After the lid of the golden coffin was blown off, the man inside, dressed in a black dragon robe, suddenly opened his eyes.
Unlike other zombies, the man in the golden coffin did not have shriveled or rotten skin. Apart from being pale, he looked almost the same as when he was alive.
"Who are you?" Wang Han asked as he saw the zombie in the golden coffin open its eyes.
"My name is Wang Mang." The man in the golden coffin, seeing Wang Han, clad in black armor, standing before his coffin, floated up, facing Wang Han, and asked condescendingly, "And who are you?"
"Let me introduce myself." Wang Han also flew up, towering over Wang Mang by a head, and said with a smile, "I am Gandalf the Grey Wizard."
"Tch, you're Gandalf the Grey? Then I'm Saruman the White..." Wang Mang stammered, his eyes widening in astonishment as he stared at Wang Han. Gandalf the Grey—was this someone from this era, no, this world? This person, like himself, was also a time traveler.
"Identity confirmed, it really is you." Wang Han said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to know what I wanted to know most in your first words."
Wang Mang: "..."
Wang Mang shook his head and said, "I am, after all, a person from the early Han Dynasty, and I am almost two thousand years old now. Please give me some face."
"I've lived since the Qin Dynasty," Wang Han said, pursing his lips. "I'm the senior."
'These two are truly ancient beings, one is a zombie who is almost two thousand years old, and the other has lived for more than two thousand years.' Listening to their conversation, the two local deities were filled with dissent.
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