"Eighth Brother, didn't you hear what he said just now?”
"Lord Zeng, this secret is hidden in the main coffin, so I naturally heard it. But what does this have to do with the topic just now?”
"Right, since Lord Zeng is related to the main coffin, why don't we open it?”When Master Eight said this, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes.
"This is the Whistle Coffin." Zhang Qiwen turned around and looked coldly at Master Eight, who kept talking.
"Oh, then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and open the coffin. Lord Zeng."
Lord Zeng said helplessly," This whistle coffin is sealed with molten iron. Once you break the coffin by force, there will be poisonous gas leaking out. In the worst case, some mechanism will shoot through you."”
Lord Myna silently retreated in the direction of the adjutant after hearing Lord Zeng's words.
"Then how do we open the coffin?" Lord Myna only continued asking when he retreated to the adjutant's side.
"Put your hand in and open it." This time, the one who answered Lord Myna was not Lord Zeng, but Zhang Qiwen, who was standing at the side.
"Do you want to do it, or should I?"
"Adjutant, go and get the people to prepare.”Lord Zeng glanced at Zhang Qiwen, his expression unchanged.
Zhang Qiwen glanced at Lord Zeng and walked out. When Lord Zeng and the other two were left, Lord Eight's expression changed and he asked Lord Zeng.
"Lord Zeng, where did this person come from? His methods are not ordinary.”Ever since they met, Master Eight had been paying attention to Zhang Qiwen.
His familiarity with corpses was stronger than his.
Moreover, if an ordinary person saw this scene, they would have been shocked.
This person was very calm. His eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice. There was no trace of emotion in them. His words revealed great confidence.
Since when did such a person appear in Sand City and even managed to fool him?
Not simple.
"Lord Myna, if this method was ordinary, Lord Zeng would have chased him away long ago. Moreover, that person's surname is Zhang.”
The adjutant's reminder made Master Eight frown slightly.
Just as he felt that something was wrong, he heard the adjutant's voice again.'
As Master Eight spoke, the bodyguards moved the coffins out.
Business was more important.
When Lord Myna followed Lord Zeng out, he saw a figure that could freeze people to death standing in the hall.
"Let's begin!"
Lord Zeng said. Then Lord Eight watched as the bodyguards moved and began to place some things on the coffin.
When he saw the pipa scissors at the end, Lord Myna was a little confused.
"Lord Zeng, what is this?"
"Eighth Master, use a fast horse to connect everything with the pipa scissors. There will be someone in charge of striking the gong. If there is anything wrong with the coffin, the bodyguard will immediately turn back to striking the gong to warn him and cut off his arm to save the bodyguard.”The adjutant looked at Master Eight and explained.
"Awesome, Lord Zeng. Others are willing to give up their cars to save their commander.”After hearing this, Lord Myna said to Lord Zeng,
"Lord Zeng, does your bodyguard look alright?”
"No, you go?"
After hearing Lord Zeng's words and looking at the coffin and the pipa scissors, Lord Myna fell silent.
"Let's begin!"
"Yes, Lord Zeng!" The adjutant responded and waved his hand to signal the start.
Zhang Qiwen knew the result when he saw the bodyguard walk to the coffin.
This bodyguard was no good!
And the development of the matter was just as he had expected.
In less than a minute, the bodyguard's face was covered in cold sweat. He looked flustered and struggled to pull his hand out.
When he failed, he shouted,"Save me!"”
Lord Zeng could tell that something was wrong, but he didn't even have time to stop it. The pipa scissors cut off the soldier's arm and blood sprayed on the coffin.
Zhang Qiwen glanced at the soldier and walked to the coffin to look at the blood on it.
Although, he was a little disgusted.
He still reached in directly.
Master Eight wanted to stop him, but he waved his hand in the air and said,"I don't want to."
Zhang Qiwen, on the other hand, was completely different from the soldiers. He fumbled around with his hands and easily took out the coffin in less than ten seconds.
With a soft sound, the face of the bodyguard who had yet to leave immediately turned red.
After he pulled his arm out,
He put on white gloves and took out his arm. He looked at it and handed it to the adjutant.
"Give it to him." He glanced at Lord Zeng, but the look in his eyes didn't make Lord Zeng's expression change.
"Ugh! It opened so easily?" Master Eight, who had watched the entire process, wondered if he was looking at more than one coffin.
Why did Zhang Qiwen open the coffin so easily?
The thick stench coming from the coffin made him swallow the rest of his words.
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