The wasteland's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly felt his body feel heavy, but he still walked forward slowly, lying in front of him...

It's a corpse!

"Come in!"

Before the wasteland could think about it, an ethereal voice fell into the wasteland's ears, instantly waking him up.

Squeak!

Suddenly, in a large hall in the middle, a heavy door slowly opened, as if opening the dust of history, and a breath of ancient times rushed into the wasteland, making the wasteland feel suffocated.

At this time, the wasteland couldn't help but get nervous, his heartbeat kept accelerating, he was at a loss, and his mind was even more ......

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