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Somewhere in the mountains and forests, in a clearing.
"This is troublesome." Daoist Qianhe's face turned very ugly as he watched the ink on the ink net being washed away by the rain.
"Manager Wu, please move the coffin into the tent first, otherwise something terrible might happen." Seeing that the soldiers had already set up a tent, Daoist Qianhe said urgently to Manager Wu.
“No, the second one.” Steward Wu said without hesitation, then ran to the young prince’s side and helped him into the tent that had just been set up.
"Alas!" Upon seeing this, Daoist Qianhe sighed, turned around and came to the side of the coffin. He looked at the ink on the ink line on the top of the coffin, which had been almost washed away by the rain.
Just as Master Qianhe was becoming increasingly anxious, the rain suddenly stopped.
"The rain has stopped," a disciple exclaimed with delight. If the rain had continued, who knows what would have happened?
"The rain has stopped." Master Qianhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shouted, "Everyone, put in more effort and get the coffin into the tent as soon as possible."
Unfortunately, this was a bronze-cornered, gold-plated coffin, which was not only extremely heavy, but also had another unique characteristic.
"Boom..." A thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky, and blue-white lightning struck the coffin directly.
"Bang..." The four soldiers pushing the golden coffin were blown away on the spot, their bodies charred black, and they were already dead.
"Squeak..." Just then, the lid of the golden coffin suddenly lifted, and the ink net emitted bursts of red light, preventing the contents from breaking out of the coffin. Unfortunately, the ink net had been washed away by the rain and had long lost most of its effectiveness; the ropes on the net were breaking one by one.
"Quickly, tie the coffin ropes!" Upon seeing this, Daoist Qianhe urgently shouted to his four disciples.
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