The coffin lid was gently placed to one side, and the jade, although precious, was very brittle and easily broken. Old Wang couldn't wait to take a look, and his three souls were immediately scared away by two and a half souls. Why? Because the person lying here was someone he knew!

  Hua Bai saw Old Wang's appearance and thought he had seen something terrifying, after all, opening a coffin and putting it anywhere is not a glorious thing, so he quickly got up to take a look, good guy, how did a modern person end up lying inside!

  Inside the coffin lay a naked man, his hair cut short like that of ordinary men, with a hint of stubble on his lips. His face was not the usual pale color of the dead, but rather rosy and radiant. The man had sturdy muscles, but his skin was tender and delicate, like that of a newborn baby. If it weren't for the fact that he was lying in a coffin, one would have thought him to be a young nobleman taking a nap. His hands were placed on his chest, with an ancient-looking golden scepter tightly grasped between them. Behind his head, instead of a pillow, there was a bronze wheel-shaped object. The combination of these strange objects and the man's corpse seemed bizarre even to Whitebeard, who had seen many things in his lifetime. And then there was that intoxicating scent, which filled one's nostrils from the moment the coffin lid was opened, and went straight to the heart.

  But what made the old man with a white beard very excited was that he really found what he wanted here, unable to hold back his joyful mood, his trembling hands reached into the coffin, and his mouth muttered: "Finally found it, finally found it!"

  "Don't...don't move!" Old Wang said with a trembling voice.

  Hua Bai Hu Zi stopped his hands and looked at Old Wang with a puzzled expression, asking: "What's wrong?"

  "Don't move! I know this person..."

  "Do you know him?"

  Old Wang pointed at the man in the coffin and slowly said: "He is Cha Wenbin!"

  Hú Bái's white beard was clearly not expecting to hear this sentence from Lao Wang's mouth, and he took a step back, staring at the old man who was already on the verge of tears. "Chá... Chá Wénbīn? That Taoist priest? Didn't those two young whippersnappers say he was dead? How could he be inside? Could it be that those two whippersnappers put him in there?"

  "Does he look like he's dead? He's clearly just asleep." Lao Wang's words were now laced with a sob, and before entering the cave, he had speculated about all sorts of possibilities - that Wen Bin was still alive, or that they were all dead. It wasn't until after entering the cave and seeing Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong's actions that he was certain Wen Bin was really dead, and even that his body was gone. But what he could never have imagined was that the person lying in this jade coffin, which he had finally found after so much difficulty, would be him. No wonder He Yi Chao insisted on opening this coffin - it seemed they had known all along. Lao Wang could face Zhuo Xiong calmly, and he could also face He Yi Chao calmly, but he couldn't face Wen Bin. Because from the moment he disappeared in the village, Wen Bin's every move was under his watchful eye. Whether it was in the underworld hell or the bronze great array; whether it was the corpse silkworm army or the river troll double coffin; whether it was the hungry snake siege or the ape attack, Wen Bin had never given up on him, and had never abandoned him. Even when he fell off the waterfall, the last words he muttered were to instruct Chao Zi to take him out.

  Old Wang recalled the time he first met Cha Wenbin at General Temple, his enchanting and heroic demeanor when drinking with three people by West Lake, at He Lao's house, at Wang Zhuang, and in Qingcheng. He always treated himself as an elder brother. But Old Wang only regarded him as a chess piece. Old Wang could betray everyone under the sky, but he couldn't betray Cha Wenbin!

  "Brother Jiang, if this brother of mine is no longer around, after taking the things, I'd like to ask you for a favor." Old Wang said with his eyes closed, holding back his tears.

  Hua Bai Hu Zi is also a reasonable person, in the past Old Wang had mentioned Cha Wen Bin to him many times, they had repeatedly studied and thought that Cha Wen Bin was the best candidate to enter the mountain, but now the most important thing is probably time, if those Japanese people find that thing first, then all their efforts will be in vain.

  "You say it, I'll definitely do what I can."

  Old Wang looked at the white-bearded man in front of him, bit his lip, and finally seemed to have made up his mind. He said, "I know that Brother Jiang is well-versed in the ways of ghosts. Do you think he still has a chance to return his soul?"

  Old Wang's words caused a fierce reaction from Hua Bai Hu Zi, who immediately scowled and said: "Don't spout nonsense, what do I know about ghostly ways? When people die, they're dead. Have you ever seen anyone come back to life after dying?"

  "But you obviously are..." Old Wang wanted to say something else.

  "Alright, Old Wang, if you say another word, don't blame me for being impolite. Just take your things and leave, no need for so much nonsense!" Hu Bai's white beard was bristling with anger, clearly he was very dissatisfied with Old Wang's behavior just now.

  Old Wang saw that Hu's white beard was about to turn upside down, and he didn't dare say anything else. He could only change the subject: "Brother Jiang, are you sure that's the Sun Wheel we're looking for?"

  "Hmph, you think that just because Wang Yue has that branch in his hand, he can get away with it? Without the Sun Wheel, it's nothing but a mere ornament. My clan, the Jiang Clan, has been guarding this secret for thousands of years. If he hadn't agreed to help me take revenge, do you think I would have cooperated with you? Don't be ridiculous! Take your things and leave quickly, this place is not suitable for lingering!"

  He said, then the white-haired old man bent down to pick up the bronze wheel that was under Cha Wenbin's head. But this thing that had been used as a pillow was now pressed tightly by the man in the coffin. The white-haired old man tried several times but couldn't pull it out. He wondered if the man was too stiff after death, so he shouted: "Old Wang, come and help, lift up your brother's head. It seems that even after death, he doesn't want to give up this thing."

  Lao Wang didn't want to look again, but now he really had no choice. He walked to the coffin and looked at Cha Wenbin's familiar face. Lao Wang turned his head, gently holding his face, trying to lift it up, but it didn't move at all!

  "With a bit of effort, they're all dead anyway, can't cause any more trouble." Old Wang's white beard saw that and got very angry, saying discontentedly.

  Old Wang also felt that the Cha Wenbin in his hand was as heavy as a boulder at this moment, and he couldn't help but add more strength to his hand, until the veins on his arm bulged out, yet he couldn't move Cha Wenbin half an inch.

  These white beards are indeed seen in the eyes, and the two of them counted together, deciding to lift one side each, even if they had to pull hard to get this person out.

  The two of them worked together with all their might, using even the energy they would have used to eat. Except for that sleeping face which didn't change, Cha Wenbin's corpse was still in its original position. These two people combined were not saying how much strength they had, but even if it was a bull lying there, they should have been able to move it a bit. The two of them were busy and sweating profusely, but couldn't succeed, panting on the side.

  Hú Bái's white beard stared at the inside of Zhā Wénbīn, gradually shifting his gaze to the staff in his hand, and asked Old Wang: "Does this Zhā Daoist have a staff like this in front of him?"

  The two were initially attracted to the bronze wheel, and for them, this thing was the goal. They didn't even take a closer look at the staff. Old Wang blinked and looked at it, puckered his mouth, stroked his chin and said: "I really haven't seen him use a staff before. He has a sword that he usually carries with him, but it's already been taken by Chaozi. Today is the first time I've seen this thing."

  The old man with a white beard bent down to take a closer look at the stick, and suddenly raised his head: "Huh? This thing shouldn't be on him!"

  "Do you recognize this thing?" Old Wang asked.

  "Although I haven't seen this thing before, I recognize the mark on this staff. The fish-bird-arrow pattern is the totem of the Di people's country. Legend has it that the Di people's country had a great golden priest who held a scepter that could communicate with spirits and ask about the earth, which was the spiritual symbol of the Di people's country. Could this be the thing? However, that was also a long time ago. You've been studying archaeology for so long, you should understand the relationship between our two families. Although there are many differences, we are from the same source after all. But one thing is strange - I clearly can't feel any soul aura from this brother of yours, but he's dead yet not stiff, heavy as a thousand pounds, and instead of rotting, he emits a fragrance that assaults the nose. I also don't know why this is so. However, the method of being heavy like Mount Tai after death isn't some strange thing either - I can do it too."

  "You too?"

  "Not bad," Old Man Hu stroked his sparse white beard, closed his eyes and recited: "A golden cow head floats, horizontal and vertical, day and month flow; overturned, a thousand catties fall..."

  "What a ghostly aura!" Suddenly came this cry!

  "Who?" shouted Bai Huizi and Old Wang in unison, both of them staring at each other in surprise, their eyes fixed on the jade coffin. They cautiously approached it, and upon taking a closer look, they saw that Cha Wenbin was still sleeping peacefully inside. This momentarily relieved the two men. Bai Huizi quickly said, "First, let's take that staff!"

  "You haven't mastered the art of ghostly ways yet, I see!" Coffin occupant Cha Wenbin suddenly opened his eyes and spoke, causing Old Wang's face to turn pale in an instant, scaring his white beard into a backward retreat, almost tumbling off the stone pedestal.

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