With three points of expectation and six points of excitement, Ling Xiao covered the four altars of god-level essence with a broken grass cover, and then touched the side of the half-locked wooden boxes.

Even if it is a god-level original liquid, it is only in a crude clay pot with a broken grass lid, what kind of treasure will there be in the half-locked wooden box?

Ling Xiao touched the rusty iron lock, and with a slight shock, the lock opened.

It seems that too much time has passed, and the lock that has been raved by time has broken down.

The lock is an ordinary iron cable, I don't know if there is a rune formation engraved in it when it is intact, Ling Xiao smiled, threw the lock aside, held his breath, lifted the lid of the wooden box, cautiously leaned over, and looked inside.

"Huh, what is this?"

The inside of the wooden box was a bit empty, and at the bottom, there was a pair of white samurai boots, made of unknown materials.

At first glance, it looks like a white cloth, with a very delicate hand, embroidered with a faint and ancient moire, making the whole boot look simple and generous, but it is not how delicate and gorgeous.

After being slightly stunned, Ling Xiao took out the pair of boots.

It is light and thin, as if it were nothing, and there is no weight.

Of course, Ling Xiao would not be so stupid as to be disappointed that these boots were ordinary.

He watched closely, then pressed slightly.

Ling Xiao's power is so terrifying now, but these boots made of white cotton cloth are not deformed in the slightest.

It is said to be soft because it feels so good in the hand, like cotton.

But he was able to withstand Ling Xiao's brute force, but he was afraid that even if Ma Fei's imitation of the Taixuan Sword was directly slashed on his boots, it would be difficult to destroy it in the slightest.

In addition to the unbreakable texture, Ling Xiao couldn't see any other mysteries about these white warrior boots for a while.

After thinking about it, he put the boots back in the box.

Then Ling Xiao opened another box next to him.

In this box, there is a pair of white cotton trousers, looking at the texture and material, it is very similar to the white samurai combat boots, and it is also extremely tough and indestructible.

There are simple moire patterns on it, the eyes of the needles are fine, and there is no superfluous fancy decoration, but at the knee, it is similar to a knee pad, the texture is slightly harder, similar to some kind of animal skin, and the nitrate technique is extremely clever.

If you don't look closely, you can't see that there is a color difference between these two knee pads and the rest of the trousers.

"Neither white boots nor white trousers are obviously ordinary, but unfortunately I don't know where they came from. ”

Ling Xiao put his trousers back in the box.

There are two wooden chests left.

It's a pity that it's empty.

"White boots, white trousers... How do you look at these boxes, they should contain a complete set of battle robes, combat boots, helmets and other things, but now they are not complete, and I don't know if the owner of this storage room did not collect all the suits back then, or if they were lost later. ”

Ling Xiao was thoughtful.

Then his gaze fell on the pale silver rope twisted like heavenly silk on the side.

The white rope starts, the length is about 100 meters, it is extremely light, but it has the same thing as the previous combat boots and trousers, that is, it is extremely tough, Ling Xiao tried to earn it, with his current strength, even if he broke out with all his strength, he would not want to break this rope.

"If you are tied up by this rope, I am afraid that even if you are a strong person at the peak of the True Yuan Realm, you will not want to break free... But this rope looks so extraordinary, it shouldn't be used to tie people, right?"

Ling Xiao checked it, looked carefully, and didn't have a clue.

It was in a broken wooden bucket next to him that Ling Xiao made a shocking discovery.

Because in this bucket, there is a layer of water about a finger thick, and in the water, a thin carp like a piece of paper is lying quietly, if its tentacles swing slightly, and its mouth is still weakly opening and closing, I am afraid that Ling Xiao really thinks that this carp has become a dead fish.

"Is there a living thing?"

Ling Xiao was shocked.

He looked at the other two broken buckets.

Of the two buckets, there are more than half a bucket of water, which is as bright as a mirror, but there are no carp or other creatures in the water.

"It turns out that this bucket is used to raise fish, but it's a bit weird, what a strength that white-haired mysterious man is, even the corpse is turned to ashes after death.

The material of the barrel of water must not have been ordinary, but it was about to rot, but the carp was still alive, and the water had not dried up..."

Could it be that this carp is transformed by some kind of demon?

Ling Xiao is unpredictable.

He thought for a moment, didn't move, and his eyes fell on the bamboo poles standing against the wall.

But if you look closely, where are the bamboo poles, they are clearly five small saplings, but the branches and leaves on them have been cut off, so they look like bare bamboo poles.

Ling Xiao took the little sapling in his hand and suddenly felt as heavy as a mountain.

"It's so heavy, at least more than 100,000 catties?"

He was slightly startled.

This small sapling looks like it is less than two meters long, as thick as a finger, how can it be so heavy?

The other four are also extremely heavy.

Ling Xiao then observed the silver rope hanging on the wall in the deepest part of the storage room, the texture was the same as the long rope on the ground, but it was broken a lot, less than ten meters, and there were a few salted fish-like things hanging on it, if you looked closely, it was really a salted fish, it had been completely dried, and I didn't know what kind of fish it was made of, it was obviously different from the half-dead carp in the barrel, it was worn by this silver rope, hung in the air, and it was already dead and transparent.

"Could it be the salted fish that the white-haired mystery man ate leftovers?"

Ling Xiao felt a little unbelievable.

When I got here, I probably finished reading the contents of the entire storeroom.

But except for the god-level spiritual liquid in the ceramic jar, Ling Xiao was confused about the other things, knowing that none of these things were mortal, but he didn't know what their origin and use were.

"Alas, if it was a pill cheat weapon in the stone room, it would be great. ”

Ling Xiao couldn't help but think so.

He carried a small sapling in his hand and danced a few times, which was considered to be a hand, the weight was enough, and it looked strong, but the problem was to take a tree to fight with others, which... It's a bit bad.

Ling Xiao thought about it, and finally didn't take any of the things in this storage room, and retreated outward.

Everything here is strange, Ling Xiao has to think about it.

He still has plenty of time anyway.

Who knew that just as he walked to the door of the storage room and was about to exit, suddenly a somewhat obscene voice sounded in his ears-

"Hey, don't go... Juvenile... Friends of the Tao stayed. ”

Ling Xiao almost fell to the ground.

Who is talking?

His hair stood on end, and he was immediately vigilant, turning to look back.

In the storage room, there was clearly no human figure, not even a ghost.

"Who is it?"

Ling Xiao drank lowly.

"Fellow Daoist, it's me... We just met!"

The voice sounded again.

"Who are you lying to just met, who are you?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Xiao's mind, the last person he saw was clearly Ma Fei's black-hearted goods, could it be that this thing was chasing and killing?

No, if it's this guy, he must be hiding in the dark and giving himself a sword directly, and he won't make a sound, is it...

Ling Xiao suddenly thought of something.

"You, you, you... Are you the dried fish?"

He asked, looking horrified.