Capítulo 501: Disaster Museum (5000 words) _2

What appeared in front of him now was not the wilderness outside, nor was it a group of dead people.

There weren't any spiritual monsters or fully armed soldiers.

He found himself standing in a dark Hall. The floor was rough and covered with sticky stains, and the walls were made of huge rough stones on both sides. There was an ancient brass lamp above his head, which was dark and damp.

The surroundings were abnormally quiet, and a clear moldy smell slowly entered his nose.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual. Lu Xin didn't even see any living creatures.

Everything seemed ancient and worn-out. It had a strange style that made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

About three or four meters in front of him, there was a brass frame with a kind of complicated copper pattern on it.