Inside the wooden house, Ye Shikai discovered quite a few living utensils, but there were no electronic products, not even a basic telephone. Yet he found many "antiques," such as large iron pots, bamboo bowls, wooden chopsticks, and many wooden cooking tools. These are all things from the last century. Ye Shikai couldn't help but wonder who the owner of this wooden house was.
"Sir, there's no one here, and no traps either." Two Hidden Guards checked thoroughly; a house appearing in the desolate mountains and remote valleys, according to film and television clichés, it must not be simple.
"Let's all leave. We still need to hurry on our way." Ye Shikai said calmly, and as he walked to the door, he gently bowed toward the wooden house. Perhaps there had once been a sage living here. To barge in so casually, they were being impolite, and bowing was his way of expressing apology.
"Leave twenty people here." Ye Shikai found a good vantage point, and took others to different places.
