This was a not-so-big space, flat, like a large box, but this box was too large, about half the size of Zhang Xiaohua's small house, very clean, except for a small three-layer shelf positioned on one end, there was nothing else.
On the shelf, there were many neatly arranged ceramic bottles, and a few more were haphazardly placed underneath the shelf.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua was completely stunned, with no mind to look at the things on the shelf.
He was just looking at the small money pouch in his hand, which he once tucked into his bosom, and used his divine sense to feel the space inside the pouch, which was almost bigger than the chicken coop in Zhang's family courtyard. It was an incredible feeling!
What on earth was going on?
Could it be that there was another world hidden inside this money pouch?
