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The two of them went down the stone staircase. After walking a few steps, they went up another stone staircase.

This is a stone chamber carved into the mountain wall, five square meters in size and three meters high.

The stone room is filled with things.

There are two bamboo frames placed on the stone wall facing the entrance of the cliff. The bamboo frames are placed at different distances and at different heights. There are also two machines with red lights on them.

Wan'an took a closer look and was happy.

Although there were no words on the machine, she still recognized that it was a smoke-making machine and that it was a remote-controlled rechargeable model.

In the corner, Wan'an also saw a small generator that had just finished its work and still had heat.

There was a wooden cabinet on the stone wall on the other side. Wan'an opened the wooden cabinet and saw a dozen unused oil lamps inside.

Next to the oil lamp, there is a large glass bottle.

The liquid inside was brown, and even though it was sealed, Wan'an could still smell the smell of incense.

It was exactly the same smell as when she first entered the game last night and lay in the coffin.

But with the glass bottle in my hand, the fragrance is even stronger.

"Don't smell it for too long, it contains a strange fragrance." Xie Juanchao suddenly reached out and took the glass bottle away from her hand.

Wan An looked away from the glass bottle and looked at the things under the wooden cabinet.

There was a stack of yellow rice paper, several bottles of ink and several brushes in plastic bottles.

Wan'an looked at the things in the cabinet, then looked at the generator in the corner and the smoke maker on the bamboo frame. He really couldn't help but laugh: "Good guy, the legendary mountain god is all about technology and ruthless work."

After observing the placement of the two smoke generators, Wan'an corresponded to this position and knew that what he saw outside was the mountain god statue carved on the stone wall.

Looking at these things, Wan'an can already guess what Dou Fa Goddess will perform tomorrow.

She didn't do any damage, but picked up a rechargeable spotlight on the bamboo table and turned it on.

The incandescent light illuminated the entire stone wall, dimming the light of the fairy wand in Xie Juanchao's hand.

Wan'an's eyes hurt from the light, so he raised the spotlight and placed it on the top of the wooden cabinet.

With brighter light illuminating it, Wan'an turned over the items in the wooden cabinet more easily.

She pulled out a piece of yellow rice paper and looked at it under the light.

The paper exuded a strong smell of incense, and even the roughness of the texture and the size of the paper were exactly the same as the mountain god's letter asking for help she had received not long ago.

At this moment, Wan'an had already thought about who sent him the letter of help from the mountain god.

She was going to perform in the fight tomorrow and had prepared it as early as the afternoon.

Now that he has found out all the details about the goddess, Wan'an is not at all worried about inviting the mountain god to appear tomorrow.

I was still in the mood to talk to Xie Juanchao about my performance tomorrow, which was all a verbal rehearsal.

After Xie Juanchao listened, he lowered his eyes and looked at her wedding dress.

A pure cotton red lining, a satin jacket, a few red flowers embroidered on the skirt and sleeves, and a few small copper bells sewn on for decoration.

Such a wedding dress is naturally gorgeous and beautiful in a mountain village.

But in reality, it is a bit crude.

Moreover, there are still several marks on Wan'an's sleeves drawn by branches and thorns.

Wan'an's black hair, which is as thick and smooth as the butterfly bone, is also tied up high with a red hairband.

She had a delicate face, red lips, and a pair of smart cat eyes, looking back at him with a smile.

Xie Junchao was stunned, couldn't help but raise his hand, and lightly scratched the tip of her nose with his index finger.

"What's wrong?" Wan An raised his hand and touched his nose, but found nothing.

Xie Juan turned to the tip of his ear which was slightly red, lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand. There were thoughts flowing in his eyes: "The tip of your nose was stained with dust just now."

Wan'an took a look and saw that there was indeed dust on Xie Juan's index finger.

Thinking that he accidentally bumped into it when he bent down to inspect the coffins, he stopped pursuing the problem.

Instead, he raised his eyes, with a sly look on his face, and called him by his name: "Xie Chao, you looked at me so seriously just now, did you want to say something?"

Xie Juanchao was stunned. She didn't expect that Wan'an would ask so clearly after noticing.
Chapter completed!