Zha Wenbin's shout scared the two of them so much that they almost choked, but how could a dead person suddenly speak and come back to life?

  "Look at your brother? You... you're okay?" Old Wang asked first with a trembling voice.

  Zha Wenbin's hands were supporting the jade coffin, and he was just about to get up when he realized that he was lying there completely naked. Actually, when Old Wang had moved his head earlier, he had already vaguely regained some consciousness, and by now he was fully awake. When he was unconscious earlier, he had heard two people talking outside, and he had vaguely felt that one of them was Old Wang. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up, as if his body wasn't under his control. He tried to feel his way around several times, but except for a slight warmth in the palms of his hands, he couldn't move any of his nerves.

  It wasn't until he heard another person talking about the staff that Cha Wenbin tried to focus all his attention on his hand, using a thought to urge his body to feel the warmth. After several attempts, a warm current flowed throughout his body, just as the man was reciting the Taoist mantra of "Qian Jin Zhuo". He naturally chimed in, but he had previously said that his soul was gone, yet wasn't this person alive and well?

  Although Cha Wenbin himself now has a million questions to answer, after the reversal of heaven and soul, he will inevitably experience the suffering of flying souls and scattered spirits, how did he survive again, and still lying in this mysterious jade coffin, could it be that Chaozi put him in?

  Huh? No, what's this thing pressing down on me?!

  "I'm fine, but who is Old Wang?" Wen Bin still didn't know what was going on outside, but from the short conversation he just overheard, this matter wasn't as simple as it seemed. For now, he could only pretend to be calm and try to gain control of the situation first.

  Old Wang's forehead was already sweating profusely, and the one person he least wanted to face was Cha Wenbin. He had originally thought that when the time was right, he would reveal everything, but unexpectedly, Cha Wenbin "died" just as he was about to do so, forcing him to expose himself prematurely. But now, Cha Wenbin had suddenly come back to life, and this matter could no longer be explained clearly. For a moment, Old Wang was also at a loss for words, and he couldn't help but want to escape from there immediately.

  Seeing Lao Wang not responding, Cha Wenbin said: "Alright, you don't want to say it, I won't ask much either. The thing you guys wanted has been in my hands since early morning. To be honest, I also don't know what it's used for, and I was thinking of bringing it out for you to study as you love archaeology. However, with the way you're treating me now, I'm sorry, but I've changed my mind. I think it's more reliable if I keep it by my side."

  Hua Bai Hu Zi listened and asked with an incredulous face: "What? The Bronze Wheel has been in your hands since early on? Impossible!"

  "Nothing is impossible, just like you guys couldn't have predicted that I didn't die, right? Friends who are well-versed in the Shu Men Ghost Path."

  Hua Bai's white beard retreated several steps, and he asked in a low voice: "How did you know who I am?"

  Zha Wenbin let out a cold snort: "I understand that the one who can comprehend the thousand gold falling must be someone from our Daoist sect, but those hands of yours are older than tree branches, and your whole body is filled with ghostly energy. I can smell it even through the coffin lid. Under the heavens, only the rumored Shu Men Gui Dao can cultivate such a half-dead person. However, although the techniques of gods and ghosts are mysterious, without the support of our sect's heart method, you will eventually be attacked by the ghostly energy in your heart and die without a place to bury your body."

  "Hum! What kind of nonsense is this, if it weren't for my ancestors' kindness in teaching you back then, would you have had the audacity to come here now? And yet, you're actually trying to lecture me!" The old man with white whiskers said disdainfully, looking at the coffin.

  However, Cha Wenbin was not a person who liked to engage in verbal disputes. At this point, he didn't know how to respond to the mess, and he also didn't want to make an enemy of someone over this matter. He simply said: "Old Wang, you can bring your clothes with you, can I have a set?"

  "This..." Old Wang's face turned difficult, when entering the mountain, everyone indeed brought an extra set, but on this road, some were lost and some were broken, the remaining two sets were in He Yichao's bag, now he might have gone down the mountain, "Wenbin, I really don't have..."

  This is getting weird, Cha Wenbin may not be afraid of ghosts or gods, and even more so, he wouldn't be afraid of people either. But after all, he's a seven-foot-tall man, he can't just run out like that, completely naked, it's too ridiculous. Just as he was struggling with this, his hand suddenly felt something silky underneath him, and when he touched it, indeed! Cha Wenbin found a sleeve, and from the texture alone, he knew it was high-quality silk fabric. How did silk end up in a place like this?

  Zha Wenbin suddenly thought to himself, "Could it be that the person I saw earlier in this room was actually a dead body?!" He didn't mind sleeping in a coffin, but using a corpse as a mattress, even a Taoist would get goosebumps. As he slid his hand down the silk, he touched a plump hand. Zha Wenbin felt a chill run down his back and if he wasn't naked, he would have jumped up already.

  Why did this miserable thing happen to him alone? Cha Wenbin now has a hundred grievances towards Chaozi in his heart. You little devil, you just want to bury me, but at least take out the master inside, and occupy someone else's coffin like this. Two people together, can they sleep peacefully?

  This man, sometimes, just says Cao Cao is coming, but he's not saying it, purely thinking. Just heard a loud "rumble" outside, shaking Cha Wenbin's eardrums in pain, buzzing, Old Wang and Hua Baihu were also startled by this sudden explosion, holding their heads and squatting down, thinking that another thunderbolt had struck.

  A familiar voice shouted: "Damn it, blind man, did you put too much medicine in this firecracker? It's so powerful that it almost deafened me!"

  Another familiar voice coughed several times in a row, and then said with a stifled breath: "This is the purple flat paving farmers who used to lay stone cannons, blasting stones, I didn't know the force was so strong, this power even surpassed the hand grenades in our troops..."

  Who are these two guys, not Chaozi and Zhuoxiong? These two goods have slipped away again!

  These two old men, not long after entering the forest, Super had a sense of discontent and muttered that if he had something in his hand, he would have to let Old Wang and that white-bearded man leave it for Cha Wenbin to accompany him in burial. Zhuo Xiong was probably also hungry, rummaging through his bag for food, and somehow pulled out two grenades, only then remembering that the day they went out to borrow a hunting rifle and bullets, he had also taken two grenades from the farmer's house and put them in his own bag. Having left them there for so long, he had almost forgotten about them, fortunately not having shaken them much, otherwise if this thing had exploded, it was likely that all of these people would have gone to the afterlife.

  Zhuo Xiong was muttering to himself about the danger, and just happened to be seen by Chao Zi. As soon as he saw this thing, this kid immediately came to life, begging Zhuo Xiong to give it to him. Zhuo Xiong didn't have the same intentions as He Yi Chao, thinking that giving it to him would be fine, but didn't expect the kid to take the grenade and calmly walk back, saying he wanted to blow up the cave and kill those three!

  All the way, Zhuo Xiong said that these two brothers finally came up with a plan, saying that they would try not to take lives, open the jade coffin, and then give them a lesson.

  Two men were not far from the entrance, and they saw that the horizontal meat face was lying on the ground, staring into the crack. Zhuo Xiong quietly approached him, and a knife accurately fell on his neck with a circle of fat flesh. The horizontal meat face didn't even make a sound, and was knocked down by Zhuo Xiong.

  Chaozi untied the horizontal meat face body's belt and shirt, tied him up again, and stuffed a bunch of broken clothes into his mouth, throwing him aside. Then, he searched around for a grass thicket, put down the still unconscious Leng Yiran, grasped the rope and slipped away.

  Chaozi is an impatient person, as soon as he landed, he was ready to give them a show of strength, and immediately detonated the one in his hand, throwing it towards the middle. Unexpectedly, its power far exceeded his expectations, and even himself almost got blown away.

  "Chao Tzu? Cho Hsiung?" shouted Cha Wen-pin from inside the coffin.

  "Brother Wenbin?" The two of them almost simultaneously widened their eyes and choked out this phrase, "Brother Wenbin, where are you?" Chaozi couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and shouted at the top of his lungs.

  "Where is it? Didn't you throw me into this jade coffin and strip off my clothes? Hurry up and bring over my clothes."

  It's really Cha Wenbin, and now Chaozi is so excited that he's about to go crazy. Brother Wenbin is indeed fine, just like he guessed, in that coffin, but why did he say he was thrown in by himself? Never mind, let's go find Brother Wenbin first. Chaozi almost shed tears, wiped his face hastily, and ran forward with Zhuo Xiong.

  "Get back!" Old Wang pulled out that 54 and pointed at them shouting.

  Chaozi sneered and waved the detonator in his hand: "Old Wang, move your fingers a bit, blind man, let's go up!"

  "Alas!" Old Wang let out a sigh and dropped his arms, his face also falling into a gloomy pale. This plan now seems to have been completely disrupted. What's bothering him now is how to explain it to Cha Wenbin!

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