Fang Zhixing remained silent, deep in thought.
At that moment, Head Mecha hurried out of the hall, exclaiming, "Let's go, there are no treasures in here."
Fang Zhixing nodded.
The two men and a dog moved forward, faced with a fork in the road.
They randomly chose a path and continued their exploration.
Soon, an open metal door caught their attention.
Fang Zhixing approached the entrance and quickly scanned the hall.
What he saw was alarming!
The hall was a mess as if there had just been a battle.
In the center, there was a Golden Coffin, the lid open and filled with a golden liquid.
Next to the Golden Coffin lay a mecha, wearing a cute hare mask.
Unfortunately, the hare mecha's chest was torn open.
Inside, the person was severely irradiated, his flesh distorted in a horribly grotesque manner with tumors bulging.
"The Hare is dead!"
Head Mecha clicked his tongue, glanced at the Golden Coffin, and analyzed, "There must be a master sleeping inside there."
