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Wood armor is popular in southern Xinjiang.

Because of the vegetation of that place, a variety of tropical plants complement each other, so a lot of wood is quite hard and wear-resistant.

"So there are a lot of wooden armor masters in the southern Xinjiang region, these people have revived their paintings into magic, carved those lifeless wood into various shapes, and used special methods to make him move, this is the legendary wooden armor!"

Of course, there are many ways to make these pieces of wood move, and it is possible that some kind of psychedelic magic is used, such as the ones they encountered before, which may have used spells.

"So, the master here should be a master of wood armor, could it be the lair of the old king himself?"

Bu Jingyun's guess makes sense, after all, in addition to being good at traps, the old king of the organ is also quite strong.

Some people say that he can already make real birds and birds and beasts out of wood, although these claims are just rumors, but today it seems that they really live up to their reputation.

Ren Qianxing nodded: "It's possible, so I suspect that the ghost domain building you mentioned is really inextricably linked to the legendary organ Lao Wang, and the real owner of this building may be Lao Wang?"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Rulan and Bu Jingyun called out a few times, wanting to ask if there was anyone in this building who was gasping for breath besides them.

Unfortunately, there was silence around, and no one answered, Ren Qianxing reached out and touched a few pieces of wood and the dust on the table, and found that the dust was not thick.

"This shouldn't be an uninhabited area for a long time, at least someone must have been there a few days ago......"

At this moment, Fang Rulan saw several wooden dummies standing next to her, these people were lifelike and wearing clothes of various colors.

Fang Rulan felt curious, and reached out to touch these lifelike wooden figures.

I thought to myself that if these people were really resurrected through some kind of spell and method, they would really be exactly as indistinguishable from ordinary people.

But at this moment, he felt that the wooden dummy he had touched suddenly moved, which really startled the little girl.

She took two steps back, sat down on the ground with a thud, and when Ren Qianxing turned around, she saw the little girl with a look of fear on her face, pointing to the wooden family he had touched.

Sure enough, the dummy that had been touched actually moved, although the movement was a little stiff, but the amplitude that could be stretched was still very large.

Not only this dummy, but also dozens of dummies next to it also moved.

The most terrible thing is that a few of the dummies still have real weapons in their hands, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as if they sensed the invasion of the enemy, and surrounded several people with a posture of defense and attack!

Fang Rulan shouted: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that this thing couldn't be touched, come and save me!"

Ren Qianxing sneered, just these lifeless broken woods, naturally no problem.

In an instant, Ren Qianxing and Bu Jingyun rushed to Fang Rulan's side.

"Little girl, hurry up, don't sit on the ground and push back, give us this place!"

There is nothing complicated about Ren Qianxing's speech, and every word is loud.

Fang Rulan suddenly felt a tightness in her throat, and immediately got up from the ground and patted the dust on her body.

The fear had dissipated a lot, and he suddenly felt that these two people were more reliable than he had imagined, and there was always a sense of security with them.