The Dongshan Museum collects items during the Anti-Japanese War. Although the value is not high, each of them has its own significance. This is also the reason why this museum exists. However, two consecutive fires forced the school to give up the museum and build a new museum next to it, the Hongyan Museum.

The Dongshan Museum prohibits students from entering. Because of two consecutive fires and the lack of rest over time, it has become a dangerous building. The fan-shaped iron door is locked by a thick iron chain. Two yellowed seals are posted on the gate of the museum. Looking up, the museum has two floors in total, made of bricks.

Zhang Xiaojian stopped outside the iron gate, looked around and found that there was no one. He jumped, grabbed a branch with his right hand and climbed in.

"The smell here is really bad!" Zhang Xiaojian frowned, and the air was filled with the smell of deciduous branches, and there was also a pungent smell from cats and dogs.

There is a courtyard outside the museum, which has not been cleaned for a long time. The ground is full of sludge and leaves. The black mud makes Zhang Xiaojian not want to step down. The soil is full of prosperous weeds, and the smell emitted does not have to be much better than the sewer. A rotten stench is enough to make people faint.

Following a high platform, I avoided the black mud on the ground and arrived in front of the museum gate. The seal on the museum gate had already been torn open, and a gap was exposed in the door.

"Sure enough, I went in." Zhang Xiaojian shook his head, but he didn't expect that he was still a step late. He thought Mu Xiaoyu would inquire in advance before going in, and he would just follow him, so now he had to find him.

When I pushed the door open, the rusty door made a creaking sound, which was very harsh.

In the museum hall, various abandoned booths, thick dust accumulated on the ground, spider webs on the ceiling can be seen everywhere, and burning traces on the walls prove that this place was once swallowed by a fire.

Zhang Xiaojian felt uncomfortable when he looked at such a harsh environment. He looked at the ground and looked at the walls burned by the fire. He couldn't help but wonder whether this would collapse at any time and bury himself underneath.

"God! Bless me to spend it safely!" Zhang Xiaojian drew a cross on his chest, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to be a god, "I'll go, Muyu's head, I'm a god, what are you afraid of? I've been a mortal for a long time, and I have no courage. Zhang Xiaojian, Zhang Xiaojian, remember that my heart will not change!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojian took a big step and walked into the museum. The gate of the museum was closed casually. The light was already a little brighter now.

"Damn!" Zhang Xiaojian started to curse, but he actually forgot to bring a flashlight.

Suddenly, a fighting sound came from the upper floor, which made Zhang Xiaojian pause, which attracted Zhang Xiaojian's interest. Judging from the sound of the fighting, there were three people in total, and from the sounds produced by the fighting, Zhang Xiaojian heard that both sides were definitely not ordinary people.

I have never seen a psychic fight, which has made Zhang Xiaojian's interest rise.

"Forget it, just work harder, just use your spiritual sense to see the way." Zhang Xiaojian's spiritual sense instantly spread to five or six meters around his body, which is the maximum he can do at present.

Although the soul in this person is complete, it is pitifully weak and cannot be as powerful as Zhang Xiaojian's main soul. It is because the main soul is too powerful, which has not awakened now. Zhang Xiaojian doesn't know how long it will take for his main soul to wake up, how many years or more, it may be more than ten years. It depends on how he develops, and how much the believers get.

After searching all the way, I finally found the stairs in a corner. The handrails of the stairs were rusted and would break with a slight touch. Fortunately, the stairs were made of stone. If they were made of wood, Zhang Xiaojian didn't know how to get up.

The second floor is like the first floor, with various exhibition stands placed, and the walls are also burnt.

"No one?" Zhang Xiaojian was stunned and looked at the empty hall in confusion. He had clearly heard the sound of fighting, but he didn't see anyone after coming up, which made Zhang Xiaojian a little confused.

Just then the voice of conversation appeared in the hall.

"Xiaoyu, this guy is too tricky. We two may not be able to get it."

"Mist, be careful, this guy must not let go. I missed this next time, I'm afraid we won't have much chance. If others know that this thing exists, I'm afraid we won't get any benefits."

"I know, be careful, this guy's illusion is too strong!" The male voice suddenly shouted, "TMD get out of here!"

"The woman's voice should be Mu Xiaoyu, and the man should be the person who stood next to her on the roof that day." Zhang Xiaojian thought, "If it was an illusion, then the entire building might be in the illusion space. What a powerful illusion, so powerful."

Zhang Xiaojian was shocked by his own guess. The illusion covered the entire building, but it had not changed for decades. The power of this illusion can be imagined.

There were burning traces on the surrounding walls. After a few seconds, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly realized that he was like a person. Although there were two fires in the museum, it was a long time ago, and the burning traces on the walls looked no different from the new ones. The fatal disadvantage is that the burning traces on the first and second floors were exactly the same.

"It's true." Zhang Xiaojian's eyes suddenly opened, "Divine Technique - the Eye of True!"

The next moment, the entire museum changed, no longer so old, and the ground was free of dust. The booths in the hall were filled with items from the Republic of China period. They were not of high value, but they were also very commemorative.

A few kerosene lamps were lit in the corner of the museum, which made the entire hall bright.

"It's really amazing, such a powerful illusion, I'm still on the first floor!" Zhang Xiaojian was shocked when he looked at his location. This illusion reached the point where he could confuse his spiritual consciousness. Although he was not strong, his spiritual consciousness was different. It was a high-level spiritual power that only belonged to gods.

"That's it?" Zhang Xiaojian looked at a samurai sword that was housed on the booth, similar to a Tang sword. It was a Japanese samurai sword with the word "snow" on it. The blade was lit up, and it was still so bright under the wear of time.

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes lit up, "This knife is really good. It has been forged with special means and has added special abilities. It should be ice."

Zhang Xiaojian knew from the mist on the glass cover that this Japanese samurai sword was unusual.

"Forget it, if you take out the Japanese samurai sword, you will be told to stay here, it's better to stay here." Zhang Xiaojian gave up the samurai sword with special abilities and walked towards the stairs. He didn't see any other good things along the way. Most of them were ordinary items. Of course, more display cabinets were empty, and it was obviously transferred a long time ago.
Chapter completed!