On the surface of the lake, there was a rotten wooden coffin, and then a foot kicked through the coffin board.
Chen Yang's first reaction was to hold Tang Wan in his arms and observe carefully.
After passing through the underground palace, there are so many strange things, and anyone who sees this scene suddenly should be cautious.
Then......
Those feet, how do they look familiar?
Especially those green rubber-soled shoes, also called labor protection shoes, which not many people wear these days.
"Uh~Old pig?"
Chen Yang blurted out and asked.
"Bang!"
The rotten wood coffin rang again, and this time the lid of the coffin was kicked off.
The cover is relatively strong and there are no holes or holes.
Immediately afterwards, a huge head popped out of it, breathing heavily.
Zhu Wuneng!
"Prince Chen, I almost didn't live to see you, old pig."
Zhu Wuneng's face turned purple from suppressing the pressure, his eyes were half convex, and the veins on his forehead and neck were exposed, which looked like someone with varicose veins.
Everyone has surfaced, and they still look like this. You can imagine how dangerous Zhu Wuneng was when he was underwater.
Seeing Zhu Wuneng like this, Tang Wan suddenly felt that the previous struggle in the water was dangerous at the time, but now it seems that it has nothing to do with danger and is purely romantic.
Without comparison, there is no joy!
Chen Yang held Tang Wan in his arms, paddled across the water, stretched out his hand to press the rotten wood coffin, and sat on it with Tang Wan.
As soon as the weight of the two of them increased, the rotten wood coffin sank, exactly like the way the car body sank when a fat man weighing two hundred pounds got into a taxi.
"Hey, Prince Chen, please take it easy. I'm a little afraid of water right now and I really don't want to swim."
Zhu Wuneng's face turned pale, so pale.
Tang Wan covered her mouth and smiled. She was very doubtful that after this time, this old Jianghu who moved mountains and unloaded mountains and touched the golden hills would still dare to go into the water.
You don't have hydrophobia, do you?
Chen Yang glanced inside the coffin and patted Zhu Wuneng on the shoulder with emotion: "Thank you for your hard work, old pig."
Isn’t it hard work?
Inside the coffin, most of it was filled with thick water. It was not clear water, but filthy, translucent black sewage.
As long as a little more water enters and Zhu Wuneng's own weight is added, will the rotten wood coffin be able to float him out? Or can it float out? If it takes too long, the little air left in the coffin will not be enough.
Zhu Wu couldn't hold on until he came out of the water, so there were still two questions.
This was good luck. If it weren't for this rotten wood coffin, if Chen Yang wanted to see Zhu Wuneng again, he would have to have the body float up on its own, and it would have to be hung somewhere without hooks?
"Old pig, what is this guy? Where did it come from?"
Chen Yang patted the rotten wood coffin and asked.
Zhu Wuneng wiped his face, calmed down, and said happily: "Old Zhu is so lucky. When he was about to drown, he discovered that there was a coffin in the lake?"
Zhu Wuneng said happily: "The coffin is not sinking, but rising. I immediately understood that there is air inside. Otherwise, the coffin cannot rise straight up."
He stretched out his right hand, and the blood-red color on it was fading: "I opened the coffin lid with all my strength, immediately hid in it, and then closed it again..."
Zhu Wuneng said it in an understatement, but both Chen Yang and Tang Wan could hear the danger in it.
At the critical moment of death, Zhu Wuneng found a coffin rising up from the water, and judged that there was air inside. Then he used the power of his right hand to open the coffin lid, got in, and closed it again.
The sewage inside the coffin poured in in just an instant.