Returning from the full level: I have covered that sick child

Ye Mingluo narrowed his eyes, and beat Song Chi with a serious expression: "Song Chi, what should be said and what should not be said, you have to be measured."

Song Chi curled his lips and complained about Ye Mingluo, "You're usually as stupid as Huo Wuwei, I thought you were such a fool. You look like a genius doctor now."

"Doctor Ye, please keep it up."

Ye Mingluo: "."

Ye Mingluo suddenly turned into a silly and sweet temper again. He put his arms around Song Chi's shoulders and asked him jokingly, "Are you also jealous of the battle?"

Song Chi nodded, and asked him, "Aren't you jealous?"

Isn't Ye Mingluo jealous?
Of course he is jealous!

But his surname is Ye, not Huo. He is so powerful that it is impossible for him to have Huo Wen'an's powerful position.

But Song Chi is different. Song Chi is the eldest grandson of the Huo family. If he really wants to risk his life, his bicycle may become a motorcycle.

Ye Mingluo worried that Song Chi would be as determined to seize the throne as Huo Wenbei.

Of course Song Chi knew what Ye Mingluo was thinking. He said calmly and rationally: "They respect Huo Wen'an, not Huo's young master who is at the helm. If it were Huo Wenbei's adou, do you think they would still be so respectful?"

"What the Huo family needs is not a lone wolf who is brave and good at fighting, but a wolf who can lead a pack of wolves to fight." Song Chi stared at Huo Wen'an who was bending over to get out of the car, and said convincingly: "He is both brave and good at fighting. The lone wolf is also the leader of the wolf pack, and it can also make people submit willingly."

"And me." Song Chi shrugged, "Right now, I just want to go online dating."

He has been playing games with Baixi for so long, but he has never found a chance to show up.

He was running out of patience.

Seeing that Song Chi was aware of his weight, Ye Mingluo felt relieved.

*
Huo Lan personally brought Huo Wenan and the others into Huojiatun. He knew that Huo Wenan had come to Huojiatun for the first time, so he said, "Helm, this is the origin of the Huo family. It is said that the Huo family's ancestors have lived near here for generations."

"Hundreds of years ago, the Huo family was just a group of ordinary farmers who relied on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water. At that time, the Huo family lived in all the Huo family. After the Huo family became rich, they moved to Shenyang. Hidden Island, only some people are left to live in Huojiatun."

"Later, the Great War broke out, seeing that Xia Kingdom was about to usher in the defeat of the country and family. In desperation, the master of the Huo family led the whole clan to join the war. The whole Huo family, regardless of gender, was over 14 years old and under 65 years old All the clansmen have to take up arms and participate in the battle of defending the country."

Having said that, Huo Lan paused for a long time.

Looking at the ancient city and historic sites in front of him, he lamented, "After that long war, the number of Huo family members dropped from 2000 to 400."

"In the entire Huojiatun, there are only 12 children who were not allowed to go to war because of their young age. Today, their descendants live in this ancient city and guard it for generations."

Huo Wen'an had learned the things Huo Lan said in history books.

But in the history books, only a few strokes were used to summarize the Huo family's sacrifice.

Until today, standing in the ancient city of Huojiatun, looking around, he could only see long and empty alleys, but could not find any living Huo family members. Only then did Huo Wen'an feel the weight of history and the cruelty of war.

Accompanied by Xu Xingguang, Ye Mingluo and others, he walked into the Huo family's helm mansion without saying a word, and saw forty or fifty men, women and children wearing Huo's double-breasted jackets standing neatly at the gate .

The oldest one was an old woman with silver hair. Her name was Huo Jing. According to her seniority, Huo Wen'an had to be called uncle.

Huo Jing introduced the identities of the Huo family members behind her to Huo Wen'an.After the introduction, they were let into the yard to get busy, while she accompanied Huo Wenan.

As they walked, Huo Jing sighed, "The last time anyone came to the island was more than 20 years ago. That time, your father, Mr. Huo Canghai, brought your mother back to the old house to pay homage to the ancestors. Madam's stomach was full of Pregnant with you."

"In a flash, Master Steering has grown up to this size."

Hearing this, Huo Wen'an stopped in his tracks and asked Huo Jing, "Where is the ancestral hall?"

"The ancestral hall is in the north of Huojiatun, it's a bit far away." Huo Jing asked Huo Wen'an, "Master Helmsman, do you want to go and have a look now?"

Huo Wen'an took Xu Xingguang's hand, and he said: "This is my lover, and the future wife at the helm of the Huo family. Since I brought her here, I should go to pay homage to the old ancestor first. Please lead the way."

Hearing this, Huo Jing smiled happily.

She blessed Xu Xingguang, and changed her words on the spot: "It turns out that the girl is the wife that our lord at the helm recognized. Huo Jing pays her respects."

Xu Xingguang felt a little unnatural, but he didn't deny the title.

"Song Chi." Huo Wen'an turned around and called Song Chi, "You come with us."

Song Chi hummed, and followed them to the ancestral hall with Huo Jing.

Huo Jing knew a little about Song Chi's identity.

Huo Jing and Song Chi are siblings of the same generation, and Huo Jing doesn't need to use an honorific title for him.

She said to Song Chi: "Your parents came with the old helm last time, and you were still in their stomachs at that time."

Song Chi had a stupid mouth and didn't know how to answer the words. He hummed and stopped talking.

Huojiatun is really too big. It took three to ten minutes to walk from the steering mansion to the ancestral hall before arriving at the destination.

Unexpectedly, the Huo Family Ancestral Hall is not a small ancestral hall, but a seven-story tower!
Outside the pagoda, it is not written 'Huo Family Ancestral Hall', but 'Worship Pagoda'.

Weird name.

"Sacrifice tower." Xu Xingguang read out the word "sacrifice tower", and his mood became heavy for no reason.

Huo Wen'an looked up at the top of the tower, and asked Huo Jing: "What kind of person is eligible to be enshrined inside after death?"

Huo Jing said: "Only those who have made outstanding contributions to the country, the people, and the Huo family are eligible to be enshrined in the sacrificial tower."

Song Chi asked curiously, "How many tablets are there in this tower?"

Huo Jing said: "I haven't counted it, there are too many. During the Great Patriotic War, more than 200 tablets were enshrined in it at one time."

Shaking his head, Huo Jing lamented, "This pagoda has 7 floors. We only have the keys to the bottom six floors. The key to the seventh floor has been lost. As for who is enshrined on the top of the tower, no one knows."

"The old helm and the others came over last time, and tried to open the door on the seventh floor to go in, but they didn't succeed."

Huo Wen'an frowned, a little surprised, "How could the key be lost?"

Huo Jing didn't know about it either, she said: "Our Huo family has lived on this land for generations, and this sacrificial pagoda has always been there. My father told me that he once looked through the Huo family's history with the elders of the family. In all the literature, there is no record related to the seventh floor key."

"Perhaps, there is no key at all on the seventh floor."

Xu Xingguang pointed out: "If there is a door on the seventh floor, there must be a key."

But Huo Jing shook her head and said, "There is no door on the seventh floor, it is sealed. There is only a keyhole in the wall. I think that may be some secret door."

Huo Jing couldn't tell what was going on, so she took out the key to the altar from the cloth bag she was carrying.

When the heavy tower door was opened, a thick and murderous aura gushed out from the tower.

Xu Xingguang felt the chilling aura, and couldn't help but be in awe.She said: "Influenced by the generations of Huo family's dead, this tower has condensed the power of righteousness and awe-inspiring killing. It is fierce, but not evil."

Xu Xingguang had only felt such power in another world.

And a pagoda that can condense this kind of energy fluctuation must hide a great person with the merits of saving the world in the pagoda!

She had a bold guess about the identity of the owner of the enshrined tablet on the seventh floor.

Huo Wen'an stood in the middle of the first floor of the sacrificial tower, looked up, and found that except for the first floor, the places for offerings on other floors were almost full.

It can be seen from this that the origin of the Huo family definitely lasted more than 300 years.

In the middle of the hall on the first floor stands a large incense burner.

Huo Jing went up, took a few sticks of incense, and handed them to Huo Wenan, Xu Xingguang and Song Chi respectively.

The three lit incense, paid homage to the ancestors, and put the incense into the incense burner.

Looking at the censer emitting incense smoke, Huo Wen'an suddenly turned and walked towards the stairs. He said, "Let's go to the 7th floor."

Huo Jing was a little surprised, she said: "Master Steward, I won't be able to climb up with my old bones anymore, so I won't accompany you up."

"Just wait below."

After climbing six or seven floors in one breath, Huo Wen'an was a little out of breath. He leaned against the wall of the tower, held Xu Xingguang's hand, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xu Xingguang pouted, "I'm not a porcelain doll."

Song Chi understood, but could only pretend not to hear.

Huo Wen'an pouted at Song Chi, "My dear nephew, go up and check the situation first."

Song Chi was shocked by the sound of "good nephew", but he obediently went to check the tower gate on the seventh floor.

Going out from the stairs on the 7th floor, Song Chi was blocked by a carved wooden wall.

"Boss, the 7th floor is closed, there is no door."

Xu Xingguang pulled Huo Wen'an to the corridor on the seventh floor. Looking at the carved wooden wall in front of her, she exclaimed, "It turned out to be locked."

"What is a lock?" Neither Song Chi nor Huo Wen'an understood this thing.

"Theoretically speaking, a lock is a dead mechanism that is locked from the inside and cannot be opened. Generally, this kind of lock is only used in one place." Xu Xingguang pursed his lips and whispered three words: "The Emperor's Tomb."

Song Chi opened his mouth, looking at the gaudy wooden wall in front of him, feeling surprised. "It's not big here, what level of emperor will be buried here?"

Xu Xingguang said four words: "The subjugated emperor."

Song Chi frowned and remained silent.

Huo Wen'an also guessed whose tomb was inside, he asked Xu Xingguang: "It's locked, can it be opened?"

Xu Xingguang didn't speak.

Staring at the wall in front of her, she finally understood the reason why the mirror of reincarnation sent her to another world for infrastructure construction.

The closed mechanism is an unsolvable puzzle for the civilization of the secular world.And in the different world, from a small carpenter to an infrastructure madman, she happened to be familiar with mechanisms of various difficulties.

In that different world, she once built an emperor's tomb for His Majesty the king of her country.

It stands to reason that she should also be buried with her.

But His Majesty the king was kind, he gave Xu Xingguang a glass of fake poisoned wine, and gave Xu Xingguang a chance to open the mechanism and continue to live incognito.

"It can be opened." Xu Xingguang said: "There is only one way to open the lock."

She said: "It can be a token, it can be a sentence, or it can be anything." As for the emperor she served, he asked Xu Xingguang to design a lock for her that could be opened with tokens.

The token was one of his finger bones.

Only when the country is in trouble, his descendants can use his finger bones to open his tomb.

Xu Xingguang approached the wall, touched the small keyhole, and she said, "This keyhole is fake, you can't open it with any key inserted."

She carefully looked at the entire wall and came to a conclusion: "It's a voice-activated lock."

She said: "In this wall, there is a timbre percussion panel hidden. When we say the correct password, the percussion panel can be triggered to operate, and the lock switch can be opened from the inside."

Song Chi felt a headache, and he said, "It's harder than finding a needle in a haystack to open the lock with one sentence."

"I don't know either." Xu Xingguang was not the designer of this lock, and she couldn't guess the secret language of the mechanism at all.

Huo Wen'an felt a little headache.

He rubbed his head unconsciously, and a mess of pictures popped up in his mind. He blurted out: "The emperor is the pioneer and the backer. The one who abandons the people and escapes is the tortoise. Since I am the king, I should share weal and woe with the people!"