Chen Xing took a deep breath and returned the compass to the position. A "click" sound came from inside, the lock was opened, and then he went forward to push the door.

The door remains motionless.

Chen Xing: “…”

"It must have been closed for too long." Chen Xing turned sideways, pressed his shoulders against the stone door, and pushed them hard, saying, "It's stuck inside..." When he used force, his feet slipped on the ground and said to Xiang Shu: "Protector! Give a handle!"

Xiang Shu held Chen Xing's collar and carried him aside, stretched out his two fingers of food and stomach, hooked a hole on the edge of the compass, pulled it to the side, and the rumbling sounded, and the door slid to the left.

Chen Xing: "Oh, it turns out to be a sliding door."

A dark space appeared inside.

Chen Xing raised his hand, and his heart light filled the room, shining towards the depths.

It was a narrow dark space, but the woodshed was square, and the light of the heart lamp lit up, and the room was immediately visible. The puppy suddenly became a little scared when the door opened and turned around and ran away.

Chen Xing shouted and walked in quickly. He saw the shelf on the left of the small room full of messy, broken bamboo slips, and dozens of boxes stacked on the right, with a locked iron cabinet in the middle.

"I have been buried underground for too long." Chen Xing reached out and took off the bamboo slips from the shelf, and said with a deep brow.

There are only three people standing in the storage room, and they will even meet each other when they turn around. Feng Qianjun looked up at the surroundings and said, "This must be the relics dug out from the underground when the warehouse was built."

"Can you see it?" Xiang Shu said.

Chen Xing handed Xiang Shu a bamboo slip in regret. After three hundred years, he was buried underground for a long time, eroded by running water and covered with sand and mud, and could no longer see the words.

"It's just one step away," Chen Xing said helplessly, "It's only one step away, my god!"

"Are you sure that as long as you can tell the handwriting, you can find what you want?" Xiang Shu said, holding Chen Xing's wrist in one hand, raising him slightly, and using it as a lamp to illuminate the bamboo slips in his hand.

Chen Xing: "At least I can find some clues!"

Feng Qianjun opened a box and said, "Look?"

In the box, there was a large ball of hard shells stuck together. Feng Qianjun broke off a small piece and it was paper. After the paper was soaked in water, it was pasted into a large ball and finally dried.

Chen Xing struggled a few times and asked Xiang Shu to let go of his hand. Xiang Shu threw the bamboo slip aside and began to look at an empty sword sheath.

"What is written on the scabbard?" Xiang Shu asked.

Chen Xing identified a line of ancient seal characters on the scabbard: "The net of life and death is firmly bound, and I hope to use the sword of wisdom to break it."

There is another heavy iron cabinet in the center, and there is a black iron lock on it.

"Open it and take a look?" Chen Xing always felt that it was a bit unusual here.

Feng Qianjun signaled the two to get out of the way. Just as they were about to draw their swords, Xiang Shu stretched out his fingers, hooked and twisted, and the iron piece connecting the lock on the cabinet door was twisted off.

When Chen Xing was about to use light to shine the iron cabinet, Xiang Shu was already blocking Chen Xing, holding the scabbard in his left hand in his defense posture, and pulling the cabinet door with his right hand—

There was a dressing mirror the size of a palm in the cabinet, and the rest were all jade products, and there were chains carved with white jade, which were wrapped around the dressing mirror. The moment the iron cabinet was opened, black fog suddenly filled.

The function of jade is to exorcise evil spirits... This is resentment! Chen Xing made a quick decision and shouted: "Close the cabinet door quickly!"

However, the shouting came too late. As soon as the cabinet door opened, black mist inside erupted out, sweeping through the entire storage room, wrapping the three of them in it, Xiang Shu shouted: "Get back!"

Chen Xing felt a powerful suction force dragging him, pulling him wildly in the direction of the mirror. As soon as he turned around, he was wrapped in a whirlwind and flew up. Xiang Shu pushed hard behind him, and the scabbard was disengaged, and then he was sucked into the mirror!

The iron cabinet was shaking wildly, rumbling like a monster's mouth, beginning to swallow everything around in the strong wind. Chen Xing grabbed the door of the storage room and dragged Xiang Shu with one hand. Xiang Shu shouted: "Let go! Don't worry about me!"

Chen Xing turned around and shouted, "What did I say before coming in?"

Feng Qianjun yelled: "See a way to kick the cabinet door!"

However, Chen Xing could no longer grasp it, his fingers were painful, and he subconsciously relaxed and was swept over by the black fog whirlwind. At that moment, Xiang Shu immediately surrounded Chen Xing's waist and hugged him tightly. The two of them were sucked into the mirror with a bang!

Feng Qianjun yelled: "Come here! Help--! Chen Xing!"

Feng Qianjun grabbed the knife with one hand and stuck the sword by the door. He looked back at the strange mirror. When he looked out, his pupils suddenly expanded slightly. He saw outside the dark room, he was leaning on a wheelchair, carrying a light, and wearing a mask. He only covered his eyes and looked at his brother Feng Qianyi from afar.

Feng Qianyi showed a strange expression, smiling but shook his head helplessly.
Chapter completed!