The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"What's in there? Is that the mummy you were talking about?"

When Song Qianchen, who was hiding behind Shi Yang and seeking protection, asked, Du Wu immediately shook his head firmly.

"No! Because I haven't smelled any suspicious corpse smell yet.

I think this is probably the next test question Liu Xiqian has set for us."

? ? ? ? ?

Several men stood there in shock.

Xing Jiashan: "He actually used a coffin for the dead to give a test to the living? How unlucky!"

Du Wu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Can I ask you for a favor? He's already dead, he's been dead for over 600 years.

Will he care whether you are lucky or not?

Go ahead, I don't think there's any danger. If there was, it would have happened long ago."

Du Wu waved the Flowing Cloud and Rain Bamboo Whip and walked in front to lead the way.

It was not until the six people walked around and saw the back of the finely crafted coffin that they realized it.

At the end of each coffin, there is a blood-red diamond-shaped piece of gold-sprinkled rice paper, on which are written various iron-painted and silver-hooked running script brush calligraphy.

Some are "exciting", some are "debauched", and some are "good".

"What does this mean?"

Song Qianchen stroked his angular jaw with his long fingers, thinking over and over.

He got it!

"Isn't he giving us a literature test, asking us to put all the words on the coffins into the correct reading order in order to pass it?"

Seeing Shi Yang nodded, it meant that he guessed correctly.

Song Qianchen was so angry that he almost laughed!

"No... this coffin weighs at least a hundred pounds, so when will it be moved?

I'm afraid we'll be exhausted before we even get through the level. This guy... Bah! Why is this guy so mean? "

Shi Yang shook his head.

"No, don't you remember what Yan'er once said?

Whenever I go to a new and unfamiliar place, in addition to paying attention to the surrounding buildings, I also squat down and check for any gaps where people can hide.

Each black iron frame with a coffin embedded in it has four mini universal rollers at the bottom that have excellent load-bearing capacity and can be rotated at will.

Even though it's hard to push on sandy terrain, it's better than nothing."

Song Qianchen squatted down and took a look, and found that it was indeed the case.

"Okay guys, let's get started."

After a simple warm-up, Huo Jiuzhou pushed a movable blood-sandalwood coffin in front of him and placed it in the correct position in another open space behind him.

Then came the second, third, and fourth...

Song Qianchen was stunned by what he saw.

"No... I haven't even figured out the location yet, and he's already formed a group?"

Shi Yang and his men went over to take a look. The first sentence Huo Jiuzhou composed was:

'Every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country.'

"Oh~"

Song Qianchen understood again!

"Isn't this a long article? I thought it would be scheduled until the year after next..."

Shi Yang was speechless.

"Stop it, okay? Why don't you just say you're in your seventies or eighties?"

Here are some various poems and quatrains that just make up 10,000 words. Let’s get started.”

Ugh!

Several men sighed and pushed the coffin resignedly. They thought it would be very heavy, but they found it when they actually started pushing it.

It’s quite easy!

Even on bumpy sand, the universal wheels equipped on the frame make it as easy to move as on flat ground without requiring much effort.

So what is the difficulty of this level?

As soon as this thought flashed through Chu Yu's mind, he saw the empty sandy land surrounding them.

Suddenly, four large rectangular walls rose from the ground. They were made of light brown bricks with horizontal and vertical stripes on their surfaces of varying lengths.

In addition, two large pieces of land suddenly rose and fell under the feet and above the head, and the roof and the ground were of the same color, almost in the blink of an eye.

The place where the six people were was turned into a windless secret room, covering an area of ​​several thousand square meters, and even every word they spoke had an echo.

They knew that this old man must have another trick up his sleeve, so they all took out small oxygen respirators from their backpacks calmly and indifferently, and hung them on their chests ready to go.

To prevent breathing difficulties in the later stage, continue to work together. The second sentence is:

"Life's beautiful scenery, pleasant moments, and joyful events are all rare and precious."

The third sentence is:

"The clouds are rising from my chest, and the returning birds are flying into my eyes."

The fourth sentence is:

'Hardship, bitterness, and frost-covered hair, I am destitute and drink from the muddy cup in the new pavilion.'

……

At this rate, they quickly finished the first ten sentences together.

When Xing Jiashan saw these brilliantly written poems and songs, he couldn't help but think of Shi Rong, the talented little woman.

"If the baby hadn't been sick, with her here, we would have finished the fight quickly.

After all, classical Chinese is what she is best at.”

Du Wu raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Then do you think Liu Xiqian is stupid? He deliberately made Shi Rong sick because he knew her strengths well."

When this matter was brought up, Du Wu got angry!

I don’t know how Xiaoshirong is doing now. Is he feeling better?

Two hours had already passed. According to Huo Jiuzhou's order, he should have returned to Shi Rong and enjoyed a peaceful life.

But because I was trapped here, I couldn't move forward.

When they finished spelling out the 35th sentence as a group, a timer written in running script suddenly appeared on the wall opposite them.

There was a 10-minute countdown written on it, which made Chu Yu look confused.

"What does that mean? He doesn't want us to finish the fight in 10 minutes, does he?

Even if we assume that every line is a seven-character quatrain, there are still about 600 of them!

Even if a god came, he wouldn’t be able to finish it…”

Shi Yang took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his slightly agitated heart, and followed Shi Rong's instructions.

"It's okay, don't rush to complain, just work hard and try your best.

If it doesn't work, let's see what happens in 10 minutes."

Xing Jiashan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Okay, it's up to you."

The six men tried their best to control their confused thoughts and insisted on doing the things at hand.

Unfortunately, these 10 minutes seemed to pass faster than usual, and it seemed that in just a moment, the countdown began.

5、4、3、2、1…

Huo Jiuzhou and Shi Yang held their breath, waiting for the crisis to come in less than 3 seconds.

"Look! This wall has become a spirit!"

Following Song Qianchen's exclamation, the two leading men looked sideways.

Several human silhouettes gradually appeared on the walls on the left and right sides of them.

They wore brown sleeveless, waist-hugging, mid-length harem leather armor, black combat boots, high-crowned hats made of the same material, and held precious iron scimitars in their hands. Their movements were stiff and mechanical.

Whether it was the exposed limbs or the head, they all looked more like they were made of countless densely packed dry straws.

Their height is about 1.7 meters and they are thin.

The facial features were blurred, only a pair of scarlet eyes and a large square mouth could be seen clearly.

They waved the swords in their hands slowly, making bursts of "woooooah" roars.

It doesn't look scary, but rather a little ridiculously dull. Even walking a few steps gives people a feeling of effort...