On this night, not only Zhang Qishan and Wang Ziyu were looking for clues, but even Zhang Qishan, who couldn't bear to disturb Er Yuehong, was also looking for clues about the ancient tomb where the whistle coffin came from.
After having dinner, Er Yuehong went to his room. He stepped on a few boxes and instantly climbed up the beam. He knocked off the tiles on the beam and then stuck his head out to climb up.
It was not the roof above the tiles, but a secret room. Although it was only as tall as a person, it was filled with all kinds of boxes and ancient books buried in dust.
This secret compartment had not been visited for a long time since February Red stopped going into the tomb to fight. He took out the needle that Zhang Qishan gave him and came to a three-meter-long box.
He opened the box and saw rows of small boxes. There were pictures at the bottom of the boxes. In each box was a thimble that looked exactly like his. There were thousands of them, and they were already covered in dust.
February Red took the needle in her hand and blew off the dust in the grid to compare it carefully. She found a blank with the same pattern on the bottom and carefully put it in.
The Red Family had used 1,027 of the Red Family's stingers since they were established. Each one had a different pattern carved on it.
The bottom of this large box with a grid was made of soft oil. After the descendants of the Hong family finished their apprenticeship, someone in the family would make a thimble and then press the side of the pattern on the soft oil at the bottom of the grid with force, leaving a mark. After the person died, the thimble must be placed in the grid with the same pattern and could not be spread privately.
This rule was to prevent the Thimble from wandering outside. They were afraid that someone would impersonate the Hong family and implicate the Hong family.
With the perfection of the Hong family's ultimate technique, it was very common for people to die in recent generations. The few boxes missing in this box belonged to the clansmen who had entered the tomb decades ago.
After the accident, Er Yuehong's father tried to rescue her many times, but the ancient tomb was extremely dangerous. He had no choice but to withdraw after entering it a few times.
The last time, no one knew what Er Yuehong's father had experienced inside. After he came out, he actually burned all the information about this ancient tomb and did not allow the descendants of the Hong family to set foot in it again. He said that the few clansmen who had gone down before were in danger.
On February Red's own sleeve was a daffodil pattern, which was also placed in the box. This was the symbol of his determination to wash his hands of the grave when the girl was seriously ill.
Eryue Hong reached out and touched her own pin, as if she had made a big decision. She slowly took out her own pin from the box, wiped the dust off it, and solemnly put it on her hand.
After putting on the ring, February Red turned around and lit a lantern made of small otter skin hanging on the top beam. There was a shadow of a mackerel painted on it.
As the candle inside was lit, the shadow of the mackerel turned, and the water light illuminated a corner of the secret compartment.
In this corner, there was a model made of rice stalks. It was a model of the interior of an ancient tomb.
Er Yue Hong took a deep breath and silently walked to the front of the scalding face to take a look.
His father had built this structure bit by bit after he came out of the ancient tomb where he was searching for his clansmen. Every time he came back, he would build a little more, as if he wanted to build the structure of the ancient tomb.
However, when he returned for the last time, he burned all the information about the ancient tomb.
According to the old friend who had followed his father into the tomb, his father had ventured deep into the tomb alone during his last visit. When he returned, he ordered the Hong family not to set foot in the tomb again. Therefore, his father must have seen something inside.
Eryue Hong carefully memorized the structure of the model and only walked out of the room at midnight.
When she returned to the courtyard and saw that the bedroom lights were still on, a blissful and gentle smile could not help but appear on Er Yue Hong's face. She quickened her pace and walked back to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, the servant girl was leaning against the headboard reading a book. When she heard Er Yuehong come in, she hurriedly sat up and prepared to get down. She said,"Second Master, are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of noodles now.”
Er Yue Hong stepped forward and held down the servant girl who was about to get up. She said,"No need, I'm not hungry yet."
The servant girl saw that Er Yuehong had a lot on her mind, and she looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated. Then, she looked at the thimble he was wearing on her shoulder and knew why Er Yuehong was conflicted.
She reached out to hold the red hand on her shoulder and said gently,"Second Master, do you want to help Lord Zeng and Ziyu, but you're worried about me?”
Er Yuehong sat on the bed beside the servant girl and said,""Yeah, you've just recovered from a serious illness. If I leave now, I'll really be a little worried.”
The servant girl shook her head and chuckled." Second Master, you don't have to worry about me. My body is fine now. Ziyu also said that I just need to take appropriate supplements and slowly recuperate." Since you promised Ziyu that you would help him and Lord Zeng this time as long as he helped me cure my illness, you can't go back on your word. A real man can't stand without faith. I don't want you to be laughed at by outsiders because of me.”
"Okay, I know. Let's sleep. I'll go find Lord Zeng and Ziyu tomorrow.”
With that, Er Yuehong collapsed with the servant girl in her arms.
The night was silent. The next morning, after having breakfast, Er Yuehong changed into a set of clothes and went to Zhang Qishan's mansion alone. However, she was informed by the steward that Zhang Qishan and Wang Ziyu Tian had left with Qi Tiezui, Yin Xinyue, the adjutant, and some Zhang clansmen before dawn. They had already left for more than a hour.
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