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"Coffin …" Is this a coffin? Fang... Brother Fang... You... Are you kidding? "

Hearing Fang Zishu's words, Qi Sanpang, who was standing at the side, had a look of disbelief on his face.

Although the Qi family that he, Qi Sanpang, lived in wasn't as famous as the southeastern family, they were still considered famous for their tomb robbing families. Since he was young, he had seen many strange things under the influence of his grandfather, grandfather, and other grave robbers.

In his entire life, he had buried countless other tombs, starting with the Qin Tomb and ending with the end of Qing Dynasty.

He had seen the coffins of the noble generals, and had seen the nobility of ancient times. However, in Qi Sanpang's opinion, this kind of thing, which was made up of piles of tree trunks, could be called a coffin?

As if he had seen through Qi Sanpang's thoughts, Fang Zhushu smiled and said, "Coffin K is a variety of different kinds. The coffins K we see most often are made by carpenters who polish, cut, and so on the best wood. After meticulous polishing, they embed a few plates into the coffin, but in some places, without this technology, they have to simplify the steps of making coffins K."

After pausing for a moment, he continued, "It's like a coffin made from piles of rocks. The coffins made from hollowed tree trunks all exist, so although the coffins made from the tree trunks are special, after careful consideration, it still makes sense."

The only thing that Fang Zhoushu found hard to believe was that the coffins were made of piles of tree trunks. They were strange, but because of the simplicity of the materials and because the place they were in was a vast expanse of land, they could easily be corroded by the damp.

But the coffin in front of him, in this humid environment surrounded by lakes, not only did the trunks not show any signs of decay, but when the recipe book scraped off the thick layer of putty on its surface, the skin of the tree trunk hidden beneath the putty was not only clean as new, but also carried a faint smell of wood, as if the wood had been placed there only in the morning.

"These black putties are like a film of oil, isolating all the outside air. This allows the wood to be preserved so well even under such circumstances!"

"Are these golden colored plants a sunflower?" Xiao Hui asked curiously.

While she was talking, she reached out her hand again, wanting to touch the golden vegetation.

But before she could do anything, she was stopped by the book.

As long as it was a huge coffin, there would usually be some traces left behind.

Of course, these marks were not the location of the tree trunk or anything else.

Rather, it is used to describe the monuments or frescoes that are engraved in this project.

Only by finding these items would he be able to find out who was buried in this natural coffin made entirely out of a great deal of wood.

So he decided not to explore the huge trunk of the coffin first. He decided to follow it around to see if there were any stone tablets that would record the coffin.

The area was not small, no less than two or three times the size of a basketball court. From a visual point of view, the entire place was shaped like a gourd.

The four corners of the coffin were not even covered by any common reliefs or frescoes, much less those that were used to carve records or carvings.

In other words, in this large area, there was only this huge empty coffin. Other than that, there was nothing else.

With such a huge trunk and coffin, even the book couldn't come up with anything useful.

Fang Zishu and the others had no choice but to return to the huge coffin made of piles of wood. Looking at this huge coffin, they didn't know what to do.

This coffin was made of a lot of lumber and although there were no signs of rivets or splicing, the quality of each piece of wood weighed at least a few thousand pounds. With their manpower and resources, even if they had a pulley or lever, they might not be able to pry it open.

"Qi Sanpang, isn't General Chu the best at opening coffins?" Do you think there's any way to get rid of this coffin? " After Fang Zishu lost his idea, he could only cast his gaze towards Qi Sanpang, who was standing at the side. He wanted to know if Qi Sanpang, this general, could come up with a good idea in the face of such a huge fellow.

Hearing Fang Zishu's words, Qi Sanpang rolled his eyes on the spot. General Fangqiu was indeed good at opening coffins, but in the face of such a big fellow, the many methods he knew were useless here.

After all, this place was not like the world on the ground. If he was on the ground, he could use his personal network to get a few trucks and cranes and then forcefully move the big guy's timber away.

But in this damned place where he had no idea where he was, he only had two hands and some simple tools, so how could he move this wood that weighed a thousand pounds?

"Brother Fang, please don't joke with me. I'm just using a few hands, how can I open such a big thing?" Seeing that Qi Sanpang was out of ideas, Fang Zishu could only give up on the idea of opening the coffin from the front.

"Big Pine, you're good at climbing. Do you think you can climb these trees? Maybe there is a passage to the inner part of the coffin at the top of the coffin?" Fang Zishu saw the swaying vegetation and made new suggestions.

Big Zheng stared at the pile of lumber for a while before saying, "These lumber don't have much strength. I'm not sure if I can climb up there, but I still want to try."

With that, Big Ceng took out the Flying Tiger Claw from his backpack and threw it towards the top of the coffin.

Pow!

A clear and melodious sound came out, Da Ceng's Flying Tiger Claw had already landed on the top of the coffin, following that, Da Ceng nodded to Fatty Dun, who immediately squatted on the ground and placed both hands on his knees.

The book knew that Dacheng had wanted him to use himself as a foundation to create a simple ladder, so that he could borrow his strength to successfully climb the first piece of wood.

The height of this coffin, according to Dacheng's estimation, was about six or seven meters above the ground. When Dacheng had climbed the first piece of wood, he had just bumped into the golden vegetation that resembled a sunflower.

At that time, Da Ceng already felt that the smell coming from the sunflower plants made him feel dizzy, as if he was drunk. If not for the fact that the recipe book below had repeatedly reminded him, he would have fallen off the wood at the very first moment …