: Six hundred and seventy-six boxes in a box

: Six hundred and seventy-six boxes in a box

Everyone in the Han family was quite satisfied when they saw Shen Jiao's acquaintance, so they stopped paying attention to Shen Jiao, and all looked at Shimen, not even blinking their eyelids, for fear of missing out on a secret that would take hundreds of years to unravel.

Han Qixiu was also infected by the tense atmosphere, his expression became very serious, he looked at Mr. Han, and waited for his instructions.

Mr. Han took out a piece of broken tile and scraped off the moss on the stone door, revealing the true face of the stone door. It is a very ordinary stone gate.

However, there are two very small pits on the stone gate. They look very strange. They look like slap prints. no.

"I can't even lock it. How can I get in this door?" someone shouted.

The others also followed suit, showing puzzled expressions. Many of these people saw Shimen's true face for the first time, and their fiery hearts suddenly cooled.

This door is as tightly closed as a clam shell. How do you let them in?

For a time, there was a lot of noise in front of Shimen, and everyone became restless. Without saying a word, Shen Jiao retreated to the passageway, clinging to the wall, with Han Sili standing beside him. Han Qixiu asked him to protect Shen Jiao comprehensively. Dare to relax, for fear of not completing the task that my uncle will be waiting for.

Mr. Han just glanced at it, everyone was silent, and they didn't dare to let out the air.

"Qi Xiu, put the round left hand and the strong right hand into these two pits." The old man said.

Han Qixiu raised the little guy's claws according to his words, and put the round left hand into the hole on the left first.

Yuanyuan seemed to be very curious about this stone gate, and kept slapping the stone gate, which was not honest at all. Han Qixiu had to press Yuanyuan's paw with his hand, and then put his strong right hand into the pit. Zhuangzhuang is more unstable and more troublesome than his brother.

Han Qi Xiuhuo pressed both claws into the pit at the same time, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting the child's bones and muscles, it took a long time to get it right.

Two small claws, one black and one white, pressed into the pit, but there was no response...

The people of the Han clan were all disappointed. Some people whispered sarcastic words. Han Qiguang walked over and kicked the person who was talking, and immediately became quiet again.

'Kakaka'

Shen Jiao heard a very subtle rattling sound, like a wooden box that had been in the warehouse for many years. When it was opened one day, it would make this rattling noise.

The sound of the kaka got louder and louder. Finally, everyone heard it. Everyone was surprised. Did this open the door?

Shen Jiao was secretly startled, how could this stone door be opened with only a round and strong palm print?

As far as she knew, this technique of opening doors with palm prints was created by Master Lu Ban, but it was lost many years ago. In her previous life, her grandfather wanted to find the descendants of Lu Ban to build a secret room, but he couldn't find it after decades of searching. Just had to let it go.

Was the stone gate of the Han family ancestral hall built by the descendants of Luban?

But how could the descendants of Luban know what a round and strong palm looks like hundreds of years ago?

The more Shen Jiao thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she was even more curious about what was hidden in the Shimen. What kind of treasure was it that made the ancestors of the Han family so troubled and mysterious?

The opening time of the stone gate was relatively slow. It opened for a full quarter of an hour. It was naturally dark inside, but there was no strange smell coming out, and the air was still very fresh.

Old Man Han strode in, Han Qixiu followed closely, holding Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang in his arms, and the others followed into the room.

Shen Jiao was also very itchy, so she said to Han Sili, "Li Yazi, go in and see!"

Han Sili held back her heart and shook her head firmly: "No, my uncle asked me to guard you."

Shen Jiao wanted to persuade him again, but saw that all the Han clan members came out. They were all younger people. At least half of them came out. Shen Jiao roughly counted them and knew that no more than ten people would stay inside.

"Why did they come out?" Han Sili asked curiously.

How did Shen Jiao know that, she poked Han Sili and pouted at them. Han Sili understood it, trotted over, grabbed someone and chatted a few words in a low voice, and came back shortly after.

"Little uncle, I asked Uncle Twelve, and he said that the room was too small to stand up to so many people, so the uncle let them out." Han Sili said with a smile.

'poof'

Shen Jiao couldn't help laughing, no wonder these people's expressions were so strange, like constipation.

But she is also even more strange. She can only stand in a room of ten people. Thinking about it, it is not too big. At most, she can put two boxes, right?

Even if the two boxes are full of gold bricks, I'm afraid there won't be many, right?

So much effort to hide two boxes of gold bricks?

Shen Jiao quickly rejected the idea, two boxes of gold bricks couldn't even pay for the wages of Luban's descendants, so they definitely couldn't be these worldly treasures!

At this moment, in the room that made Shen Jiao and the others feel unbearable, the expressions of Old Man Han and others were also very tangled.

And there are no boxes in the room, but there is a desk There is a small wooden box on the desk, made of golden nanmu, half a foot square, about an inch thick, and it doesn't look like it can hold much. .

Apart from this wooden box, there is nothing else in the room, it's empty, no wonder these people's expressions are so strange!

After spending so much effort, there is only such a small wooden box that can't hold many things. How can they be so embarrassed?

Mr. Han bowed three times to the wooden box, and respectfully took down the box. It was a long time ago, and there was a thick layer of ash on the box. Mr. Han brushed off the dust on the box, revealing the lid with exquisite patterns.

"Uncle, what kind of treasure is in here?" Han Qiguang couldn't help asking.

"What's the hurry? Bai practiced Qigong for so many years?"

Mr. Han rolled his eyes at him, but his slightly trembling claws betrayed his restless heart. Han Qiguang held his breath and didn't dare to speak out, secretly slandered, don't shake your hands!

'click'

The box was not locked, the old man just pushed it gently, and the lid of the box popped open, revealing the true contents inside——

A light brown parchment book with the words "Han Gong's suicide note" written on the cover. The old man put the box back on the desk and bowed to the box, and the others followed.

"The ancestors are on top, please accept Han Qingye's worship!"

Mr. Han respectfully kowtowed three times, then got up and picked up the wooden box, took out the parchment book, but saw that there was a smaller wooden box under the book, which was also made of golden nanmu.

"Uncle, why is there a box here?"

Han Qiguang was very surprised. This box contains a box. Is the ancestor playing a trick?

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