Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

When you look at it from a distance, you will feel that the sarcophagus is big. When you get closer, you will see that it is indeed very big.

Dozens of players could surround the coffin in a circle. In terms of height, they were only two and a half heads shorter than Yu Du, one and a half heads shorter than Jiang Yuan, and even almost as tall as President Quan.

The coffin is square, with no gap between it and the ground, and is integrated with the entire stone platform. There are nine stone dragon carvings wrapped around the front, back, left and right. They are majestic, delicate, and lifelike, as if they could come alive in the next second and fight with the players for three hundred rounds.

Nine dragons carry the coffin.

Everyone subconsciously thought of this word.

Not many people could use dragons on their coffins, and the identity of the tomb owner was limited, so he was most likely an emperor during the Spring and Autumn Period.

The people from the Ren'ai and Defeng guilds worked together for a rare occasion and tried to lift the coffin lid together, but the huge coffin lid was pressing down on the coffin tightly and it did not move at all, not even the slightest crack could be opened.

"I can't lift this lid."

"Executive officer, what should we do?"

Huo Hu scratched his head. He remembered Gui Yanqi saying that the coffin was surrounded by some kind of Xuanyuan Qiankun Formation, which was integrated with the Qimen Dunjia. It would change over time and produce 18,664 kinds of changes. It was so strange and unpredictable that only he could open it in the world.

So he went around to the back of the coffin, and just in time he saw Quan Wuxia walking towards him, wiping Cang Jia with a handkerchief.

Quan Wuxia: "What?"

Huo Hu looked behind him and saw that Gui Yan Qi, who was alive and kicking just now, was now a bloody mess, turned into a pool of human-shaped mud, green and black with bubbles. Just as Huo Hu looked over, he breathed his last and died.

"Didn't I just tell you to save his life..." Huo Hu sighed.

"I want to do that too. This dick and testicles will be destroyed after one whip, and they will keep squealing like pigs. Damn it, I can't help it." Quan Wuxia cursed lightly and looked at the coffin:

"Why hasn't it been opened yet?"

Huo Hu covered his face. You just killed the only person in the world who knew how to open a coffin, and you ask me why I haven't opened it yet?

However, he felt that since Yu Sinian's death, Quan Wuxia's mental state had improved significantly, and he wasn't even cursing as crazy anymore.

Having lost the direct clue, Huo Hu had to look at his own captain, but saw Captain Yu squatting on the ground, playing with stones with Yu Sheng. No, that seemed to be someone's finger bone.

What are these two doing?

Jiang Yuan put the finger bones he had picked up into a small circle he had drawn. He seemed to be playing with the stones absentmindedly, but he was actually thinking:

Not to mention the innocent villagers of Niutuo Village, the [Gayaozi Gang], the [Mercenaries], the [Spider Madonna and her Children], the [Taotie], and now there are the [tomb robbers] who are killing each other, and the most important thing - us [players] from another world.

What is his purpose in gathering various forces from far away here...?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head and he saw through the cunning truth beneath the surface.

So that’s how it is!

Yu Du suddenly asked: "What did you think of?"

Jiang Yuan looked at him in surprise: "How do you know? Was it obvious?"

"Yeah." Yu Du nodded: "There's a little star in your eyes."

"Really?" Jiang Yuan blinked. He was thinking too much and didn't notice that Yu Du was looking at him.

"Hey, I know what's going on in this place. Come on, follow me." He stood up with a smile, clapped his hands, and subconsciously reached out to pull Yu Du.

Yu Du was stunned for a moment, then he held Jiang Yuan's hand and stood up:

"it is good."

The players are showing off their skills and studying how to open the coffin.

Huo Hu couldn't count on the captain, so he called the security department for help: "Yes, it's called the Xuanyuan Qiankun Formation, and it also incorporates some kind of Qimen Dunjia. Does anyone know how to solve it? What?! She asked for maternity leave?!"

The Defeng players studied the stone carvings and murals outside the coffin, hoping to find some clues from inside, but the stone carvings were covered with black paint left over from burning, as well as various knife and axe cuts, layered on top of each other, making them difficult to recognize.

A benevolent man in a black suit said, "This painting is so rotten, what's the point of looking at it?"

"Alas, I can't see clearly." The Defeng member shook his head.

"But these chisel marks are quite new. Too new, without a trace of dust. It looks like someone smashed them just a few hours ago."

"That must have been caused by a quarrel among the tomb robbers. Forget it, let's not waste time and just tear it down with our weapons."

"What if something inside gets broken? Don't you kind people use your brains?"

"Hey, how can you talk like that? Who am I doing this for? Everyone's time is not theirs! If you have the ability, can your president die?!"

"How the hell are you talking?!"

At this moment, a pleasant male voice broke in, interrupting the verbal battle that was about to start between the two sides.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Ren Ai, in a black suit, looked at the newcomer and asked suspiciously, "You?"

The Defeng member followed up and said, "Yusheng, this painting is so bad, what do you want to try?"

"No problem. I know a little bit of Braille and can figure out what the painting means with my eyes closed." Jiang Yuan smiled and walked between the two sides.

His confident aura startled the people around him, and since he had the CEO's support, everyone made way for him to see what he had to say.

Jiang Yuan walked to the coffin, rubbed his hands like a fly, closed his eyes, and began to feel the stone carvings on the surface of the coffin.

He explained: "In fact, as long as you sketch the picture in your mind based on the traces of different ages, then delete the new traces and sort them out a little, you can reconstruct the original appearance of the painting in your mind."

"So that's how it is." The Defeng members suddenly understood.

"This stone carving tells the story that a long, long time ago, there was a gluttonous monster called Taotie. It ate eight meals a day, eight tons of food at each meal. After it ate all the wild animals in the mountains, it ran to the rich areas south of the Yangtze River to commit crimes and eat people everywhere.

In order to save their lives, the wealthy businessmen spent a large sum of money to hire a master to help them subdue the Taotie.

But Taotie cannot be killed, so the master trapped it in the maze in the underground palace under Polu Mountain, and used magic to let the gray ghosts continue to search for corpses and build a maze to trap Taotie and prevent it from causing trouble in the world again. "

Defeng members were puzzled: "Master? Could it be the Taoist priest who caught the Spider Mother again?"

Jiang Yuan: "Maybe."

Ren Ai, who was wearing a black suit, asked suspiciously, "What a mess! How can I know if you are talking nonsense?"

"You're right, I was talking nonsense. The stone carving is so broken that I can't feel it." Jiang Yuan grinned and tapped the surface of the coffin lightly with his five fingers.

"You! Can you please stop making fun of us? I've tolerated you for a long time!" The man in the suit felt his intelligence was insulted and was about to take action, but Yu Du behind Jiang Yuan gave him a cold glance and instantly lost his temper.

"Don't worry. Although I am talking nonsense about this mural, I do know a little bit about these mechanisms."

"Who knew you would..."

Before the man in black suit could finish his words, a muffled "boom" was heard.

The coffin lid, which had previously been unable to be opened, suddenly opened a crack by itself without any warning, leaving enough space for one person to enter.

Mist emerged from the coffin, and an aroma of old flower buds wafted into the air, mixed with the smell of fire. The smell was neither strong nor weak, as if it had been deposited for years and finally saw the light of day.

Who would have thought that the coffin that a group of players had been unable to open before, opened by itself after just a few taps. Everyone looked at Jiang Yuan with admiration.

"Xiao Yu, you actually know this legendary Xuanyuan Qiankun Formation!?"

"Your skills are not superficial." The Defeng member said in surprise.

Jiang Yuan said modestly: "As a fisherman, I stay in the wild for a long time, so it is reasonable for me to know some mechanical tricks."

Huo Hu sighed: "What you said makes me want to go fishing."

Everyone carefully poked their heads in, prepared to see strange corpses or be startled by a horrible monster suddenly jumping up. However, when they poked their heads in, they were all dumbfounded.

Jiang Yuan stood aside, without looking inside the coffin, and said leisurely:

"It's empty inside, isn't it?"

The unconvinced Ren Ai in the black suit was surprised: "You knew it a long time ago!?"

I saw that there was no coffin at all inside the heavy coffin. Instead, it was a whole piece of furniture with only a dark oval stone pit. It was clean and empty inside, without even a few grains of dust.

The stone pit was not big, about the size of a single bathtub, and could only accommodate a thin person. If tall adult men like Huo Hu and Yu Du went in, they would have to tuck their feet in and curl up inside.

"Of course. According to my guess, this coffin is not for the dead, but for the living... No, to be more precise, it can't be considered a coffin, but a shelter."

Everyone: "Shelter pit?"

"Yes, according to my guess, the content painted on this mural should be like this: This is a shelter pit for the last survivors. When the fire is burned out and the treasure is revealed, the survivors can escape with the treasure and become rich and well-fed from then on, and they may even live a hundred years and ascend to heaven."

"This is just my speculation, it's not completely accurate, but that's roughly what it means."

Huo Hu pondered, "So... the tomb robbers killed each other because this place can only accommodate one person, and only one person can survive to the end! And get everything!"

Jiang Yuan smiled: "That's right."

A benevolent man in a black suit raised his hand happily: "I know this question! Only one can survive, this is a classic battle royale or Gu refining mode!"

"Oh, no wonder there are so many monsters in this tomb! This is the trick played by the master of this sect."

They talked till here, and Quan Wuxia, who had been standing outside the crowd, moved his ears without much interest and said quietly:

"So... only one person can leave this game alive?"

He was shocked and clenched the Cangjia in his hand, scaring the people around him to tremble.

Jiang Yuan quickly said, "Wait, President Quan, don't get excited. That's just what the mural says."

Huo Hu was surprised: "What do you mean? The mural says it's fake?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yuan closed his eyes and reached his five fingers into the shelter pit to feel around. As he thought, he felt countless scratches, layered and crooked.

“The scratch marks in this pit must have been left by someone who had been here before. That person...or those people, never made it out in the end.”

Jiang Yuan's slender fingers groped downwards, forming a sharp contrast with the dark inner wall of the cave, like a piece of snow falling into the black and gray. He carefully traced the painful scratches, which became lighter and lower, symbolizing the people's gradually lost vitality.

"They were trapped inside, and in despair, they were constantly suffocated by the raging fire outside the pit. However, they had nowhere to escape and could only scratch the stone walls until they died."

Ying Zixi was confused for a moment: "But didn't you say this is a shelter?"

Gu Yu said: "Yu Sheng's meaning is that this is a fake escape and this shelter pit is actually a trap. The winner will be locked up here and burned to death... But why would the sect leader do this?"

"Because the person who survives to the end is the 'treasure' that the sect master wants." Jiang Yuan said.

Ren Ai in black suit: "What treasure? Does this sect leader like to eat Gu King?"

In the minds of several people, a juicy and crispy roast suckling pig appeared unconsciously, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, coated with a layer of dense white sugar, soft in the mouth, and a line of throat...

Jiang Yuan held his forehead and continued to guide: "Think about it carefully. Pile all the raw materials together, roast them with a big fire, and finally get an essence. What does this sound like?"

Everyone's mind was in a mess, and a vague concept was about to emerge in their mind.

Ying Zixi raised her hands excitedly: "Essential oil! It's essential oil! The sect leader is using the Gu King to refine essential oil!... Wait? She's a woman?"

Everyone:......

Jiang Yuan held his forehead with his hand. This class of students is so difficult to lead: "Guess again."

The female anchor's remarks disrupted everyone's rhythm, and they were at a loss for words for a moment.

Yu Du had been standing behind Jiang Yuan, listening silently. His dark hair cast a shadow over his drooping eyes, and he seemed a little listless. Seeing that his master really couldn't lead the other players, he said two words lightly:

"Alchemy."

Guyu suddenly realized: "Yes! It's alchemy! So this is not a cemetery, nor is there any treasure, but an extra-large alchemy furnace?!"

Xiao Yu'er is still reliable. Jiang Yuan was so moved that he nodded: "Yes, the sect master attracted so many evil people here just to gather the evil spirits and refine the elixir."

As he spoke, his fingers were always inside the shelter pit, groping carefully, his fingertips rolling over every scratch.

The evil god is like this. He loves to appreciate everyone's despair, and encourages every sect leader to create games full of lies, fooling players and creating more despair and misery.

He knew that someone had stayed here and died painfully in this place that symbolized hope in the scorching darkness.

He wanted to remember the despair that man left here, and his final hatred, but when he suddenly felt the two words on the back of the coffin lid, his thin body trembled slightly, his mind went blank, and a huge sadness ran through his brain, causing the Son of God to stop thinking.

Not far away, Huo Hu also followed Jiang Yuan's example and groped around in the cave, hoping to learn more experience from this clever fisherman.

Apart from the scratches, he soon felt a few crooked words at the bottom of the stone pit and read them out subconsciously.

"Three drops of water, Gong, Yuan, Xin?"

After the middle-aged executive assembled these words in his mind, his eyes suddenly widened, his body trembled, and he got a sensational answer.

"Jiang...Yuan...!"