17 Confucius Jigsaw Puzzle 3
◎Digging up a coffin◎
Helan Dao straightened his legs, kicked off, and accelerated down to the ground.
He landed on the ground, untied the rope buckle, and with the huge impact force, rolled over, half-knelt on the ground and looked up.
After a quick glance around, the beads were nowhere to be seen.
He stood up, walked a few steps forward, and looked around, but still didn't find a single one.
"Don't look anymore, there's nothing on the ground." A beam of light from Zhu Heng's text frame shone from behind him, and Helan Dao turned his head to look at him.
Zhu Heng followed closely behind Helan Dao, landing on the ground just as he did.
Although I don't know why, but looking at Helan Dao's expression, he should be looking for those beads just now?
Zhu Heng didn't even bat an eyelid as he diligently untied his rappelling gear. He had already scouted the area, and the beads sank into the soil wherever they touched, disappearing completely.
Helan Dao was stunned, his hands on his hips, a look of helplessness on his face.
"Blame me, blame me." He smiled and raised a hand to scratch the corner of his eye. "I actually threw the puzzle away. I don't know if I can find it again..."
Zhu Heng paused, a crack appeared on his expressionless face: "What did you just say? Say it again?" What picture?
The four people above moved breathlessly for half an hour, and after going through countless hardships, they finally reached the bottom.
As soon as I arrived, I saw Zhu Heng and Helan Dao staring at each other. One was standing with his arms crossed, while the other was sitting on the ground and laughing casually. The atmosphere around them was frighteningly low.
To be precise, Zhu Heng had a cold face and exuded a murderous aura from his whole body.
"What's going on?" At first, the duck-voiced man was confused and wanted to persuade him that harmony brings wealth and there is no need to fight.
As a result, Zhu Heng gave him a fierce look, so he swallowed his words and decided to mind his own business.
Zhu Heng glanced at everyone coldly, his aura blocking them out, and asked without any context, "What are your plans next?"
Everyone was confused. Who was he asking?
Helan Dao thought for a moment, then slowly typed a line of words above his head: "Don't worry about that. If a puzzle piece can be lost, it can definitely be found."
Zhu Heng showed no emotion. He zipped up his jacket and mumbled, "Then you decide for yourself."
The implication is that if the sky falls, you have to bear it by yourself.
Everyone nodded, not asking them.
Then the next second, my thoughts suddenly came back.
Something seems wrong.
What did the unknown gentleman just say he lost?
What is lost?
Helan Dao smiled lightly when he saw everyone's pale faces.
He was actually still in the mood to laugh. His voice suddenly became furious: "How could you throw away the puzzle piece! Did you do it on purpose?"
Although he couldn't make any sound, his emotions could still be seen between the lines.
He strode over and tried to reach out to grab Helan Dao, but he was pushed away lightly with the back of his hand, avoiding his attack.
For a moment, Gong Yasheng saw a hint of ambiguous meaning in Helan Dao's eyes.
The drake's voice was stunned.
Why does he have this expression?
Helan Dao ignored the duck-voiced questioning and stood up slowly. A butterfly knife fell out of his sleeve and he turned his wrist twice, drawing a beautiful silver arc.
He held the hilt of the knife with one hand, and without any hesitation, he thrust the tip of the knife downward into the ground.
"Go find them, even if you have to dig deep into the ground to find them."
That's all we can do.
Helan Dao was the first to arrive. He had already been around this world and was familiar with the place. He divided the area into six areas for everyone. Although everyone was angry, they were still responsible for one area. Those who had tools used them, and those who didn't had to dig with their hands. They would do everything they could to find the six pieces of Confucius puzzle.
Zhu Heng spread out his clean palms and looked at the black soil on the ground again, without moving for a while.
Someone patted him on the shoulder and handed him a butterfly knife: "Here, don't dirty your hands."
Zhu Heng hit six points: "..."
Is he that precious?
When he looked up, he met Helan Dao's smiling eyes.
Zhu Heng took it without hesitation, without looking back, chose a place farthest from Helan Road, walked about ten steps, squatted with his back to him, and started digging.
When Helan Dao threw down the six beads, Zhu Heng didn't know that they were puzzle pieces and didn't care at all, let alone pay attention to where they fell. So even though his vision could reach infinity, he couldn't see them all.
I only vaguely remember that one of them fell here. I don't know if it was an accident or something else, but it just happened to coincide with the area designated by Helan Dao.
A knife was inserted, and there was a clang sound, like the sound of metal colliding.
Zhu Heng grabbed the butterfly knife and stared at the new cut on the blade.
What kind of soil is this, so hard?
He exerted a little more force, and the tip of the knife touched the hard ground, and a few sparks flew out.
A burnt smell wafted into Zhu Heng's nose, and his eyes froze.
He put the butterfly knife aside, touched a handful of soil, and sniffed it.
There was a rotten smell of rotten wood.
There's also some... strange smell that's hard to describe.
Could it be that the fallen beads caused it?
After thinking about it, Zhu Heng took a few steps back, changed direction, and continued scratching on the ground.
After some attempts, he found that the land was soft in some places and hard in others. Looking at the places where the ground had been poked, Zhu Heng suddenly had an idea.
He took a butterfly knife and marked the boundaries between the soft and hard soil. After a while, a set of dotted lines consisting of marking points gradually appeared on the ground.
When Zhu Heng connected these marked points, a rectangular pattern appeared on the ground.
It is very narrow, nearly two meters long, and only big enough for one adult.
Zhu Heng suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows, and became a little interested.
A bit like... a coffin?
He clapped his hands, threw away the butterfly knife, and went into battle with his bare hands. He quickly dug away the soft soil around him, and gradually a square corner of the thing under the rectangular hard soil was revealed.
Zhu Heng rubbed it hard, rubbing off a piece of the hard earth shell, and instantly a rotten and moldy smell rushed into his nose.
It really is a coffin.
He frowned and put his hand on the coffin lid. It felt a bit rough and the texture was not very good, as if it was prepared in a sloppy manner.
The stench of the corpse wafted over, making Zhu Heng feel nauseous. The smell was so strong, the person lying inside must have died not long ago, right?
Thinking of this, he quickened his movements and continued to explore along the edge with his fingers. He felt a thin depression, which he thought should be the opening of the coffin lid.
He pressed the coffin lid with both hands and pushed with all his strength, barely opening a gap.
But one crack is enough.
He looked away and crawled in through the gap. Inside the coffin, a highly decomposed body of a young man was lying quietly.
The moment Zhu Heng saw the clothes on the corpse, his scalp tingled.
It's black.
Black combat uniform.
The same as what Helan Dao was wearing.
Who is this? He Landao's comrade? A companion?
The man's body was already festered, with blood mixed with yellow corpse fluid, and white maggots wriggling on the body.
Resisting the urge to vomit, Zhu Heng looked at the face of the corpse.
"Oh my god!" A sudden excited scream interrupted his movements.
Not far away, the drake dug out something white: "What is this!?"
The system's top of the head was almost blown off by the scream of the duck voice.
Did it say that you can’t make any sound?
Did you say that?
The system took a deep breath and checked the degree of awakening of the Confucius statue. It was very good, thanks to the two game black holes, Helando and Gongyasheng, it was 75%.
The duck-voiced man widened his eyes in fear, then quickened his movements, digging up the surrounding black soil like a dog paddling, pinching a corner of the white object and pulling it out with force.
Unexpectedly, the thing was not buried deep enough, and the drake exerted too much force, and fell backwards due to inertia, landing heavily on his butt.
After a while, he quickly got up and saw that what he was holding in his hand was a piece of clothing.
Behind the man with the duck voice, the others also stopped what they were doing and looked over together.
However, what Gong Yasheng didn't expect was that he was not the only one who dug up something.
Except for Zhu Heng, who came empty-handed because the coffin was too heavy, the other four people all had gains.
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Everyone took what they had dug up and met up with Zhu Heng.
The old man walked in front and saw the rectangular object at Zhu Heng's feet. He was surprised and said, "A coffin?!"
Wang Kunshu covered his mouth and nose, fanned himself, and walked around the coffin, disgusted by the unpleasant smell. "Who's lying in here? How about opening it and taking a look?"
Zhu Heng made way for them and walked straight to the end of the coffin. He pushed the lid shut with both hands, covering the gap and keeping the foul smell of the rotting corpse inside.
As soon as Wang Kunshu got close to the gap, she was rejected. A whirlwind of foul-smelling air sprayed her in the face, mixed with fine dust and penetrated into her nostrils, making her sneeze several times.
Zhu Heng dusted himself off and typed expressionlessly, "I advise you not to read this. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat."
Helan Dao kept his head down, staring at the coffin without saying a word. Only when Zhu Heng spoke did he slightly raise his eyelids and glance in his direction.
He smiled silently, without any emotion.
【Author’s words】
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided nutrient solution between 2022-06-02 10:09:27 and 2022-06-02 23:53:31~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Passer 1;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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