"Hey, you, what do you want to do? Do you want to open that coffin?"
Sima Xuanyuan looked at her with confusion and said: "Of course, how can we get the military book without opening the coffin?"
Qian Duoduo's face suddenly darkened, he shook his head desperately, and shouted: "No, no, what if there is a vampire or a zombie lying in this coffin!"
Vampire? Zombie? This woman must have watched too many horror movies. When she saw this coffin, she felt eerie and scary. She stared at the coffin for a long time and felt cold all over: "Oh, I, I don't want to watch it.
,I am afraid!"
"What do the dead have to be afraid of? Really!" Sima Xuanyuan sneered, stretched out his hand to pat her head, turned and walked towards the coffin in the middle, and pushed hard on the coffin lid. The coffin was too big, he
One person really couldn't push him away, so he turned around and stared at Qian Duoduo: "Don't be stunned, come here and help!"
Qian Duoduo curled his lips, moved reluctantly, stood in front of the coffin, turned his head and pouted and hummed: "Hey, Brokeback Mountain, if a monster comes out soon, you have to protect me!"
"Okay! Hurry up!" Sima Xuanyuan tapped the coffin lid with his chin, and the two of them tried their best to push the heavy lid open.
As soon as Qian Duoduo pushed open the coffin lid, he sat on the ground with his eyes closed, holding his head and shouting: "Ah! Zombies!"
Sima Xuanyuan ignored her and lowered his head to look inside the coffin. Qian Duoduo sat on the ground with his head in his arms for a while, but did not see the legendary zombies and vampires jumping out. Then he stood up and picked up the coffin.
He looked into the coffin with his brows.
"Wow!" She screamed with her mouth wide open. In the coffin between them, waves of tendencies came to her nose. There was a corpse lying intact, as if it was a person who had just died, but with its eyes closed.
Just breathe.
"Oh my god, has he really been dead for ten years? Are you sure he didn't just die? Is it because of this fragrance that his body has not rotted for ten years?" Qian Duoduo carefully looked at this generation of powerful hero Lan Ling.
Wang seemed to be in his fifties, and his thin and dull cheeks looked like he had been tortured by a long-term illness, but even so, he could not conceal the imperial aura emanating from his bones.
Sima Xuanyuan clasped his hands together and bowed, then stretched out his hand to lift the thin brocade inlaid with gold threads that King Lanling had covered on his body. He was completely wrapped in a golden-red dragon robe. In both hands, he held a hand tightly.
A rectangular object wrapped in yellow precision forging.
Qian Duoduo stared at the thing in his hand, looked up at Sima Xuanyuan, and asked: "Hey, is this the one?"
Sima Xuanyuan reached out and picked up the rectangular brocade. After opening it layer by layer, a dark blue book was revealed in front of his eyes. He looked at the cover of the book: Lanling Art of War.
"Wow!" Qian Duoduo exclaimed, blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "Great, Duan Bei, you finally got what you wanted!"
An excited smile also appeared on Sima Xuanyuan's face. He slowly flipped through a few pages, which recorded the tactics used by King Lanling during his lifetime and various amazing weapon designs.
"Great, all my hard work is not in vain. This Lanling Art of War really exists!" Sima Xuanyuan couldn't help but admired: "It's really wonderful. This King of Lanling is really a hero of the generation. When you look at the weapons on it, it's really amazing.