Chapter 66 The Fallen Leaves Return to Their Roots

In just a few decades, the Zhang family’s old house has become so desolate, which is really a sigh.

The second master, eighth master, and Yin Xinyue were all stunned when they saw the sight of the eyes.

“Sir, what on earth is your Zhang family doing? The old house is so spectacular!”

“It is much more difficult to build a building complex of this scale on the top of Guanmian Peak in Changbai Mountain than at the bottom of the mountain. Even the emperor can’t build it in decades!”

In fact, Zhang Hao is not very clear about what the Zhang family does.

I only know that this family has existed for a long time, and people in the family will have Qilin blood when they are born.

It’s just that some people have thin Qilin blood, which is no different from ordinary people.

Some people have strong kylin blood, which can drive away insects and evil spirits.

Regardless of whether the Qilin blood is thin or thick, the Zhang family is very long-lived.

The lifespan can reach about two hundred years.

In addition, the Zhang family has one of the most important characteristics.

That is, everyone only has their own part of the memory.

In some cases a memory pops up in your mind.

These memories may be the result of something, maybe a practice or an order.

The head of the Zhang family will lead the Zhang family to act according to the instructions received in his mind.

This is the heavenly gift of the Zhang family.

Of course, this situation has never happened to Zhang Hao for so many years.

He didn’t know why either.

“Let’s go!”

After saying that, Zhang Hao took a few people through the gate of Zhang’s house and pulled them in.

The road is full of desolation.

There are few traces of human activity.

It seems that there are very few Zhang family members who stayed in the old house in the past few decades.

Zhang Hao’s destination is the ancient building at the end of the avenue.

That’s where you sign in.

A group of people walked on the snow-covered slate road, and walked for nearly half an hour to the bottom of the Zhangjia Ancient Building.

This is a nine-story wooden ancient building.

The five-clawed golden dragon and the phoenix are respectively carved on the two huge wooden doors.

The gold paint on it has peeled off, and it can be seen that it has not been maintained for a long time.

When looking at these two doors, it gives people a heavy sense of oppression.

At this moment, a boy in his teens suddenly appeared in front of the door.

His complexion was pale, without a trace of blood on his face.

Although he looks young, his eyes seem to be full of years.

“Is it a human or a ghost?”

Eighth Master asked softly.

Zhang Hao glared at Ba Ye,

“Of course it’s human, but it’s pale because of excessive blood loss.”

The little boy who suddenly appeared stared at Zhang Hao intently,

“You are finally back!”

An inexplicable sentence.

According to the age of this little boy, he must have never seen himself.

So what does this sentence mean?

He seemed to see the doubts in Zhang Hao’s heart.

“Let’s put it down for now, you guys take him in first!”

The boy pointed to Buddha and said.

“The Buddha became like this after going through some things,Confused, what happened to him? ”

The eighth asked.

“The fallen leaves must return to their roots, but unfortunately the roots are no longer here.

He knows too many secrets. When his mind is confused, the shackles in his mind will lock all his perceptions.

People can’t spy on this secret, and if you want to unlock this lock, only the fallen leaves can return to their roots. ”

The boy’s demeanor and tone of voice didn’t look like a teenager should have.

If the guess is correct, he should have been gifted by the Zhang family and waited here on purpose.

The boy pulled out a book from his clothes, opened it and looked at it, frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he opened his eyes and took a wooden sign from the table beside the gate of the ancient building.

“take it!”

Eighth Master took the wooden sign and saw the words eighty-three engraved on it.

“What’s the use of this thing?”

The boy ignored the crowd and waved his hand,

“Come in, we’ll talk about other things later.”

As soon as the voice fell, the gate of the ancient building “creaked” and opened from the inside to the outside.

Zhang Hao looked into the ancient building, and the layout inside was the same as it was decades ago.

There is an offering table in the middle, but the dragon-patterned stone box in front of the offering table is no longer there, and is in his storage space.

After Zhang Hao and the others entered the ancient building, the door closed automatically with a bang.

“Sir, what should we do now?”

The eighth asked.

Zhang Hao shook his head, his memory was limited to this hall.

When I crossed over, I have been in the dragon pattern stone box and signed in every day.

It was the spies of the Wang family who opened the dragon-patterned stone box, and he only had the memory of this room in the ancient building.

Zhang Hao went around the offering table and found a door behind him.

When he approaches, the door opens automatically.

Behind the door is a dark passage.

Walking through the passage, there is a huge hall inside.

There are square lattices on the four walls.

There is a wooden box in each grid.

These wooden boxes look like coffins.

There is a high platform in the center of the hall.

Everyone walked to the high platform and found that the position of the slate under their feet would change automatically every once in a while.

“This is innate gossip!”

The Eighth Master exclaimed.



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