It seemed to be made of brass. When Song Da saw the scroll for the first time, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Song Da subconsciously reached out to take the scroll from the table. Unexpectedly, Song Er quickly grabbed Song Da's wrist. "Ah Da, wait, there's a mechanism!"
Song Da suddenly shivered. He knew that Song Er's hobby was to study some strange things, so he nodded and stepped aside.
At this time, Song Er slowly walked around the stage a few times, and then looked around. Suddenly, Song Er took out a gorgeous dagger from the pile of treasures.
He walked in front of the counter, pulled out his dagger, and carefully inserted the blade into the scroll. He explained, "This should be a gravity mechanism. The scroll is pressing down on the switch of the mechanism. Once it's taken away, the switch will pop out. I don't know what kind of trap there will be … Okay."
At this time, Song Er pressed down on the dagger and then quickly picked up the scroll book. After taking the scroll, Song Er didn't move. Instead, he listened more carefully for a few seconds, then slowly sighed.
He pointed to a wooden box not far away that should be used to store jewelry. Song Er understood and quickly took it. Song Er put the box back in the scroll's original position, then pulled out the dagger.
"Okay, it's okay." Song Er heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, this mechanism is from ancient times. If it was modern technology, it would not be a neutral mechanism, but a buoyant mechanism. If the weight is different, it will still trigger the mechanism."
Song Da gave him a thumbs up, then took the scroll and looked at it carefully.
Soon, Song Da frowned and said, "Why can't I open this thing?"
He saw that the scroll's opening didn't have anything like a lock. However, with Song Da's strength, he couldn't open the scroll. "This thing is strange! What's written on it? "
Song Er took a look. On the surface of the scroll, there was a line of words. "This seems to be Arabic. I learned some from Mr. Blind … Gu … Gulan?"
"Gu Lan?" Song Da was surprised. "Is that a person's name?"
Song Er glanced at Song Da, then frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's the Quran, something that belongs to the imams … Aiya, it's the same as saying that the Tripitaka has the same meaning to our former abbot!"
"Why don't you just say that it's Imam's Code of Law …" Song Da rolled his eyes. He then asked in confusion, "Why would these bloodsucking monsters hide such things under their castles?"
Song San said, "They probably stole it from somewhere. Look at the treasures here, there are all kinds of things. Could it be that the previous owner of the castle robbed them?"
Song Da Yi took the scroll from Song Er's hands. "This thing is a bit strange. When I looked at it just now, I felt like my thoughts weren't mine. I think it's better if we don't touch it … The wealth here is enough for us to live in luxury for several lifetimes. Be content with what you have! "
"Wait, I have an idea." Song Er snatched the scroll and said seriously, "Maybe the blind man has a way to open it. I'm just studying the art of mechanisms, but that guy is a fraud, and a very capable one at that. Maybe he'll be interested … Ah Da, no matter how we practice, no matter how much we practice, we won't be able to get started … "
Song San said hesitantly, "Second Brother, you mean …"
Song Er said, "Why do we stay with Master Song? Is it because he's willing to provide for us? There are many people who are willing to provide for us. If we are willing to show our skills, how many rich people in the country will be willing to provide for us? But why do we have to stay in this foreign country? Yes, that's right. A big part of the reason is that Master Song did save us in the past. "
Song Er looked at Song Da's frowning face and hurriedly said, "Ah Da, I know that we are indebted to others for a thousand years. We Buddhist disciples also emphasize karma. But think about it, after so many years, we've saved Master Song many times, right? Think about it. Who was the one who brought Old Master Song back from the pursuit of hundreds of mercenaries in Cuba? It was us! And that time in Malacca, and that time in South Africa! When have we ever not risked our lives for them? Let's not talk about the past. Let's talk about this time. Didn't we risk our lives too? "
Song Da was silent.
Song Er said, "You and I both know that we've already repaid all the favors we owe him. Isn't it because of the blind man? He's the one we've been searching for to enter the Dao! Isn't it because we want to learn from the blind man that's even more amazing than martial arts … the power of a cultivator? If the blind man likes this, it might be our real stepping stone. "
Song Da was still hesitant.
Song Er threw out the last straw. "Do you only want to live a rich life, or cultivate the Dao of Immortality?"
"F * ck … I'll do it!" Song Da slapped his head and made a decision. "Take this back to the blind man and see what he says!"
"Brothers, come and take a look. There seems to be a door here!" Song San hurriedly called out.
It was a small door hidden in the corner of the treasure room. There was a huge wooden carving in front of the door. After Song San pushed it open, it was revealed.
Song Er hurriedly went over to study it and finally found the mechanism to open it. It wasn't a hidden secret room, but a long passage.
Song Er's eyes lit up. "This is a treasure room. Usually, the place where the treasure is placed must have a back door … this is the way to retreat! We're saved! "
"Then … what about these treasures? There are so many of them. We can't take them with us? "
"Stupid! What's the point of spending money if we lose our lives? If we don't die, we can just ask Master Song to call a few hundred people. We can't believe that we can't defeat these monsters with cannons and bombs! When the time comes, we'll divide the treasures! "
"That's right!"
With the ancient scroll book in hand, the brothers closed the door of the treasure vault. Then, they tiptoed into the newly discovered passageway.
…
Hitasir decided to leave this place.
Businessmen shouldn't be suspected — although many businessmen would do anything for a 300% profit and disregard all risks.
Hitasir himself would often take some risks — but what was in front of him was no longer a risk!
Have you ever seen someone directly kill a fourth-generation vampire? Citasir had seen it before. A long time ago, when the 13 clans joined forces to eliminate a traitor, he even managed to pick up some scraps on the battlefield and gained some advantages. However, the 13 clans' annihilation force also suffered heavy casualties.
That was a fourth-generation vampire, not some dregs who mingled in the university campus, fell in love with women, and then met to watch the dawn.
He saw with his own eyes that his ancestor was immobilized by a single sentence, then stripped of his strength by another sentence, and finally returned to his original state with a single sentence.
As the origin of the Fernandes Family's bloodline, Hitasir could clearly feel the disappearance of Viscount Fernandes — under such circumstances, how could he dare to stay in the manor?
Hitasir felt that he had suffered a huge loss in this business — Tu Shenyi, no, Karin had destroyed one of his clay figurines. Project True Blood was declared a failure, and the most secretive power of the Fernandes Family, Viscount Fernandes, was crippled.
But before retreating, Hitasir still came to a place.
This was the last thought of Viscount Fernandes before he turned back into a mummy. Because of the blood relationship, Hitasir could hear the last words of the ancestor.
Another secret hidden by the Fernandes Family.
A long spiral staircase … … When Hitasir reached this place, he saw a huge wooden door.
This wooden door naturally couldn't stop Hitasir, so he easily pushed it open. All kinds of wealth entered his sight. With Hitasir's eyesight, he could naturally see that the gold and silver here were useless things.
However, some of the gems here contained weak power, but they were not really good things … Citasil frowned. What was the use of the Ancestor leaving behind such a treasure for him?
Would the vampires lack money?
Hitasir knitted his brows and walked in. After carefully inspecting the place, he noticed that there was a table in the middle – on the table, there was an exquisite jewellery box.
Hitasir opened the jewelry box. His intuition told him that the last thing the ancestor wanted him to take away should be the thing on the table.
"Earrings?" Hitasir frowned and picked up a pair of pearl earrings from the jewelry box.
The pearls were quite big, but the key point was … Hitasir couldn't see anything special about them.
"There must be some secret I don't know." Hitasir frowned. Otherwise, Viscount Fernandes wouldn't have let him take away such a thing at the end.
Hitasir took a deep breath and thought for a while before putting the earrings on his ears. He planned to study them after returning.
Hitasir quickly turned around and left … the money here didn't attract him at all.
And the more he stayed in this place, the more dangerous it would be … Who knew if he would still be alive when he met Luoqiu the next time?
"Next time … Next time I see you, I will definitely get you … Little cutie."
Hitasir revealed a sinister smile before finally disappearing into the darkness.
…
…
She staggered. The power of the fourth generation Viscount Fernandes was unbearable for her. Therefore, she had to support herself against the wall to be able to walk.
At this time, she should be called Karin.
Her white hair swayed as she staggered. She was like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness. Although her injuries were serious, the self-healing ability of a vampire had been accelerating her body's recovery.
But she tripped over something and her body suddenly fell forward. Karin fell to the ground and something fell out of her body. It was a coin.
A 1-mark coin.
Karin raised her head and wanted to reach out to pick up the coin … Her hand was in front of her eyes, some distance away from the coin, but her eyes were flickering.
…
In the heavy snow, the sound of bells rang everywhere on the street. This was actually the sound of Christmas songs. Christmas Eve, 1990 on the streets of Berlin, Germany.
People left in a hurry, rushing home to accompany their relatives or to meet their lovers. They all had their own places to go, and they were looking forward to it and anxious.
Ding, ding, ding … ding.
Different from the sound of bells in the music, a coin fell to the ground and then rolled. It was about to roll into the sewer of the street.
But in the end, the coin was stopped by a pair of boots — or rather, the rolling coin just hit the boots of a pedestrian.
At this time, a young man with messy hair quickly walked over. The young man's eyes were always looking at the ground … He seemed to be the owner of the coin.
When he found that the coin was safe before it fell into the sewer, he said happily, "Oh, I still have to thank God, this is my last property."
With that said, the young man bent down and picked up the coin.
At this time, the young man noticed that the person who blocked the coin that was about to fall into the sewer for him was a woman, a beautiful woman.
The young man smiled and muttered, "It seems that I am not unlucky."
"Are you very unlucky?" The woman suddenly asked in Hua Nation's language. There was almost no trace of an accent in her voice.
But this woman had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was obviously a foreigner.
The young man asked curiously, "Do you speak Chinese?"
The woman nodded casually, and the hat she wore was already covered with a layer of frost. Her hands were in the pockets of her coat, and her face was a little pale. It seemed that she was frozen.
"You haven't told me yet that you are very unlucky?" The woman asked again.
The young man shrugged, then rubbed his hands that were stiff because of the cold, and said casually, "I just gambled with others. I lost all my money, and only this 1-mark coin is left. I don't even know how it appeared on me. "
The woman said indifferently, "Is losing gambling bad luck? There are many unlucky people in the world."
The young man said at this time, "What if we gambled on luck? Pure luck, and I even used some skills, but I still can't beat him? "
"Oh?" The woman looked sideways slightly, as if she found something interesting. She suddenly glanced at the young man's hands.
The fingers were slender, but she could see that the ten fingers of this pair of hands were stronger than ordinary people, and they must be very flexible.
The young man mocked himself at this time, "I have never lost, but this time I lost completely, and I lost to someone who doesn't know how to gamble … Losing to him seems to be a blessing from the Goddess of Luck."
"Are you very good at gambling?" The woman asked indifferently.
The young man smiled confidently at this time. He picked up the 1-mark coin and raised it, "Do you believe that I can use this to buy that building in one night?"
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