The box is black, not big, and it is so dark that it is made of unknown material.

Mo Li didn't go down, so he raised his hand and brushed it. The mud and sand rolled down, and the box was shaken out by internal force.

Perhaps after being in the river for a long time, the lock on the box was rusted. Mo Li tried it and found that it was actually a gloomy wooden box.

The so-called gloomy wood will not fade, will not decay, and will not cause insects.

There were some tiny cracks on the wooden box, and the ink carp shook hard along the crack.

"Bang."

The box opened and a small ball of golden things rolled out from it.

The gerbil looked at him in confusion. Mo Li waited for a while and found that there was no mechanism or poisonous fog in the box. Then he walked over and picked up the golden object.

It looked like something the size of a fist was the same, but when I held it in my hand, I found it was folded up. When the mo li was not careful, it shook flat and turned into a strange golden vest.

Meng Qi: "..."

Mo Li: "…"

The relics of the former martial arts leader who caused a sensation were first stolen by gods and then involved in love, hate, love, hatred, and murder and money. Finally, what is the name of the things coveted by various sects?
Chapter completed!