Jiang Nai's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "Let's go over and have a look."
Wu Xin nodded vigorously, and the others could not hide the joy on their faces.
If the supplies are intact, it means that their food, clothing, and clothing can be restored to their original state in the future.
It makes me happy just thinking about it!
Although my life is okay now, after all, it is still Gu Jiang’s utensil, which is the most comfortable to use.
"Based on the degree of exploration of this area, I estimate that ten days will not be enough." Wu Xin followed Jiang Nai and whispered, "According to my calculations, I am afraid it will take half a month to explore this vast underground area.
The entire range has been explored.”
"It's okay, let's explore slowly." Jiang Nai nodded slightly and said with a smile.
Following Wu Xin, Zhang Xun and their entourage, they passed through the old streets and looked at the familiar shops on both sides. Jiang Nai paused slightly and couldn't help but sigh.
This place is so familiar.
The entire ancient city of Kyoto is actually well preserved deep underground.
After all these years, nothing has changed.
It's like pushing open the giant door of time and traveling from the present to the past in an instant.
Yan Tu and Yun Zhu Xing hurriedly followed the crowd, feeling overwhelmed by the surrounding scenery and feeling excited about everything they saw.
"Hey, ah!" Not far from the street, the screams of several Gujiang people came from the street.
Everyone's hearts trembled and they rushed forward quickly.
"What happened?" Wu Xin glanced solemnly, not noticing anything unusual.
They are the only ones standing here on the deserted street.
The place they were standing at this time was the entrance of a closed clothing store.
The door was closed, and there was a lot of cleared sand piled at the door of the house.
"Hey, hey." A Gujiang tribesman ran forward with his head covered, "Your Majesty, Mr. Wu, you are here. There is something wrong with this place. It seems that someone is inside!"
"What?" Zhang Xun put away the folding fan with a look of shock on his face, "Stop joking."
Three thousand years have passed. How could there be anyone in the house? They were just the same dried corpses as those in the previous houses.
"There really are people." The Gujiang tribesman nodded his head repeatedly, and several other people also agreed, with serious expressions on their faces.
"Just when we wanted to go into the house to take stock of supplies, the store door suddenly opened, and something flew out from inside and hit us on the head."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Xiao Qi is right, that's what it is."
"Uh." Wu Xin glanced at the clansmen with a strange expression, then turned to look at Jiang Nai, "Your Majesty, look at this..."
Jiang Nai suddenly stepped forward, walked to the side window of the house door, and picked up a bead made of pig iron from a pile of sand.
"Eh? This, what is this? Your Majesty."
The tribesman named Xiao Qi opened his eyes wide, touched the back of his head and shouted, "Ah, it turns out that this thing hit me, no wonder it hurts so much!"
"This should be a hidden weapon with iron beads shot out of something similar to a crossbow." Jiang Nai explained with a smile.
Yan Tu opened his eyes wide, "T-so, is there really someone in the room?"
Jiang Nai shook his head, "Not necessarily."
"So, it's an agency?" Yunzhu asked.
"Well, this store is quite interesting." Mr. Zhang was speechless. "If you open a good store, he also has some mechanisms here. Aren't you afraid of accidentally injuring customers?"
Jiang Nai stared at the closed shop door and took a deep look.