C97 (1/2)

”Coffin …” Is this a coffin? Fang... Brother Fang... You... Are you kidding? ”

Hearing Fang Zishu's words, Qi Sanpang, who was standing at the side, had a look of disbelief on his face.

Although the Qi family that he, Qi Sanpang, lived in wasn't as famous as the southeastern family, they were still considered famous for their tomb robbing families. Since he was young, he had seen many strange things under the influence of his grandfather, grandfather, and other grave robbers.

In his entire life, he had buried countless other tombs, starting with the Qin Tomb and ending with the end of Qing Dynasty.

He had seen the coffins of the noble generals, and had seen the nobility of ancient times. However, in Qi Sanpang's opinion, this kind of thing, which was made up of piles of tree trunks, could be called a coffin?

As if he had seen through Qi Sanpang's thoughts, Fang Zhushu smiled and said, ”Coffin K is a variety of different kinds. The coffins K we see most often are made by carpenters who polish, cut, and so on the best wood. After meticulous polishing, they embed a few plates into the coffin, but in some places, without this technology, they have to simplify the steps of making coffins K.”

After pausing for a moment, he continued, ”It's like a coffin made from piles of rocks. The coffins made from hollowed tree trunks all exist, so although the coffins made from the tree trunks are special, after careful consideration, it still makes sense.”

The only thing that Fang Zhoushu found hard to believe was that the coffins were made of piles of tree trunks. They were strange, but because of the simplicity of the materials and because the place they were in was a vast expanse of land, they could easily be corroded by the damp.

But the coffin in front of him, in this humid environment surrounded by lakes, not only did the trunks not show any signs of decay, but when the recipe book scraped off the thick layer of putty on its surface, the skin of the tree trunk hidden beneath the putty was not only clean as new, but also carried a faint smell of wood, as if the wood had been placed there only in the morning.

”These black putties are like a film of oil, isolating all the outside air. This allows the wood to be preserved so well even under such circumstances!”

”Are these golden colored plants a sunflower?” Xiao Hui asked curiously.

While she was talking, she reached out her hand again, wanting to touch the golden vegetation.

But before she could do anything, she was stopped by the book.

As long as it was a huge coffin, there would usually be some traces left behind.

Of course, these marks were not the location of the tree trunk or anything else.

Rather, it is used to describe the monuments or frescoes that are engraved in this project.

Only by finding these items would he be able to find out who was buried in this natural coffin made entirely out of a great deal of wood.

So he decided not to explore the huge trunk of the coffin first. He decided to follow it around to see if there were any stone tablets that would record the coffin.

The area was not small, no less than two or three times the size of a basketball court. From a visual point of view, the entire place was shaped like a gourd.