"How are you going to help us get it?"

Lance stood on the edge of the platform and looked, since this place was west, and the place where the coffin was placed horizontally was east, the distance between the two sides was still quite far, and there was an island in between.

The troglodyte leader didn't say a word, he took out a large roll of crude rope from his back, and at the tip of the rope, there was actually a flying claw.

"This guy, is his intelligence so high that he can make his own flying claws?"

Lance was slightly surprised, but he doubted that the caveman leader's attempt would succeed.

From the appearance, the coffin is sunken in the concrete soil of the lake, and it is possible to grasp part of the corner of the coffin through the flying claw, but it may not be able to pull it over.

What's more, the force of this lake is so strong, and ordinary physical rules may not take effect.

At the moment, he didn't say a word, and quietly watched the movements of the caveman leader.

I saw that he shook the rope in his hand slightly, aimed at the coffin, and shook the flying claws out of the coffin with a sigh.

The claws with the rope sliced through the air in a smooth curve and landed steadily in one corner of the coffin. At this moment, a strange light suddenly flashed on the flying claws, and a mechanical sound was heard, and the three claws spun up separately and plunged deeply into the surface of the coffin.

At this scene, Lance and the others were dumbfounded!

"This guy, whether it's a caveman or a dwarf. Is this clearly the product of mechanical technology?" Lance looked at his unassuming troglodyte leader, and his admiration for him deepened. To be able to do this in a complete forbidden demon field is really not something that ordinary people can do.

The caveman leader grabbed the coffin. He had a lot of strength, and he actually pulled the coffin out of the mud.

So in the lake at night, a pair of pitch-black sycamore coffins floated on the surface of the water and slowly moved over.

......

"Smack!"

The coffin sticking to the lake water landed steadily on a corner of the platform, and the troglodyte leader pointed triumphantly to the coffin, and then said in fluent Abyssal Language:

"This piece of wood is yours, remember, we don't owe each other. ”

With that, his figure suddenly moved rapidly, and disappeared above the platform in the blink of an eye.

The group pulled the coffin closer to the mountain wall. lest you accidentally fall.

"Open it up and take a look. ”

Lance proposed.

They used the tips of their staffs. Pressed against the opening of the coffin, with a force, the lid of the coffin moved.

Then there was a crunch of crackling. The entire lid was moved to the side. Reveal the figure inside.

It was a handsome young man.

The young man closed his eyes. His face was serene, his hands were on his chest, and his clothes were typical of wizarding robes. His left-hand side. Press a note.

It can be seen that the corpse has been stored for a long time, but it has not decomposed, and there is probably some force protecting him.

Seeing the young man's face, Dora's eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, and she lost her voice: "Grandpa......"

"Grandpa?"

Lance was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted, a hundred years ago, Dora's grandfather should have left Ferrendor after leaving offspring at home, and went to Sivaret with the golden sword. The young man looked young, but he was probably young when he died, and his body was well preserved.

"I saw a picture of my grandfather when I was a kid, and this is him, yes. Dora said a little choked.

The young man did not have any breath of life on his body, and it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

Inside the entire Sycamore coffin, there is nothing else. At Lance's motion, Dora raised the young man's left hand slightly and took out the yellowed note.

The crowd came closer.

There are some messy scribbles written on it in Gulen, most of which have signs of alteration, so it is difficult to read and does not convey a separate and complete meaning:

[Time has not yet come...... I was wrong...... This shouldn't be ...... That's fate...... Not allowed...... No...... No...... Resurrection】

After that, the handwriting is even more messy, like a patient in the advanced stage of mental illness scribbling by hand.

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding the meaning of this note.

"What do you think, Lance?" asked Dora softly, putting the note away.

"The exact meaning is not clear, the only thing that is certain is that your grandfather is denying something...... It could even be something he thought was right before. ”

Lance was also confused by these inexplicable words. Especially the resurrection, which made him shudder.

He seemed to have thought, and Aoife the Demon Sword had mentioned, that a great being would not die.

"Could it be that the Witch King Rodriguez is going to be resurrected?" he couldn't help but be taken aback by his bold speculation.

After all, resurrection is too difficult. Undead creatures are another form of existence, and it is not easy for people to become undead, but it is almost impossible for the undead to become human - and it is even more impossible for a person who has been dead for many years to be resurrected if his soul has long since dispersed and become a part of the dust of the world in the furnace of the world of the dead.

Even the most powerful wizards—legends, demigods, may not be able to do such a thing as resurrection.

In terms of strength, Rodriguez is probably the peak of the fourth level, which is worse than the demigod of the fifth level, how can he be resurrected?

......

He thought about it, and then suppressed the absurd idea.

However, at this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the coffin:

"Negation, negation of what?"

The deep voice startled everyone, and Lance only felt goosebumps all over his body!

Because that voice came from the body of a young man!

"Grandpa, is that you?" Dora was startled, then looked incredulous.

"Grandpa, grandpa?" The voice seemed to whisper to itself, "I'm not your grandfather......"

Dora's face turned cold: "Then who are you?"

"I don't know. The voice sounded faintly.

With this sentence, in the young man's body, a crippled ghost suddenly broke away. It was a handsome man, with a deep brow on his brow, as if he was thinking about something.

"Then why are you in my grandfather's body?" Dora asked.

The man actually said, "This is what he willingly did." My body is weak, and I can only sleep with the help of his physical body, so that my soul can be immortalized. But the price was that he drained all his life force in his slumber and died. ”

"What would he be willing to do? How is that possible?" said Dora.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know about that. The man frowned and said, "I only know that when he came here, the time had not yet come." ”

"What time is it? Lance asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. ”

"......" Lance was silent.

Judging from this guy's expression, it doesn't seem to be fake.

He took a deep breath and suddenly said the bold idea in his heart: "Do you know a man named Rodriguez?"

The man looked at him in surprise: "Rodriguez, is he famous?"

Lance shrugged: "It was famous about a thousand years ago. ”

"I'm sorry, but I still don't know. The man pouted: "Why do you have to ask me questions that I don't know?" ”

Everyone was speechless for a while, this man had a very strange temperament. It seems that he was either rich or expensive during his lifetime, but what he exudes is a very casual and even a bit of a scoundrel.

"I'm sleepy now, I can feel very kind in you, can you lend me some sleep?"

The young man winked at Dora. Before the latter could respond, his body turned into a cloud of smoke and merged into Dora's body.

"What's going on?" said Dora, frightened and frightened.

"Rest easy. Lance muttered, "If I'm not mistaken, this guy must be a Heroic Spirit." ”

"Heroic Spirit, the strong will that arises after the death of the legendary supreme powerhouse?" Landry said in surprise, "But isn't this kind of thing a Heroic Spirit very powerful? Why does it seem that he is so weak, and he doesn't know anything about the question we ask?"

"Prophetic poem!" said Dora, coldly.

Lance nodded.

Landry reacted immediately: "What do you mean...... One in six?"

"Indeed, according to the prophetic verse, this fellow is probably the [one sixth of the king's spirits]. Lance smiled bitterly and said, "This kind of guessing game is too brain-consuming, and the only thing I can guess is the wizard king Rodriguez." ”

In fact, there was still a part of his mind that he didn't say. After the fall of Gu Wanlun, six families loyal to Rodriguez remained, the wizard king forged six magic swords, and the king in the prophetic poem was also one-sixth of the heroic spirits—all of which were obviously connected.

Although I couldn't figure out what was going on with this inexplicable heroic spirit, there were no disturbing changes in Dora's body.

The group temporarily pushed the coffin into the dark passage, and it took a lot of effort to get it into the jungle and find a place to settle it.

For the next period of time, they can only wait and see what happens.

"When the summer solstice comes, it's time for all mysteries to be revealed. ”

Lance sat in the corner of the tree hole and took out the diary again: "By the way, I found a record about the [Land of Eternal Life] before, because of the lake, I haven't had time to look at it, but now I can study it." ”

With that, he began to read the best part of the thick diary.

As he read it, Lance's expression became serious.

"What's wrong?" Dora keenly noticed.

Lance closed his notebook, shook his head, and said, "We might be in trouble." ”

"Are you talking about the Scorpion Society?" or someone else?" asked Dora.

"Someone else. Lance touched his chin, and a strange color flashed in his eyes:

"It may even be an acquaintance......" (To be continued......