Feng Qing tried to teach the ancients how to use all kinds of modern equipment, but there was one thing that Feng Qing felt he might never be able to teach them in his lifetime.

...That was the toilet.

Feng Qing could explain the faucet with traditional customs, and the sound with his own loud voice.

But how could Feng Qing explain the toilet?

There was only one place in the inn with a toilet, which was in the small toilet cubicle next to the room where Feng Qing usually lived.

Because this cubicle was somewhat out of tune with the style of the entire inn, it had been hidden in a very secluded place. If you didn't look for it on purpose, you wouldn't be able to find it at all, and it was also a place that guests basically wouldn't visit.

...After all, there is a well-equipped public toilet not far away, and these inns used as filming sites do not welcome visitors to leave anything here. The only small toilet is only for the staff who live here for a long time.

For example, other places are antique, but as long as you push the door into this toilet, you will instantly travel back to the 21st century. The walls are covered with waterproof tiles, there are shiny incandescent lights above, and in the corner is a dressing table, on which Feng Qing's toothpaste, toothbrush and messy cosmetics are placed.

Sometimes when Feng Qing pushed the door open, she felt like she was traveling through time and space, which made her particularly intoxicated. Sometimes when she squatted on the toilet, she would feel homesick.

But in fact, Feng Qing has always had a question that she couldn't tell anyone.

——Where did her shit go?

Although time travel is already a very magical thing, Feng Qing occasionally thinks about some more in-depth questions.

According to the wifi that came from nowhere in the entire inn, and the electricity from an unknown source, Feng Qing thinks that this toilet should be based on the same principle. Its bottom probably leads to a place that no one knows where it is.

In fact, when you think about it this way, it's really weird.

It felt a bit like a horror movie, where some unknown creature hides in the toilet, and then one day it suddenly stretches out its hand from the pit.

But who cares. Feng Qing thought as he unblocked the toilet.

Going to the dry toilet outside was impossible, even if he was caught by a ghost.

"Why is this toilet so blocked today? Is there really a ghost blocking it?" Feng Qing poured water into it while unblocking it, but he couldn't get it to work after several attempts.

"Forget it, just leave it here for now." After unsuccessfully unblocking it for a long time, Feng Qing finally gave up.

According to Feng Qing's many years of experience in unblocking toilets, if this thing is really blocked, it is best to leave it for a while. Generally, after a period of time, it will be unblocked inexplicably.

Once the toilet is blocked, the smell will easily come up, so Feng Qing closed the door tightly to prevent the smell from leaking out.

Feng Qing returned to her bedroom to pack up her things, and at this moment, she suddenly heard a particularly lively sound coming from outside.

She curiously poked her head over and asked what was going on outside.

"Uh." After a while, Chu Xiaobai poked his head in from outside. He looked at Feng Qing for a while. For some reason, Feng Qing always felt that he was a little hesitant and didn't want to say anything, but he finally said, "There is a troupe of opera singers outside, and they are singing on the street."

"What are they singing?" Feng Qing asked casually.

"Singing, singing the story of Feng Wuhen and Yun Shujun." Chu Changzui glanced at Feng Qing secretly. He really didn't want to say it, but when he thought about the shopkeeper's hearing ability, if the noise downstairs got a little louder, she would probably hear it, and then she would have to beat his butt to pieces.

Feng Qing pushed open the window and looked down.

The opera singers could be seen by pushing open the window, but they were a bit far from the inn. Feng Qing hesitated for a while. In fact, there were not many lively things in ancient times, and it was not like modern times where you could go shopping and eat hot pot, so when this kind of opera troupe came, it seemed particularly interesting.

But Feng Qing suddenly got lazy.

Once the laziness came, it was unstoppable, and she was a little too lazy to go down.

However, Feng Qing's brows suddenly furrowed as she saw something over there.

A row of tables with melon seeds, tea, sugar, fruits and so on on them.

Based on Feng Qing's long experience of listening to books in the tavern across the street, she made a judgment in an instant.

These things should be free.

"Xiaobai, take good care of the room, I'll go downstairs and take a look right away."

Feng Qing went downstairs happily with her mobile phone in hand,

"Oh, I knew the shopkeeper would definitely come over." Chu Changzui shook his head helplessly, then left and closed the door behind him.

Not long after Feng Qing left the inn, a group of "guests" quietly sneaked into the inn and rented a room on the second floor. The five big men entered the room together and looked at each other.

"This opera troupe is so rich." Feng Qing said in surprise while eating the free melon seeds downstairs.

The point is that the melon seeds given away by the tavern next door are mostly original flavor, but the ones given here are spiced.

"Is there anyone upstairs?" The five people who went up whispered.

"No, we have been squatting here for three days. The last group of guests on the second floor just left. Li Guxing usually doesn't come up, so we just need to be careful."

They looked at each other and then carefully touched the mysterious compartment.

If it were someone else, they would probably not be able to find the secret room even after searching here for a month, but for those of them who had the map, it was a very simple matter to find it.

"Is it right here?" One of them, who was shorter and had a wretched appearance, took out a piece of wire from his hand, and then just tugged it in front of the lock, and the lock opened.

Then, they entered the shopkeeper's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's room looked surprisingly easy to enter, which was a little different from what everyone had imagined before they came.

"We, we just got in like this?" One person was a little bit unbelievable.

You know, there were five of them, just to leave two people behind at any time just in case.

Who could have thought that the inn's defenses were so lax? They didn't even use Plan 2 or Plan 3 and just walked in so openly.

"This lock is too simple." The man with a somewhat obscene face held the lock in his hand and looked at it.

"Stop playing, mouse, go find the secret room." The leader of the group said.

This bedroom actually looks quite normal. There are not so many things that look particularly exaggerated. It even looks quite lifelike.

On the bedside was a bag of rare snacks that had not been eaten, and there was a large bottle of wine next to it.

The mouse was still observing the bedroom with his eyes moving back and forth, as if he wanted to steal something from here, while the leader led the other two people to knock on the wall carefully. Finally, when they knocked on a certain block, a dull echo came from the door, and a smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Found it."

It was hidden so deeply.

He found the well-disguised door handle and pulled it open, and then a small room suddenly appeared on the "wall".

This room had no windows, no wind, and was pitch black. There seemed to be a terrible chill and unknown inside...

The five big men outside the door actually swallowed their saliva at the same time.

Feng Qing was already eating her second plate of melon seeds.

It must be said that the performance of this troupe was really great, so good that Feng Qing felt a little puzzled.

More than once, she complained in her heart, would such a troupe come to a small place like theirs to perform? Is the competition in the industry so fierce these days?

Feng Qing didn't really understand the opera. She wanted to play with her phone after listening for a while. Then, while she was playing with her phone, the person next to her brought her a third plate of melon seeds.

She looked to the side silently.

Finally, a sentence popped into Feng Qing's mind.

"This is not an opera troupe, this is a philanthropist."

"Go in and take a look." The leader stood at the door and swallowed his saliva.

In fact, the moment he opened the door, he suddenly didn't want to go in.

Not only because of the cold and darkness inside, but also because he faintly smelled a stench from inside.

That smell was the breath of decay and decay.

It seemed to be stinker than a corpse that had been dead for ten days, and stinker than the blood of a person who had been poisoned by the most terrible poison.

And it was this smell that made the leader understand the purpose of this place at once.

"Could it be..." he said in shock, "Could it be that this is a dungeon that is not underground?"

In their sect, the dungeons often exude a stench that is difficult to dissipate all year round, because there is no light in the dungeons all year round, and many people have died there, and people are often tortured there, so over time, there will be a disgusting smell in the dungeons.

Look at the style of the room around.

It's pitch black, there are no candlesticks, and even no windows.

That Feng Wuhen actually built such a dungeon in his bedroom? The leader's pupils shrank slightly. Although I knew Feng Wuhen was a pervert, I didn't expect him to be so perverted.

"Mouse, come and see what this is." The leader called out to the back, and a short man slid in, holding a candle he brought with him. The small secret room finally became a little brighter.

"Be careful, why do you light a candle? What if it triggers some mechanism?" Someone next to him frowned.

"You don't understand." The mouse said, "What if there is miasma here? This candle can remind us. If it goes out, we will get out quickly."

"Okay." The leader's expression also became serious. He said, "You are better at this."

"That's right, we, the Gentlemen Sect, are not famous for nothing." The mouse rolled his eyes. He came to the thing that the leader asked him to see.

In fact, no matter who it is, this is what they will see at first sight.

A clean white object, which looks like a stool, and is made of porcelain on the outside.

It is hard to imagine why someone would make such a porcelain object.

"This thing seems to have some mechanism hidden in it." Mouse is indeed a professional. After just one look, he stepped forward and lifted up the "cushion" of the "stool".

In an instant.

...The terrible smell suddenly became stronger.

"Well, what is this?" The remaining few people frowned instantly.

Mouse's pupils suddenly trembled.

He looked at the black hole revealed after the lifting of the lid, and said in shock: "This is..."

The boss also dazed for two seconds.

He murmured, "The secret passage... is finally found."