City inn.
"Squeak."
Zhao Qian pushed open the unlocked door and lit the oil lamp in the hall.
Frowning, he looked at the dust on the table and bench that had not been cleaned for several days, and a spark on his mouth flickered in the dim candlelight.
It was the one he had landed in before.
He looked carefully at the footprints on the old wooden stairs that were creaking and being stepped on.
Since no one was cleaning, the marks left by my shoes were particularly clear.
It can't be upstairs.
If that thing came out from upstairs, it should have footprints.
He walked downstairs again, holding a light that was still on.
"Peng."
There was a muffled sound as he stepped on the pile of wine jars on the counter.
The spider webs that had been left uncleaned for several days were clearly visible. hollow Zhao Qian put the oil lamp in his hand on the floor and squatted down carefully.
He took a few glances and tried to take out the bright flashlight he had prepared from his ticket.
"Tip: You do not have permission to use items with technology older than 500 years in this world.
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"Why was there no prompt before?"
Zhao Qian looked at the tattoo on his wrist, but what sounded in his ears was the ever-changing tone of "insufficient authority." never mind.
He threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground.
With the dim light, he still found the difference in some marks on the ground.
A dark board that is completely different from other wooden materials on the floor.
The person who made this thing was very considerate and even placed it inside the counter where most people would not approach it.
After struggling to lift the board, Zhao Qian looked at the darkness underneath.
It was completely dark, even darker than the lobby of the inn.
Here, where he was half-kneeling, the light from the brazier outside could still be seen.
But there is no sound of patrolling footsteps of soldiers on the street that could still be heard in the first half of the night.
"interesting."
He easily tore off a piece of cloth from the dusty rag on the counter, which had a disgusting oily smell.
With the oil lamp nearby lit, a pungent burning smell instantly filled the air.
Throw it down.
Zhao Qian squatted on it and looked at the piece of cloth flying like a butterfly.
The firelight illuminated the surroundings, and a wooden ladder led to the bottom.
It’s not over yet.
Squint your eyes attentively.
The piece of cloth was caught by one hand like falling snow.
Yes, an arm as dry as bark.
Mummy.
It stretched its head and smelled the human-scented thing in its hand.
When the withered face was about to get close to the high temperature of the flame, it moved away as if it instinctively sensed the danger.
Like a light that was about to go out, Zhao Qian's eyes followed the light that was swaying left and right in his hand.
What caught the eye was a wooden frame with a simple structure.
There were neatly placed coffins one after another that had not yet been opened.
There are so many, densely packed like a honeycomb.
There are thousands of them.
"Oh shit."
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Cursing secretly in his heart, he stood up and carefully covered the dark board, and Zhao Qian put out the oil lamp next to him.
Gotta get out of here quickly.
He closed the door of the inn carefully and tried his best to pretend that he knew nothing.
Even the ticket’s reminder of “Mission Completed 70” sounded in my ear, and I didn’t seem to hear it.
There is no need to think about who else can dig out such a large space in such a place, except the highest officer in this city.
"Cough, cough, cough... you shouldn't be here."
A word came from behind him as he was about to reach the corner of the street, and he subconsciously pulled out the Western sword that was in his ticket.
But from the man's perspective, he pulled it out from his waist.
Zhao Qian turned around and looked at the fair and handsome man under the moonlight.
The two lines of beard on his mouth twitched slightly with the sound of his cough.
Tiger fur.
But he couldn't see anything else, and before he could identify it, he instinctively glanced at the cloak behind the guy.
Definitely tiger skin, yes.
I once handled a piece of fur like this, and it was a wild Siberian tiger that was about to become extinct.
"I..."
He opened his mouth and was about to reply, but was interrupted by the person opposite.
Dressed in an antique yet extremely elegant outfit, this man exuded an aura that made people unconsciously think that it was natural for him to interrupt his words.
"Oh, just in time, I'm short of someone here."
He smiled lightly, the smile of a gentleman.
But I don't know how many women he can charm.
No room for rejection.
Zhao Qian looked at the person opposite him, his body instinctively tensed up, but in his vague consciousness he still felt a pain in the back of his head.
The recognition was used and he passed out.
There was a recognition sound in his ear, but he couldn't hear it either.
"Tip: You were attacked by Gao Xianzhi, the storyteller, and you fell into a coma."
"Tip: The plot character you identified has blocking props, and you can only obtain the following information."
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