Six years ago, I buzzed in my head and remembered what Qiao had said to me, “Your uncle lived here for six years,” and Qiao said six years instead of 12 years.

My heart is full of incredible, the corpse in front of me is my uncle, but my uncle did not die on the mountain?Why did they die in the 12?

The guy on the mountain was not my uncle at all, but he lied to me, and my real uncle actually died in 12 households.

I can't be calm for a long time with the little book left by my uncle, there are too many mysteries that can't be solved, what does this map represent, Khitan?

I closed the map, just wanted to get out of here, suddenly felt something stepped on, a click sounded at my feet, the sound of the sound that scared me a big surprise, only to see the stone door that opened back slowly open.

I stepped back to the side, alert to watch the stone door that was retreating.

There are organs inside the stone door, and the stone door slowly opens in half.

I carefully walked in to the stone door, the flashlight in it, this photo, my heart is a little scared, there is a light slippery human skull inside.

I was scared and almost threw the flashlight, and the whole person kept stepping back two steps behind me.

“Whose head will this head be?”I thought to myself, step by step, toward the head of the past.

This man's head was placed very well, put in a glass frame, I looked at the corpse on the ground, this person's skull is actually who is placed here, but also placed so well, but also the organ is framed with glass frame.

In contrast, the corpse is placed very casually, basically the white cloth package is finished, in other words, the corpse is not important in front of the human skull.

In order to find the truth, I was only able to get out of the way, looking for something hard, I smashed the glass window hard and smashed the glass window.

The careful man's skull was collected, and he looked carefully, and suddenly I saw a strange concave in the human skull.

This strange concave appearance, I seem to have seen it somewhere, thinking about it, I suddenly remembered, this concave is not the wooden card given to me by the four grandfathers?

I thought that the four grandfathers gave me wooden cards to remind me that I did not think that there was such a role.

I pulled out the wooden card, I put the wooden card on the back of the human skull on the back of the head, the wooden card into the back of the human skull on the back of the head, snapping, the back of the human skull immediately opened in half.

I took a deep breath, flashlighted inside, and the human skull contained a small note.

I took the little note and felt that the little note was heavy.

I just opened the small note, the small note immediately popped open, into a slap-sized picture, my heart only feel incredible, a small finger size of a small note, even can play a slap-sized picture.

Whose masterpiece is this, it is not too much to say that it is a masterpiece.

I looked at the picture book carefully and found that the painting was very long, gently pulled, and was half a meter long.

I admire the people who make the picture, which is divided into three volumes, the first half of which is a beautiful woman dressed in red, and the half of which I see is a gold mask.

Seeing this mask, my heart couldn’t help but jump, and my face was full of shock.

This gold mask turned out to be the gold mask I got, in order to prevent the wrong, I also took the gold mask I carried with me to see, and it was the same.

Looking further, I saw a blue coffin, in which a woman lay, and this woman was wearing a gold mask, and could not see who the woman's face was, and this woman must be related to the gold mask.

When the end of the painting is seen, the end of the painting leaves four sentences, looking like a poem, but not a match, no smell of poetry.

“The golden mask is on the skin, the bones of the beauty are left for thousands of years, and there is nothing under Khitan, only a laughing-faced fox.”

The first two sentences I can barely understand, under Khitan there is nothing, only a laughing fox?

These two words, I don’t know what they mean.

But the painting is well preserved and placed in the human skull, which proves that the painting is absolutely important.

I put the painting away and walked slowly downstairs.

I remembered that the old man said to me that the third floor could not go in, I couldn't help but snoring coldly, the old man must be to blow me up, the third floor is the safest place, not to let me go, is to let me in the second and first floor by the paper people to play to death.

Everyone wants to lie to me, but the old man does not know that there are high people around me.

I slowly walked down to the second floor, but before I got down to the second floor, I found this black coffin under the second floor.

This coffin cover has a black and white photo, this black and white photo is me.

When I saw this picture, my nerves became more tense.

This large black coffin was placed on the stairway, completely blocking my way.

Not to mention my photos, I stood on the stairs, and it was not up and down for a while.

Suddenly the first floor light was on, and a squeaking sound sounded on the first floor.

Then I saw a lot of people walking around on the first floor, and when I looked at me, the coffin on the stairwell disappeared strangely.

"Xianxiang night rain, fishing lights dark, guest dream, a sound dripping heartbreak."Five miles away from home, is a few tears away from people...”

Singing the ancient words of the song sounded under the first floor, I looked down at the bottom, I saw the coincidence standing in the middle of the first floor, there are a lot of people sitting next to the Qiao, eyes staring at Qiao, from time to time clap hands to say hello.

I know the bad things, it must be the ghost of the legend.

Looking down again, I saw Mo Yan sitting on the stool, eyes staring at the coincidence.

I was surprised in my heart, how to listen to the ghosts singing, from just now Qiao said that the ink is a demon, that proves that Qiao's attitude to the ink speech is very unfriendly, perhaps is seduction to the ink to listen to the play, to her soul to the mystery.

I hurried down the stairs, and it made me feel strange that these ghosts walking around seemed as if they had not seen me.

I didn't think there were too many here, now that things have been in hand, and they are not used to stay in the murder house.

I went to the side of Mo Yan and gently pulled the body of La Mo Yan.

Mo Yan did not care for me, as if I really did not exist.

“The word!”I lowered my voice and said.

Ignore me, still keeping an eye on the coincidence in front of me.

I chuckled in my heart, knowing that it was over, and the ink must have been smitten.