A scrap collection station comes to mind

You even make a smiley face, who is this for?

This is a prank, Chen Muyu cursed in his heart.

He retreated and came to the second door next to him.

There are also words engraved on the door.

"Choose my door to enter, there is a treasure in the door!"

A black line was drawn on his forehead, he reached out and pushed, and sure enough, the door rumbled open again.

What hit me this time was not the smell of decay, but the smell of decay and mold.

The empty linen bags, torn and torn, were scattered around, piled here and there, dark, and I didn’t know what they were.

There was a bang.

Another old cowhide picture fell down.

"We are attacking Cao Wei today. The future is uncertain. The army has not moved. Food and grass go first. Eight thousand loads of army food are stored here to prepare for emergencies!"

Another smiling face.

forage?

Chen Muyu was speechless, especially the smiling face in the picture, which made him feel very malicious. First it was arrows, then it was grain. After thousands of years, it has long since decayed. Are you kidding me?

On purpose, he could feel that Zhuge Liang must have done it on purpose.

It’s a joke after more than a thousand years, is it funny?

Chen Muyu didn't even bother to complain, so he came here with great expectations, only to end up with a pile of rags for himself?

Although I am a rag collector, can these things be considered rags?

Arrows can be repaired, but what's the use of repairing them? Is it a waste of money?

The food and grass have long since decayed!

Can this be considered a treasure?

Maybe it was rare in those days, but now, you might as well leave some bottles and jars for me!

Not even bothering to take a second look, Chen Muyu retreated and glanced around. There were still five stone gates left.

According to this routine, the remaining doors should be filled with vegetables, garlic, firewood and quilts.

If that's the case, that's really a lie.

Even if you keep some armor and weapons, I can still collect them as scraps in exchange for some money.

The third door has the same words on it.

"It only takes three, I will trust you again!"

Chen Muyu took a deep breath. He didn't believe that Zhuge Liang asked him to come here just to prank him.

He shouldn't be so bored, right?

To be honest, Chen Muyu didn't have much confidence.

Reach out and push.

Chen Muyu soon discovered something strange. The door was a bit tight and it was not easy to push it open.

"snort!"

It was finally different. The door was quite heavy, but it couldn't withstand Chen Muyu's brute force. It was soon pushed open to a crack that could allow one person to pass through.

After pushing for a while, it was halfway open.

There is an indescribable smell inside. Although there is also a rotten musty smell, it is not as serious as the previous two stone chambers.

Chen Muyu clapped his hands and walked in.

This time, no cowhide pictures were left behind.

The stone room is half the size of a basketball court. There is a stone platform in the middle, and a black wooden box is placed on the stone platform.

A beam of light fell from a bead on the top of the stone chamber and hit the stone platform.

"It's really different!"

Chen Muyu was overjoyed, but he was not careless. He walked in carefully, for fear of touching any mechanism.

Fortunately, the worry was purely unnecessary, there was no mechanism, and I arrived in front of the stone platform safely.

The wooden box was square and ordinary in appearance. What surprised Chen Muyu was that there were not many signs of decay in something that had been around for thousands of years.

The material of this wooden box is definitely unusual.

After pulling out the system and scanning it to make sure there was no mechanism on the stone platform, Chen Muyu carefully opened the box.

Inside the box is a sheepskin.

It looks pretty complete.

Treasure Map?

Martial arts secrets?

Qi Men Dun Jia?

A bunch of thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind. Chen Muyu was somewhat looking forward to it, so he hurriedly picked up the sheepskin scroll and slowly unfolded it!

"Yueying's recipe?"

Four obvious words caught Chen Muyu's eyes.

recipe? Is this a recipe?

His face twitched slightly, and he felt like he had been fooled again.

There was a bang.

A cowhide picture similar to the one in the stone room next to it fell down and spread out in front of Chen Muyu.

"My wife Yueying is good at cooking. She has written a book, which will be left to future generations. It contains eight styles of making steamed buns..."

"Grass!"

Chen Muyu cursed, rolled his eyes, and almost vomited blood out of anger.

"Is it necessary to play like this? Do you think you are humorous?"

At this moment, Chen Muyu really felt like going to school right now to find out that kid Liang Zhichao and beat him up.

So depressed, so angry.

Chen Muyu had a feeling that Zhuge Liang, who lived more than a thousand years ago, seemed to have predicted every move he would make here today and deliberately set these things up to play with him.

I don’t want to play anymore!

I pinched my forehead and felt a headache.

The box was still put away by Chen Muyu. This thing can be regarded as an antique after all. It depends on whether someone knows the goods, and maybe it can be exchanged for a few dollars.

There were still four gates left, and Chen Muyu was already a little discouraged. He had been tricked three times in a row, and his initial curiosity and longing had long been worn away.

"Boom!"

Before Chen Muyu could make a decision on whether to open the fourth door, there was a sudden shock, and the fourth door actually opened by itself.

This startled Chen Muyu, who subconsciously took a few steps back and looked warily at the dark stone door in front of him.

"Dong, dong..."

Heavy footsteps came from the stone door.

A figure walked out of the stone door.

Scalp numbness.

At this moment, anyone else would probably pee in fear, right?

Chen Muyu's face turned green. Under the pearlescent light, a humanoid figure holding a broadsword and wearing a general's armor appeared in front of Chen Muyu.

Nearly two meters tall, his steps were heavy and he couldn't see clearly because he was wearing a helmet. He struck the ground with his long knife, and with a bang, the ground shook.

Is it a human or a ghost?

Is it a human?

It's obviously not like that. Who can squat in a place like this and dress like this!

Zombies?

Chen Muyu's nerves were so tense that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

"boom!"

The man opposite did not introduce himself to his family, nor did he greet him politely. Before Chen Muyu had time to ask, the man directly raised his long knife and slashed at him.

The force was strong and heavy, and the speed was extremely fast, as if Chen Muyu was the enemy who killed his father, without any tact.

Without a weapon in his hand, Chen Muyu did not dare to confront him head-on, so he rolled on the spot to avoid this guy's fatal blow.

The broadsword struck the ground directly, and fire exploded, leaving a huge crack in the place where Chen Muyu had just stood. The stones were directly broken, and the shock made Chen Muyu's soles numb.

Is this guy trying to kill himself?

Chen Muyu's face was ashen, and without saying a word, he took out the plasma freezing hand cannon, raised his hand and fired at the person in front of him.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a human or a ghost, why don’t I show mercy to you if you don’t respect me? At this time, if you hesitate for a second longer, you may have to pay the price with your life.

boom!

A cannon blasted out, hitting the man in front.

The crystals in the surrounding air quickly condensed, forming a huge ice block, sealing the man inside.