Yan Junze immediately went to the next room, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
The destruction in this room was more severe; the door could only be opened halfway, so Yan Junze had to squeeze his way through.
He swept the room with his flashlight first; all the furniture inside had been burned to ash, none in decent shape or able to be opened. If that was the case, then the so-called treasure definitely wouldn't be here—it would have been incinerated long ago.
Yan Junze walked into the inner room.
There was a large bed, but it too was burned beyond recognition, only a few blackened rods that seemed to belong to the bed frame were toppled to one side; above was the night sky, the roof had been burned away long ago.
At one end of the bed, a large clump of black objects was piled on the ground, indistinct and unclear.
