"I brought back all the pieces, these are the best engineers, who are sure to restore the coffin to its original appearance."

The old naughty boy reached out and touched him, shook his head: "It's useless."

He sighed and gently stroked the wooden board of the coffin with his palm.

This kind of coffin is made of millennium wood. Now, not to mention whether it can be found in millennium wood, even if it can be found, there is no craftsman who can make one again.

The repaired things are naturally not as good as the coffin.

"If you can't repair it, you just restore your appearance. It's useless, forget it."

He withdrew his hand, a little reluctant, but there was no way.

"That bastard is forcing me to leave me with no way out."

The old naughty boy snorted and sighed, "He is still as cunning, as treacherous, and as unrestrained as before."

Jiang Wei waved his hand and asked several engineers to go out.

"What's special about this coffin?"

The black coffin in front of me is indeed very different. It can be seen that I have experienced many years, but it still exudes a steady aura. The coffin covers it, as if it can be isolated from the world.

"This is the coffin of immortality."

The old naughty boy said, "Sleeping inside can lead to many years of living, even a corpse can last for thousands of years."

Jiang Wei's pupils shrank, so magical?

"Thousand-year-old wood is rare, and there is no one here now."

The old naughty boy sighed, "Why is that bastard willing to do something and ruin it? Isn't he just trying to force me?"

"I must kill him!"

His murderous aura was peaceful, completely different from the murderous aura he had before.

The old naughty boy seemed to be more awake at this moment, and the memories in his mind probably also remembered a lot, but Jiang Wei didn't ask.

Jiang Wei doesn't know what these coffins and these people are from now, but he knows that all of this must be related to the Jidao Fist Notes.

He didn't know what Mr. Lang wanted to do.

"I know you have many questions, and I can't remember them now, but I will tell you what I know."

The old naughty boy turned his head and looked at Jiang Yishou, "You boy, you're pretty pleasing to the eye."

"I just want to know what Mr. Lang wants to do."

"He wants to save people."

The old naughty boy said.

Save people?

If it is to save people, this starting point is correct.

"But in order to save people, he can kill others. Everyone, as long as it will affect his rescue, he will kill them, even if they are relatives and friends, even if they are innocent passers-by."

Jiang Wei's eyes shook, so cruel?

This is so selfish!

"This person has no bottom line and is regarded as a cherished person by him, which is a blessing, but if not, it would be normal for him to kill you."

"Which era do you all come from?"

Jiang Wei looked at the old naughty boy and asked.

He could feel that the old naughty boy and Mr. Lang were obviously not from this era, especially the coffin, as long as it sleeps in it, it can live for many more years.

The 60-year-old man was called a child by him in front of the old naughty child, which is enough to show that the old naughty child is not young.

“What era?”

The old naughty boy raised his head, turned his eyes and patted his head again.

"I can't remember it,"

He shook his head, "Hey, that bastard was that time. He hurt me and almost killed me. Now I can't remember a lot of them. I just remember that I had to kill him."

"I only remember that in our era, there were many people who practice martial arts, and they were completely a world of great masters. Grandmasters were not as good as dogs, but there were still only a few who could reach the top of us."

"What about them?"

Jiang Wei asked again.

"Where are them?"

The old naughty boy seemed to have a cassette, "Where are them? What about them? Yes, what about them?"
Chapter completed!