Chapter 202: Rope Language Got Mixed Up

Wang An walked down while counting the number of stairs under his feet, touching the horse lamps hanging on the cave wall, and lighting one as he went.

Soon, this huge "urn" became bright. One has to admit that the Little Days worked very rigorously. The distance between the horse lamps was about 4 meters.

This allowed the light from the horse lamps to connect perfectly, without a visual drop of being bright in one place and black in another. Moreover, the stairs were built very neatly, without any unevenness or jaggedness.

Wang An couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This bunch of non-human things, besides not having the humanity that a human should have, really couldn't find any faults in other aspects! Born as a human, yet specifically not doing human things, truly a beastly group.

When he counted to the 112th stair, Wang An arrived at the very bottom of the internal space of the Mount Shitou. Roughly estimated, it was about 25 meters from the entrance to the bottom.

After Wang An lit many candles at the bottom, the internal space of the Mount Shitou was basically presented before Wang An's eyes.

Overall, this was a cylindrical space that was thin on top and thick on the bottom, just like flattening the tip of a conical pile of soil.

Saying it was a huge upside-down "urn" was also not wrong at all. The entire bottom space was about 1,000 square meters, with many small rooms built with bricks and cement. In the open space, there were many large boxes, tables, and chairs, and many shelves.

There were also many bottles and jars on the shelves. If he wasn't mistaken, these bottles and jars were all filled with harmful things. Wang An didn't recognize the characters of the Little Days, but judging from the individual Chinese characters and English letters on them, this was a pile of chemical supplies.

So, the extremely cautious and life-cherishing Wang An didn't dare to touch any of them, or rather, he didn't even reach out his hand.

On the table was a large pile of various instruments, including many microscopes. Of course, including the microscopes, Wang An didn't dare to touch any of them. Who knew what these things were for, and what if they were poisonous?

But strangely, on all the tables, except for various books of the Little Days or English books, there were no papers with any characters.

Finally, in a large iron bucket, Wang An discovered half a bucket of paper ash. Wang An was very familiar with paper ash; last time at the turn, Wang An personally burned several jin of yellow paper.

Wang An carried the horse lamp and pushed open the door of a small room. Looking over with the light of the horse lamp, the scene in front of him made Wang An suddenly furious, his teeth gritted, and he couldn't help but curse: "Little Days, I'll fuck your mother!"

A mummy was tied to a chair, with the left hand tied to the left foot, and the right hand tied to the right foot.

There was also a rope on each side pulling to both sides, and the other end of the rope was tied to the walls on both sides.

And facing Wang An was the crotch and upper body of the mummy!

This scene was truly infuriating. Judging by the long hair, the mummy must have been a lady when she was alive!

In his anger, Wang An thought about letting this mummy be buried in peace, but just as he was about to take action, Wang An held back. Sometimes, some things, if there is an opportunity, must be made known to more people!

Wang An walked out of the small room with a gloomy face and closed the door.

He pushed open the doors of other small rooms one by one. Sure enough, there were more mummies. Except for the different postures of being tied up, without exception, they all had long hair!

Looking at these mummies, yet being able to do nothing, Wang An felt quite angry, quite stifled, and even more quite sad!

The whole person felt like they were going to explode from anger. Even though Wang An had spent half his life in the hedge (prison) in his past life, his mood had never been so gloomy. Oppressive, it was truly too oppressive!

When Wang An pushed open the door of the last small single room, his mood instantly became good, even better than good! Although there were also mummies in this single room, and there were 3 mummies, judging by their clothing and height, these three little bastards were Little Days people.

And all three people committed suicide. Before dying, they should have knelt there and stabbed their own abdomens with knives, stabbing themselves to death alive.

Seeing the dead Little Days, and three of them dying at once, then no matter who it was, as long as they were Chinese, their mood would instantly become comfortable!

Anyway, Wang An's feeling at this moment was even more comfortable than when he was doing things on the kang with Mu Xueqing.

It is no wonder that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Wang An went from an extremely bad mood to an extremely comfortable mood now, just because what his eyes saw was different.

After all, seeing human beings, especially one's own compatriots, die miserably, and seeing beasts commit suicide collectively, that feeling is completely like the former being on the ground and the latter being in the sky; the gap is too large!

In fact, human emotions are very simple. You treat me well, I treat you well; these are all emotions that normal people should have.

But it was clearly you living your life and me living mine, and it would be good to live such a plain life, but you had to rob me. Robbing me is one thing, but you also had to kill my family and insult my compatriots. Then, taking you as an eternal enemy is absolutely not wrong at all!

Closing the door of the last single room, Wang An came to a pile of boxes in a good mood. There were 17 boxes in total, large and small, all placed very neatly.

The most eye-catching was a leather suitcase, because this leather suitcase was standing alone to one side. The leather suitcase was about 60 centimeters long, about 20 centimeters wide, and about 50 centimeters high. This leather suitcase was also a two-half structure.

There was a handle on the very top of the leather suitcase, and there were buckles on both sides of the handle. The entire outside of the leather suitcase was covered in the same kind of leather. As for what kind of animal skin it was, it couldn't be seen.

However, the way this leather suitcase was made, even from the perspective of Wang An's past life, was exceptionally exquisite and beautiful. Whether it was the workmanship or the materials used, it was exceptionally particular!

Not far from the leather suitcase were 4 wooden boxes stacked together. These four wooden boxes looked exactly the same and were the smallest among this pile of boxes. They were all about 40 centimeters long, about 30 centimeters wide, and 30 centimeters high. Moreover, each wooden box was tied tightly with a leather belt at one-quarter of the long side of the box.

Next to these four boxes were four larger wooden boxes. These four boxes also looked exactly the same, about 70 centimeters long, about 50 centimeters wide, and 50 centimeters high, stacked two by two.

Then there were two boxes slightly smaller than these four boxes. These two boxes were also stacked together, about 60 centimeters long, 50 centimeters wide, and 50 centimeters high.

Finally, there were 6 large boxes with different lengths and sizes. These six boxes were truly quite large. The largest two, Wang An felt, might be smaller than a coffin, but not much smaller.

Wang An looked at these 17 boxes, feeling that these were all treasures inside, all treasures that hadn't had time to be transported away!

Because except for the leather suitcase and the 4 small boxes, the other 12 large boxes all had ropes tied to them. These ropes were also very rare cowhide ropes, clearly already packed and organized. As long as you wanted to transport them away, two or four people lifting them would be enough to lift them all away.

Wang An thought about it and decided to call the two of them in before opening these boxes one by one.

So, Wang An pulled the rope twice, paused for 2 seconds, and then pulled the rope twice again.

Then, Wang An felt the rope around his waist being pulled tight violently, and before Wang An could react, he was pulled by the rope and smashed onto the ground on his butt.

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