However, Feng Wuchen felt that such worries were completely unnecessary.

This Sanssouci Valley is a pure land belonging to the Feng royal family, and only those with the bloodline of the Feng royal family can open it.

Now in this world, he is the only one who can do it.

Without his permission, no one would ever want to set foot in this place.

Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and took all the thermite out of the big box.

This is the inheritance left by the ancestors, and the ancestors must have wasted a lot of effort to get this door, which can be seen from the door lock with more than a dozen codes.

He really wouldn't want to destroy a little bit if he could.

But now he has no choice but to ask the ancestors to forgive him for this unworthy descendant.

After pouring all the thermite on the far right side of the iron door, the heater was ignited with magnesium strips.

Although Bai Yun had explained early in the morning that he couldn't stare at it, he also relied on his martial arts strength to take a slight look, but at this glance, not only did he not see anything, but his eyes were extremely stinging, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in an instant.

Because he was far enough away, his body was not harmed, but his eyes would be invisible for a while.

Feng Wuchen had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, and after almost an hour, he slowly opened his eyes.

He had been exercising to promote the flow of blood around his eyes before, but now he could finally see a little bit, although everything in front of him was still foggy.

The iron gate had been melted out of a hole by thermite, the hole was not large, but it was enough for one person to bend down and enter.

After cleaning the hole of the iron residue, he stooped down into the treasure vault inside.

When he went in, the candle flame inside automatically lit up, illuminating the inside as if it were daytime.

This treasure trove has not been opened for more than twenty years.

Although Feng Wuchen's eyes were foggy and couldn't see clearly, he could also feel the enormity and grandeur inside, surrounded by antique shelves, boxes, etc., and wooden signs indicating what was placed on them.

Feng Wuchen walked directly to the deepest part of the treasure house according to the little memory he had left at the beginning.

There was a wall there, which looked like a mountain wall, but there was a groove in the middle.

Feng Wuchen reached out and bit his finger, dripping blood into the groove.

In my memory, my father did just that, and although he was still very young at that time, he remembered this scene very clearly.

It's a pity that he really can't remember how to open the door at the door.

After the dustless blood dripped into the groove, it was instantly absorbed, and the mountain wall in front of him suddenly turned into a curtain of light.

Feng Wuchen hurriedly walked in and found that there was a small room inside, and there were several special-looking boxes in the room.

He didn't rush to open it, but retreated, intending to come back tomorrow when his eyes could see everything clearly.

"Master, how's it going?" After Mama Jiang saw Feng Wuchen coming out, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"It's done, I'll go in another day." After Feng Wuchen finished speaking, he walked directly to the bamboo house where he lived.

"Okay, after such a long journey, the master has been busy again, and he must have been hungry for a long time, so the slave and maid will go to make dinner." Mama Jiang hurriedly said.

"Don't bother Mama, I'll go by myself." Feng Wuchen hurriedly said.

He has eaten delicious meals in Bai Yun's mansion for a month or two, where can he still eat these things made by Mama Jiang?