Chapter 227

There are many bookshelves in the basement. In terms of quantity, there are at least hundreds of bookshelves, and countless books are loaded. However, most of the papers recording secret books have already rotted, giving off a bad smell of mildew. Even if a few books are lucky to escape, they are still in a mess.

Xia Fei frowned. He never thought that the so-called Wanghai tower would be such a scene. It is said that the pamphlets used to record martial arts secret books do not use ordinary paper, but need special antiseptic treatment. The books in the basement are so bad, which is obviously caused by the age and poor management.

Walking along the narrow corridor to the deep basement, the room is not too large, more than ten minutes is enough time for Xia Fei to go around.

When Xia Fei stops, Xia Fei pulls a good secret script from the bookshelf and looks at it in his hand. The fuzzy font comes into sight. Even if Xia Fei feels dizzy.

"During surgery?" Xia Fei said to himself with a smile: "ghost shadow, are you still studying this thing?"

The ghost was speechless for a while. He was also the first time to enter the Wanghai tower. He did not know the situation. All the knowledge about the secret store came from word of mouth among his peers.

Xia Fei reached out and picked up a book from the shelf again. After a closer look, it was about the secret method of vegetable planting. How to shorten the growth cycle of tomatoes by half, throw them away and take them again. This time, it still depends on a little spectrum, but it is not practical. What he talks about is how to achieve the secret of drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk, which can facilitate some leaders to have a big influence on the wine table.

Xia Fei is totally helpless. It is obvious that all the rubbish in the basement is worthless. Therefore, she is so casually placed without care.

Turning out of the basement, the hunchback old man was squinting at the door.

"Old man, I don't have what I need here. Can I choose another place?" Xia Fei said politely. Although he was deeply resented by the old man who teased him, he didn't show it on the surface.

The hunchback old man shook his head. "Wanghai tower has the rules of Wanghai tower. The doorman can only enter one floor from the basement to the fifth floor. Since you have entered the basement, you have no chance to enter other floors. If you want to enter other floors, wait for the next time."

"And the rules?" Xia Fei asked angrily.

The old man moved his legs to the right wall of the hall, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, like a layer of fluffy gray cloth.

The old man swept away the dust with a broom and exposed an alloy plate inlaid on the wall. There were several lines on it, which confirmed what the old man said.

Xia Fei curled his mouth, snorted coldly in his nose and raised his legs to leave. The hunchback old man was clearly teasing himself. Since Wanghai tower had such a rule, he did not explain it as soon as possible. Instead, he led himself to the basement where the garbage was stored.

"It's not rare for you to hide and tuck me in." Xia Fei says in his heart.

The hunchback old man suddenly reached out to block Xia Fei's steps. "The master of the gate ordered you to choose a suitable secret script in Wanghai tower. You can't leave here until you have selected it."

Xia Fei laughed bitterly, "these secret scripts are useless to me, so I don't need to choose them."

The hunchback old man shook his head again, "that's not good. Since you're here, you must choose a secret script to take away, otherwise the master can't explain it there."

His meaning is obvious, you have to choose, you have to choose, you can't make the decision.

Fortunately, this is to let Xia Fei choose a secret script rather than a woman. Although it is a bit shabby, it is not too tragic. Suppose there is a room full of ugly women in the basement, and the hunchback old man has to let Xia Fei choose one to take home. That is the tragedy of the world.

After biting his teeth, Xia Fei strode back to the basement and slammed the greasy alloy door onto it. He swore a dirty word in the room alone.

He even doubted whether the old man was abnormal because of his long-term living in the cold and quiet big house, so that no matter who came here, he would tease him to satisfy his dark psychology.

Although people return to the basement, but how to choose one of these messy so-called secret books is really a headache for Xia Fei.

In fact, both house skill and tomato cultivation have a certain effect on Xia Fei. It is said that the good-looking little white face can not be used after being practiced. If Xia Fei, the speed ability, learns this skill again, it will surely make those rich ladies die and die.

Shaking his head, Xia Fei stopped his own wishful thinking and began to search the bookshelf, hoping to find something a little more practical. Even if he could not use it as a gift for others, it would be a souvenir for a trip to the nameless planet.

There is a mural in the room. There is an old man on the mural. This painting is not so delicate, but it has a certain momentum. It makes the old man's spirit of killing in his chest subtle and slightly warped, as if heaven would kill God.

Xia Fei searched for books all the way and happened to come to the portrait. So he stopped and looked at it at will.

In the painting, the man does not hide the evil in his heart. His eyes are faint and blue, as if he wants to kill all living creatures in the world. However, his eyes are slanted. Usually, the figures in the picture either look at the front or look at the sky, but this man is good. A pair of big copper bell eyes are staring at the ground under Xia Fei's feet.Xia Fei inadvertently followed his eyes to his feet. Suddenly, he was acutely aware that the floor under his feet seemed different from that of other places. Other places were paved with dark red stone slabs, and the stone slabs had some invisible blood threads in the dark red, as if there was real blood seeping into the stone slabs.

"Eh?" Xia Fei lowered his head and brushed the dust off the floor with his hands, so that the unusual part of the strange stone became visible.

If you observe carefully, you will find that those thin blood threads are actually flowing. Xia Fei wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He doubts whether his eyes are blurred. How can blood flow in a stone?

Facts have proved that Xia Fei's eyes have no flowers, and they are very sharp. Under Xia Fei's guidance, the ghost shadow has also found its subtlety.

The man in the picture is looking at this stone, which is different from the other stones in the room, so it becomes very interesting.

His fingers are searching the stones. Xia Fei hopes to find some mechanism. Unfortunately, the stone is smooth as a mirror, and it doesn't look like a mechanism.

Xia Fei frowned and thought for a moment, then closed his eyes and gently put his finger on the floor, carefully experiencing its breath.

Gradually, a violent and murderous spirit is transmitted to the brain through Xia Fei's fingers. The stone seems to be living. It seems that he wants to force Xia Fei to stop with this wild breath.

Xia Fei smiles and mobilizes his own murderous spirit to fight against it. After all, it is just a stone. Even if there was some violent atmosphere attached to it for some reason, now after many years, this weak murderous spirit can not compete with Xia Fei at all.

Without any effort, Xia Fei surrounded it with his own murderous spirit.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound not far away. Xia Fei quickly stood up and looked at it. Suddenly, there was a crack in the wall opposite to him. It was just enough for one person to pass through. He even touched some kind of mechanism with his murderous spirit!

And there is no trace of murderous spirit on the stone slab under the foot. Even the ferocious figure on the mural has returned to normal perspective, and his eyes are looking forward.

Xia Fei and ghost can't help but open their mouths. Such strange and strange things are almost unheard of. They are murderous stones and murals with changeable eyes. What's going on?

Xia Fei didn't rush through the crack in the door. He came to the wall and observed the mural.

He was surprised to find that not only did the direction of his eyes change, but also his original cruel breath disappeared. In a flash, he changed from a murderer to an ordinary old man!

Xia Fei's fingers are whirling on the wall, and the paint brings a kind of warm texture. The place where the paint is painted is obviously thicker and more delicate than the ordinary wall.

After biting his teeth, Xia Fei decided to pull out the paint and look inside.

Just then, the open door began to heal quietly again!

Xia Fei's reaction time is only 0.01 seconds. He pushes his legs on the ground and swish before the door is closed! The sound of a flash, the whole person into the dark.

Bang!

A dull voice came, the door and finally together, Xia Fei into a completely strange space.

With a few blinks, Xia Fei spent a few seconds getting used to the darkness.

It was a parallel passage, narrow and humid, and I didn't know where to go.

Without weapons, communication facilities, or even lighting, it seems unwise to go into this dark and secluded corridor alone.

"What to do?" Ghost question and answer.

Xia Fei said with a smile, "if you come, you will be at ease. Maybe there is a secret hidden in it. If you don't go to see it, who can be at ease?"

Ghost frowned. Xia Fei is a man of strong curiosity. It is because of his curiosity that he always causes many troubles. His premonition finally comes true. Xia Fei is surrounded by troubles again. What's more, even Xia Fei himself can't tell what the trouble is. His intuition tells him to go on.

He put his finger in front of his nose and sniffed it. Xia Fei said in a deep voice: "the paint on the mural just now was mixed with human blood."

"Human blood? Can you be sure? "

Xia Fei nodded and flicked a small piece of peeled paint on his fingertip into the darkness. "Well, although the smell of the paint tampers with the blood, it still can't erase the peculiar smell of human blood."

The ghost was silent. Although Xia Fei was young, he had a lot of life under him. In addition, with his own keen perception, it was not difficult to distinguish the smell of blood from the ancient mural paint.

Xia Fei walked along the ancient passage. The air was cold and humid. The sound of his own feet was only heard. People could not help feeling a little uneasy. (to be continued, please visit www.qidian.com , more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading! )

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