Several wooden crates were piled there, their lids half-open, likewise filled with assorted clutter.
But atop that clutter sat a palm-sized box!
A thin layer of dust covered the box, though its army-green paint was still visible beneath it.
Zhou Cheng walked over and picked it up.
Its substantial weight pressed against his palm, stirring something in his mind.
He lifted the lid to find a neat row of gleaming yellow metal objects inside.
Bullets!
Barrett Armor-Piercing Rounds, no less!
Five remained in the standard ten-round box.
Back then, Ye Qingmei had taken five rounds and used two bullets to help the Former Emperor ascend the throne. The remaining three had been left on Cang Mountain.
Wu Zhu had not known what these five were for and had casually tossed them here.
Zhou Cheng picked one up and examined it in his palm. The tip was sharp, the casing thick, and the primer intact.
Excellent!
He put the bullets into his system space, then made another circuit of the secret chamber.
Apart from the tools for making firearms and these bullets, there seemed to be nothing special in this chamber.
But Zhou Cheng knew Ye Qingmei could not have left only these things behind.
He searched the chamber carefully, reaching out to tap the stone walls.
Before long, he discovered a hidden door.
He found the mechanism that opened it.
Click.
The stone wall slid silently apart to either side, revealing another narrow passage.
A faint glow shone from the far end.
Zhou Cheng stepped inside.
The passage ran deep, a full hundred feet. At its end stood a metal wall.
He did not know what material the wall was made of, but it gave off a faint sheen.
In the center of the wall was a crystal-clear panel.
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