to your grandmother, what strange hobbies do the Zhang family have? Why do they like to collect these ghost things? What is there to collect about the corpses of monsters?"
When Wu Xie was introducing the origins of these ghost things to Xiao Hua, Fatty muttered with a curled mouth.
Who would build such a floor in his own house?
Wouldn't it be scary to sleep on a pile of corpses at night?
Hu Ming smiled and said nothing.
Isn't Mitra to the Zhang family like an experimental subject to a mad scientist?
How could there be a scientist in this world who would be afraid of his own experimental subject?