"Seventeen! It's seventeen again!"
When I heard that number, I was completely stunned!
The number of main underground tunnels is also seventeen.
What does this signify?
I suddenly feel that the massacre of the fat man's entire family of seventeen is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
Even the decline of the fat man's family might be a deliberate act by their ancestors.
"What on earth is going on?!"
My brain is about to explode; I feel like my CPU isn't powerful enough.
"Master, there's also a map of Shenwu County, along with the county annals! Plus a lot of other information!"
At this moment, the female ghost continued speaking. I was stunned after hearing her words.
"What? There's a county annals? Maps? And lots of other materials?"
In an instant, my judgment was challenged, and my previous guesses began to be overturned.
"Yes, it's like a treasure trove inside, with lots of information. I'll send it out to you!"
After the female ghost finished speaking, she immediately sent me a parchment map.
This map is very large; it shows the entirety of Shenwu County. I opened the map and placed it on the ground.
The drawings were exquisitely made; they were made of standard parchment, and both the artwork and the materials were of the highest quality.
I spread out the blueprints, and wow, there's enough space to make three or four beds.
Above the map, the date the blueprints were made is written: the Ming Dynasty!
It was made during the Longqing era. "This, how is this possible!"
I looked at the words above and felt incredulous.
That's too bizarre; how could it have been written during the Longqing era?
According to the information I had previously obtained, their family had only been prosperous for about two hundred years, at most three hundred years.
The timing doesn't match.
"What's wrong, brother?"
Seeing my surprised expression, the older woman quickly asked me with concern.
"This is a map from the Ming Dynasty! Look at the patterns; the patterns on this map are the same as those on a mirror!"
In other words, the blueprints and the mirror came from the same family!
I pointed to the mirror and the special patterns below the map and explained softly.
This doesn't match anything from before.
"Longqing, wasn't that the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the son of Shiquan? The timing matches up!"
The fat man scratched his head and spoke up sheepishly.
I was so angry I was shaking. I told him, "That's the Jiaqing Emperor! The Longqing Emperor lived four hundred years ago."
"Alright, let's not talk about that now. Let's take a look at this blueprint first!"
I took a deep breath, then lay down on the map and began to study it.
This map not only shows the main transportation routes of Shenwu County back then, but more importantly, it details the underground network of tunnels underneath.
In those days, this would have been used for rebellion.
Today, times have changed, and the landscape of Shenwu County is completely different from what it used to be.
However, this underground network tunnel has always been usable.
"Grandpa, what's going on? Our family rose to prominence more than two hundred years ago, didn't it?"
And why are there so many seventeens?
The fat man was a little confused after reading it.
"I think it's very likely that your family stole someone else's luck!"
In other words, everything your family acquired two hundred years ago was actually stolen from others!
My expression was grave; looking at the blueprints, I didn't know what to say.
It was so convoluted and utterly devastating.
"Hijacking? You mean what I said before, originally a servant of a Taoist family, but stole his master's things and then started his own sect?"
The fat man didn't seem to understand much, so he quickly asked.
I shook my head: "No, it's not that simple. Judging from the map, this family already had a certain reputation in Shenwu County."
It should be said that they were the most powerful family in the area; if they had had underground networks back then, hiding a private army would have been incredibly easy!
I continued to explain to the older woman and the fat man.
"In other words, their family was already very powerful in Shenwu County and had established a firm foothold. But for some reason, your ancestor wiped them out and took their place!"
I raised my voice.
Based on the current evidence, this should be the case.
"Huh? How was my ancestor born?!"
The fat man completely lost his mind after hearing what I said.
"Then he doesn't deserve the surname He. Although I, He Feilong, am not a good person, I am still a kind person! I would never do something like stealing someone else's house!"
The fat man said this with a huff, clearly angry about the matter.
I interrupted him: "If what's recorded on this map is true, you might not even be surnamed He..."
Although I don't want to discourage fat men, based on the current evidence, it seems that's really the case. "Ah! Not surnamed He? Why?"
The fat man's little brain was clearly not enough to process this; he was completely dumbfounded. If his surname wasn't He, then what was it?
"It's a case of the cuckoo taking over the nest! Look, it clearly states here that the map was made by the He family, not your family, and the timeline doesn't match!"
I pointed to a line of text below the map and kept touching it with my hand.
The map clearly states which company made it!
This He family should not be the same He family as the fat man; they are two completely different families.
"Brother, I understand now. It was He Feilong's ancestor who killed the original He family and then took their place."
As for the coincidence of the number seventeen appearing later, it's probably a curse!
After thinking for a long time, the older woman finally understood and told me the conclusion directly.
The fat man next to him was terrified!
"A curse? Girl, you mean our whole family became like that because of some kind of curse?"
Hearing the old woman's words, the fat man asked, trembling.
"Yes, that's it. Xiao He, didn't you notice? After we came in, a lot of things are related to Seventeen! In other words, the original family was related to Seventeen. Many incantations, spells, magical artifacts, and formations are all closely related to Seventeen!"
I answered the fat man directly.
Now I finally understand why this happened.
It turns out, it was all a curse!
They were He Feilong's ancestors who seized control of the current He family and were subsequently cursed.
Their numbers declined generation after generation until they were reduced to seventeen people, at which point they were killed.
It matches up, it matches up perfectly.
I shared my guess with the fat man, and upon hearing this, he noticed a problem.
"Wait a minute, sir, we have eighteen children in our family, big and small, you've forgotten about me!"
The fat man reminded me that there should be eighteen of them. "But you're a dead man!"
I looked at the fat man with a serious expression.
This wasn't meant to scare him, but the fat man was utterly devoid of life.
From the perspective of the Xuanmen (Taoist) sect and ghosts, the fat man is a dead man.
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