Zhou Ran was right, the extremely huge hall he entered at the end should be something like a living room, several rooms extending from all sides, and he had explored most of them so far.

Most of these rooms were like warehouses, or kitchens and dining rooms, but he only explored those rooms, and if he opened the door and found a hallway behind it, he would give it up for now.

Zhou Ran was not interested in gold and silver jewelry, but in addition, in the warehouse, he found something interesting.

Several of the warehouses were stacked with food and fur, but they were ruins after all, and from these two words alone, one could imagine how long it had existed.

The bacon, which was stacked aside and looked like it should have been delicious, had grown a thick layer of white-green hair.

Zhou Ran, who was frowning, waved his hand and released a few internal qis, wanting to send these things flying and see what else was in the warehouse, but the internal qi had just touched these foods, and the food turned into flying ashes and dissipated.

Quickly released a circle of gang qi around him, after all, he was a player, and Zhou Ran knew that this kind of rotten food, when it was floating in the air, there was a certain probability that it would debuff the character with a layer of poisoning.

The most disgusting thing is that this poison type debuff is very difficult to remove, and it can also be stacked, if you stay in this room for too long, stack a few more layers of debuffs, and then there may be a situation where the health bar will fall wildly.

Avoiding the invisible mold floating in the air, Zhou Ran walked through several warehouses, whether it was the very good fur that was collected, or the treasures that were sealed with a layer of wax on the outside and contained in the bamboo tube, all of them had rotted and decayed.

Leather and metal are difficult to resist the erosion of time, Zhou Ran threw down the oiled paper bag in his hand and sighed helplessly.

Although this warehouse was smaller than the previous ones, it was what he cared about the most, and on the shelf carved out of stone on the left side of the warehouse, there were stacks of oiled paper bags one after another.

The inscription marks dented from the side of the shelf can be discerned, and it must be some books or something on the shelf.

If there is one of the most valuable things in the ancient ruins, it must be all kinds of inheritance, and books are certainly one of the types of inheritance.

Originally, Zhou Ran was expecting to be able to obtain some ancient body refining techniques and the like through these books, but he didn't expect that as soon as the very well sealed oiled paper package was opened, the books inside immediately turned into ashes.

Helplessly, Zhou Ran turned around and walked to the corner of the warehouse, where there were still a few boxes piled up.

The contents of the box were some animal skins, and he threw away those animal skins that had been broken when he touched them, and Zhou Ran finally found a few clay slabs at the bottom of the box.

What can really resist the erosion of time is still materials such as clay or stone, and even bamboo slips or tough animal skins have no way.

It's a pity that there are not many things that can be recorded on the clay slate, Zhou Ran carefully picked it up, put a total of 6 slate slabs aside, and then put them all together, and began to look at the content on it with the light released by the internal qi in his hand.

The 6 tablets add up to only these 42 characters, but what is more satisfying is that these 6 tablets seem to be clearly a series.

On each slate, there are more or less several patterns, the least is only one, the most is three, a total of 12 patterns, just enough to be combined into a coherent action.

Zhou Ran thought about it, he took out a torch from his backpack, and then poked it on the ground.

The solid stone was directly blasted out of a small pit by the internal qi released by him, and after stabilizing the torch and lighting it, Zhou Ran began to learn according to the movements on the clay board.

If it was a safe place, he wouldn't mind taking the clay slab out, but the ruins were obviously dangerous, and there was a chance that he would encounter more dangerous things in the next exploration.

Therefore, Zhou Ran plans to copy all the symbols and patterns on the clay board twice, and then try to learn them by himself, which is safer.

It didn't take much effort to copy, and the symbolic patterns recorded directly on the clay tablets did not contain a powerful mystical power, but unfortunately the attempt to learn this set of movements was not very successful.

This total of 12 patterns, it seems that there is a fixed order, Zhou Ran tried three times in a row, every time he does the third action, he will get stuck, and there will be a feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath, the first two times he gave up directly, and the third time he planned to stick to it.

He thought that this would be the type that would greatly improve his physical fitness after persevering, but he didn't expect that when he managed to do the fifth movement, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, there was a muffled sound from the bones in his body.

If it weren't for the fact that he had both a broken divine body and an immortal body, and he also had a strong True Yuan protective body, it was estimated that Zhou Ran would have been hit hard at this time.

But even so, he swallowed two pills and meditated on the spot for three hours before recovering as before.

After wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and making sure that this pattern could not be tried at will, it had to be studied in a fixed order, or a matching formula, and Zhou Ran temporarily extinguished his desire to continue studying.

He picked up the six terracotta slabs, walked through several warehouses to the edge of the hall, and placed them in a safe corner, better to bring them back if he could, though he wasn't sure what would happen next.

Looking at the few doors around the hall, Zhou Ran had already explored all the non-corridor rooms, and now there were only three corridors left, and they had not yet been explored.

No, the entrance to this underground ruin, the other corridor at the entrance, was also not explored.

That corridor was put last by Zhou Ran, and he was the first to walk into the shortest of the corridors he had seen before.

Put the torch on the shelf next to the door, and walked into the corridor Zhou Ran, who had just taken a step forward, and the next moment, a few golden lines spread on the ground under his feet.

The golden lines were in a semicircle, extending rapidly towards the front, as if the soles of his feet were rippling on the water.

This scene is very beautiful, but a chill that does not know the source rises in Zhou Ran's heart.