Picking up the diary, Zhang Jue subconsciously flipped it around for a while, suddenly was stunned, closed the diary, looked up at the sky, wanted to read ┢┞read ┡┞book.ww.1;┢

He squatted down, took out his phone and called out the flashlight, and murmured: "I hope it's not that I'm dazzled."

At that moment, he seemed to see an important picture.

‘Wow~’

As pages of gentle movements were slight, Zhang Jue's breathing became rapid, and he was so nervous that he was unparalleled.

The zombie standing behind him looked at Zhang Jue with a expressionless face, and suddenly burst out without warning, and slashed at the back of Zhang Jue's head with one fierce claw.

Zhang Jue, who was nervously looking at the diary, seemed to have not noticed it at all, but the next second he reached his paw, suddenly turned his head and avoided the blow. He turned around and punched him, which was mixed with a faint fluorescence. When he looked roughly, he felt that his hands were filled with light.

‘Bang.’

With a dull sound, the zombie flew backwards, Zhang Jue stopped and squatted on the ground to watch the diary carefully, and said lightly: "Get out.┟┡┝You have to read ┞books.ww.1;┟Don't disturb me."

With a light punch, Zhang Jue was not bored in the ancient well, but the zombie was in trouble now.

This punch made him twitch on the ground and he couldn't get up for a long time. It seemed that he was going to die.

A punch hit the nose, and black blood kept flowing out, crawling out along the broken skin and maggots.

The nose was knocked off directly, and without the nose, he was like a blind man. He could no longer smell the breath of a stranger.

How can ghosts and monsters compete with the power of great love in the world? This is a merit!

Zhang Jue frowned tightly, he was about to turn to the end. Why didn’t the one you saw just now appear?

‘Wow~’

Turning another page, the picture appeared again without warning.

This is not a picture, this is a photo. The photo is black and white, a little yellowed, and it is glued to this page of the diary. ┢You should┝┡Read┞book.ww.1kanshu.

There is also a large section of Japanese in the photo, which is very sloppy.

Zhang Jue looked at this photo and took a breath. He kept gritting his teeth and letting go, feeling in a mess.

But it was just because this photo was not another thing, but a scene of capture.

Four or five Japanese soldiers wearing gloves lay on a statue of god and stuffed a sword inside.

That statue of the god is the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, that sword is the gentleman's sword...

"Governor Ouyang's gentleman sword was put in by this group of Japanese soldiers? Why did they put the gentleman sword into the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? How did they get the gentleman sword? This is what my ancestors do."

Zhang Jue murmured, his mind full of questions. He said in his heart that his premonition was getting more and more accurate now. He had a great opportunity to keep the zombie and follow him back to his nest. It was indeed a great opportunity, and it was indeed a solution to the mystery in his heart.

How could Governor Ouyang have a gentleman sword? He has troubled himself for a long time. I have to read ┟┢╟┢╟

Today I finally solved a little clue, and the feelings were put in by this group of Japanese soldiers.

Looking at the other backgrounds in the photo, Zhang Jue carefully observed that there was a word in the upper right corner of the photo. It was a temple behind the place where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was located. This temple was only one corner of it. It happened to be illuminated into the first character of the plaque of the hall. This word was 'big'

When Zhang Jue saw this big word, he was very disappointed. This was not a clue.

If you guessed correctly, there are three characters behind this big character, which is the Main Hall.

The name of Mainland Palace is almost every temple.

But when looking at the roof of the dome of the temple, I saw that the temple was quite unique and the architectural style was very unique. The eaves were not carved by dragons and phoenixes, but there were strings of wind chimes hanging on the ordinary eaves.

There is a saying about wind chimes. In traditional Chinese civilization, there is a saying: Don’t plant the wind-facing willow in front of the door, and don’t carry ghosts behind the house clapping hands.

Wind Willow and Ghost Clap are both plants, two kinds of trees.╟┟╟┞Reading┟

But in fact, there is another saying: There cannot be wind chimes in the house.

From a metaphysical perspective, wind chimes attract ghosts. In fact, it is even more impossible to hang things like wind chimes in temples.

So this is a bit inconsistent.

Zhang Jue recorded the scene in the photo, then closed the diary and put it in his arms, pointing at another grave: "Continue digging."

The zombies had to get up and continue to dig the grave.

When I return to Jiangbei, I have to find someone who understands Japanese to crack this diary. At least I have to understand what the diary under this photo means.

In general, I still gained a lot today. I didn’t expect that I would get such a great opportunity just by following my heart.

I miss the gentleman sword, and Zhang Jue will get it back sooner or later. But Zhang Jue is more interested in the past and present of the gentleman sword.

The zombies dug several graves in a row, but they never gained anything again.

Zhang Jue was a little disappointed, only a few were left. If it was gone, it would be gone. In fact, I hope to dig out something better, but don’t think about it if it is gone. Having a diary is also a surprise.

‘Ding~’

A sound of gold and iron clashing came, and the zombies continued to dig, but Zhang Jue hurriedly said: "Wait, you get up, I will dig this grave myself."

Zhang Jue was so excited that the sound of gold and iron clashed? That means there are metal objects under the grave. Of course, zombies cannot dig such good things.

It’s a bit like a girl’s mentality of unpacking the package. It doesn’t matter what it is. Anyway, the process of unpacking is very enjoyable.

Zhang Jue stepped forward, reached into the soil and touched it. His eyes lit up. He was cold, smooth and hard, and quite large. It seemed to be a big weapon.

I had a fantasy in my head, could it be the ammunition box of the Japanese devils? Or the shells?

If I were to dig out this and give it to Qu Moxin, I'm afraid that Old Qu would be proud of this guy for the rest of his life if he held it.

But it’s unscientific to think about it. This team of Japanese devils has been washed away. If there are really shells or something, will they still leave it for themselves?

When he digged the soil, something with a metallic luster appeared. Zhang Jue frowned. How many years have it been, and it still has luster? It is not a modern thing, right?

Zhang Jue continued to dig the soil.

A moment later, a cast iron coffin was dug out.

Zhang Jue stared at the cast iron coffin in a daze, and was puzzled. There was a cast iron coffin in the Japanese grave? Could it be that which Japanese commander was killed by the bombing? He made him special for humanitarianism?

That won’t be true. No matter how special it is, it must be a wooden coffin. Who can make a pig iron for you to have nothing to do?

After looking around, Zhang Jue found that the cast iron coffin was actually integrated, and there was not even a lid for the coffin.

After knocking, a crisp "dongdongdongdongdong" sound showed that this was not solid, hollow, and there must be something inside.

Zhang Jue was about to let the zombies break open with brute force, but suddenly there was a small gap on the head of the coffin. He shone it with flashlight and exclaimed: "I'll go, there's a door!" (To be continued.)

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