In the 41st year of Wanli! Many fragments of information flashed in Wang Chen's mind. He asked him to graduate from a master's degree in literature from a key university in 985. He could still vaguely remember many things in the three major battles of Wanli, the old wild boar Pi Nurhaci, the seven major rebellions, the Battle of Sarhu, Zhang Juzheng, the eunuch party, Feng Bao, Zheng Guifei, and the East Factory, the West Factory, Yuhuatian, and Cao Shaoqin.

Oh! No... the two behind are virtual characters.

After realizing it, Wang Chen thought that his mind was messy, Feng Bao, Wang Zhi, Wang An, Chen Ju, and the dead eunuchs who were not yet developed but were already ambitious, were all eunuchs? Wang Chen suddenly woke up and counted tens of thousands of civil servants and ministers he remembered in the past dynasties... Sure enough, no wonder they all mean that the dead eunuchs and civil servants were equally divided!

When the teacher's palace heard the corpse-scammer' sitting in a daze on the iron coffin without saying a word for a long time, he couldn't help but glance at it secretly and found that Wang Chen looked a little dazed. He thought to himself with some anxiety: "Is this 'Heavenly Lord' still a corpse and a soul that is not complete?"

The old and spiritual master palace has discovered that this god who was resurrected from the treasures of the ancestors does not seem that strange. It looks no different from ordinary people!

Wang Chen's keen intuition reminded him of the doubtful eyes of the teacher Gong, and then he came to his senses. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he felt that he had been in the survival warehouse for decades. Not only did he not have muscle atrophy and fatigue, but he became healthier. He was unprecedentedly flexible in his brain and his current physical condition, and he was even more keener in his spirit.

This made him even more sure that his dormant Viagra was indeed a black technology that surpassed the world he traveled through. There was absolutely something wrong with that multiverse republic of China. Wang Chen had a premonition that might reveal the secret of his traveling to the Ming Dynasty.

"Um!" The little Taoist who fainted from scare woke up slowly, and he said quietly: "Master, I seem to dream that the body of our ancestral treasure is restored... is alive!" The little Taoist saw Wang Chen staring at him, and was so scared that he broke his voice!

Wang Chen was still having a headache. The master and apprentice seemed to have regarded themselves as gods... Should they just take the initiative to pretend? Or should they find another excuse to explain the current situation?

Logically speaking, for safety, Wang Chen would better hold on to the identity of this god, but the ancients were not fools. It was okay that the old Taoist priest was scared just now, but now he came back to his senses, his eyes were full of suspicion. Wang Chen didn't think he had any ability and pretended to be the god in the minds of the ancients?

I have never heard of any liar who can still panic when he knows nothing about the person he is cheating.

In fact, the skill of pretending to be a god must be based on the advantage of information to scare people in one fell swoop. Now that Wang Chen is not aware of the situation after asking questions, he has no confidence to catch the subsequent temptations.

"But it's not OK to sit like this!" Wang Chen lowered his head and sighed in his heart. When he saw the life warehouse he was sitting in, he suddenly thought: "Yes! If this is really a life warehouse equipment in the high-tech world... it cannot be equipped with self-defense weapons! Even pilots of World War II must be equipped with a self-defense pistol! On the life boat of the ocean ship, the signal gun is even standard. A life warehouse that can travel interstellarly is highly likely to be a life warehouse left by the spacecraft. Will there be no weapons?"

Wang Chen lay back decisively and covered the glass cover of the life warehouse. Hearing the sound of the mechanical lock lock, Wang Chen felt relieved... At least he had the life warehouse protection. If there was danger outside, he would have to continue sleeping. After ten or eight years of sleep, all the dangers would disappear. Looking at the high-end atmosphere of this life warehouse, it was basically impossible for the natives outside to open it without a hundred and eighty years of research.

The two old and young Taoist priests saw him lying back into the coffin and stared at each other. The little Taoist priest was no longer afraid and asked boldly: "Master, why has the Great Heavenly Lord lying back?"

The Master Palace looked at the unlucky child and wanted to slap him to death. He stepped forward and said respectfully: "Give me a visit to the Immortal Lord's Dharma."

Before he could finish his words, the old Taoist priest of the "magic weapon" had always thought so, and it opened it immediately. The "Tianzun" who had just lying back turned over and sat up with a piece of black iron, according to the old Taoist priest's knowledge, it looked a bit like the short musket of the Great Bright Firearm Camp, but it was more angular and somewhat inexplicably neat.

Three boxes of nineteen rounds of magazines were found in the lower left corner of the survival warehouse. Wang Chen, who had a self-defense pistol, finally had the confidence to ensure safety.

"I feel at ease in my heart!" Wang Chen sighed. He was not going to pretend to be a god. Instead, he clasped his fists as the teacher Gong Gangbang looked like: "This Taoist priest, I am not a god... I am just a stranger in trouble. I slept in this coffin in order to take refuge. Taoist priest must not be too polite!"

The teacher's palace was frightened. He was so moved that he believed that the ancestors said that the coffin was brought by a comet falling from the ground, so it was fake? Aren't the one who came to take refuge from the sky?

As for why gods do not admit that they are gods, it can be seen by heaven. Will gods think they are gods? Only those who are born, old, sick and dead will think that gods are gods. As for gods themselves, most people have seen them a lot, and don’t think that there is anything rare about immortality.

Wang Chen could not see through the complicated psychological activities of the Master Palace. He only saw that the Master Palace was still worshiping, and even the doubts in his eyes were eight points. He simply crawled out of the coffin. Wang Chen was also afraid that after the cover of the Life Warehouse was closed, he could not even open it. But he found that the Life Warehouse seemed to be a brain wave or some operation, and he only recognized himself.

When he found the pistol just now, he was lying in the survival warehouse, thinking about where the self-defense weapon was?

As a result, the secret wall on the right opened by itself. Later, he found that the cover of the switched life bin was also controlled by his own thoughts... Perhaps there were fingerprints and iris verification? Anyway, he opened it as soon as he pulled it. After he went out, he also tried it and found that he could still open it, but most of the others could not... He didn't believe that the life bin had fallen into the hands of the natives for so long, so they had never tried it.

Just now, Wang Chen found a display screen, which was the glass lid that could see his upper body. When he lay back, he found that according to his needs, the glass cover could project some data related to the health ware. For example, he just saw that 43% of the nutrient solution in the health ware was used, and there was also a nutrient solution nanorobot material collection and synthesis function, which could be automatically replenished. Wang Chen looked at the replenishment progress and could recover about 2% a day.
Chapter completed!