Master Fu Xuan also wants to kill me today!

Fu Xuan looked at it and seemed to recognize what it was, but his tone was full of doubt and disbelief.

"That seems to be a coffin...?"

In the picture on the main screen, in the center of the miniature Milky Way, countless stars slowly circled around a bronze black coffin full of complicated patterns.

Chapter 2: Jing Qing, Fu Xuan

who I am......?

In the darkness of nothingness, the hazy consciousness took the lead in asking questions, but before it could think deeply about the question, the pain that followed like a tide swallowed it up completely.

pain!

it hurts!

It really hurts!

It almost instinctively wanted to turn over, want to cry, and wanted to struggle, but its body did not respond to it.

This damn ghost presses the bed!

It cursed fiercely in its heart, and the unspeakable pain almost made it go crazy, as if it was being crushed back and forth by a giant wheel of a road roller, the skin and flesh were crushed and the bones were crushed.

Ghost on the bed?roller?

What the hell is that! ?

It roared in its heart, feeling confused by the words that suddenly popped out of its head and unable to understand its meaning.

The severe pain caused this chaotic, sticky and hazy world to quickly collapse, and the illusory consciousness was gradually becoming clear.

Fortunately, the pain it suffered is gradually weakening, and it seems to have peaked when it first appeared, which gives it hope to endure.

Hiss... what the hell, this feeling of powerlessness like a lamb being slaughtered is terrible.

When the pain becomes bearable, it ponders the original question.

who am I?

It was as if he had woken up from an eternal sleep, but his mind was still so fuzzy that he didn't even know who he was.

Is it human?

Or plankton?

Or is it some kind of inorganic thing that has awakened its own consciousness?

Just when its simple mind was thinking in a limited way, something suddenly appeared in its mind, as if someone had stuffed it into its mind.

That is its lost memory.

Countless memory fragments connected with each other and then exploded, causing his consciousness to suffer another heavy blow.

It's like watching a slide show that lasts for more than ten years at tens of millions of times, and the timeline is messed up, as if you were in high school one second and went back to elementary school the next.

It was a terrible feeling, but at least he knew who he was supposed to be.

When Jing Qing opened his eyes and found that his vision was still dark, this situation made him feel extremely confused.

"Where am I?" Jing Qing whispered to himself, subconsciously groping around with his hands, and soon came to a conclusion that shocked him.

Through the touch of his limbs, Jing Qing quickly realized that he was locked in a small confined space, and according to his knowledge, there was only one possibility that fit the current situation.

"Am I being locked in a coffin?"

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, feeling that he was still asleep.

Could it be said that I am still in a dream?

Jing Qing thought in his mind, but quickly rejected his idea.

Because even if it is a lucid dream, there will be no such real pain, right?

But if this is not a dream, then what is going on... Wait!

It sounds like everything is fine, why do I lose my memory?

Jingqing tried to recall what happened, but he couldn't do it for a while because his memory was too confusing.

Although he knew his origin as a New Chinese named Jing Qing, the memory in his mind seemed to belong to someone else, and he couldn't figure out where the end was for a while.

"Am I being kidnapped?" Jing Qing easily came up with a shocking guess, but it was not because of the kidnapping itself, but because of the fact that he would be kidnapped.

Jingqing felt that this might be even more absurd than fucking time travel.

Some people may not understand it well, but kidnapping is not a rough job. A perfect kidnapping is inseparable from careful preparations such as checking out the target's life patterns in the early stages, and exploring the target's life patterns. After the kidnapping is successful, it also involves evacuation techniques and a perfect plan for subsequent ransom demands. .

Otherwise, in this era of pervasive cameras, the kidnappers would have to be raided by special police even before the kidnapper’s phone call was made.

And Jingqing has received the most rigorous professional training. Being able to follow him for a whole street without being discovered is beyond the reach of the FBI. Even if the Navy SEALs want to kidnap him without anyone noticing, it will be impossible. Absolutely impossible.

However, Jing Qing did not continue to dwell on this matter, because it was not helpful at all at the moment.

He could feel the vibrations from the coffin, which seemed to be during the transportation process, but with this strange frequency, it was as if it was being carried on the shoulders of six strong men.

Because he was absolutely passive, he could not remain silent no matter what. Only by getting more information could he decide what to do next.

For example, he can try to negotiate with the kidnappers outside. Anyway, the situation cannot be worse than now.

So Jingqing reached out and patted the top cover hard, and shouted tentatively: "Hello? Exuseme? Can anyone hear me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to him, the coffin shook violently, as if it had been dropped from a high place to the ground.

This turn of events caught Jing Qing by surprise. His head hit the roof hard, and then the reaction force shook him back down.

Jing Qing's already tired consciousness failed to hold on. He only felt that his eyes were black and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

But before he fainted completely, he vaguely heard the sound coming from outside the coffin.

"Hey! This is something I want to show to Master Liu Yu. Don't break it."

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not very proficient with the new manipulator, but don't worry too much, right? This thing is still intact even after being hit by 'Jidu'."

"..."

When Jing Qing woke up again, his eyes were still dark, which meant that he was still in the coffin.

"Oh shit."

Jing Qing covered his forehead and cursed, extremely dissatisfied with the performance of those 'porters', they were not professional at all!

But he also remembered the words he vaguely heard before he fell into coma, what the hell is Liuyu?Sounds like the leader of a cult.

Jingqing didn't know exactly how long he had been unconscious, but judging from the vibration of the coffin, he was still in a state of transportation, so it shouldn't have been long.

About 10 minutes later, Jing Qing felt the coffin shake slightly, and it must have been lowered.

At this moment, he heard the sound of conversation coming from outside again, this time the sound was much clearer.

"Who asked you to send this thing here? This is Taibusi, not an antiquities recycling market!"

That majestic voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, making Jing Qing's mind naturally conjure up the image of a petite but majestic girl.

"The general asked his subordinates to send it to you. He wanted you to see if you can open it."

The voice that answered belonged to a man, and he sounded very frightened.

The conversation outside fell into a temporary silence. After a while, the girl's unbearable voice came out.

"I am a fortune-teller, not someone who opens coffins and performs autopsy! Don't throw everything into the fortune-telling department. Move it away quickly."

Faced with this request, the owner of the other voice looked embarrassed.

"But the general..."

"Oh? Why, you can do what the general tells you, but you can't do what I tell you. Is what the general says more effective than what I tell you?"

Jing Qing was confused after hearing the conversation outside. It was all such nonsense. Could he have really traveled through time?

Although he couldn't get any effective information, he could draw some conclusions from the conversation, that is, the girl who was obviously the superior was full of irritability at the moment, as if she was having her menstrual period.

Faced with the critical question raised by his irritable boss, the subordinate's answer was so straightforward.

"Yes, yes, the general is the head of the Six Imperial Guards, so he is more effective than you."

"you......"

Just when Jingqing felt that Master Taibu should be angry, another voice suddenly intervened in the conversation.

"Lord Taibu, please calm down. This guy has been single for a long time and doesn't know how to talk. You must not get along with him."

The owner of this voice was obviously much more tactful. He first calmed his boss's emotions and then persuaded him gently.

"Of course the general knows that Mr. Taibu has many affairs, and under normal circumstances he would never bother Mr. Taibu.

But the ancient Xinghai coffin captured this time is not an ordinary thing. We followed the general's order and took it to visit the Sixth Division, but several other adults in the Sixth Imperial Guard were unable to do anything about it.

In the end, I have no choice but to come to Taibu Division to seek your help. After all, no one knows that only Master Taibu is the most knowledgeable and powerful one on the Luofu Immortal Boat. "

This person's methods were obviously much higher. With a set of words, Master Taibu finally reluctantly accepted the request.

The information in this conversation finally made Jing Qing realize something unusual. Immortal Boat and Luofu?

For Jing Qing, this is definitely a familiar word, and the only thing that can correspond to it in his memory is that world.

But at this time, he couldn't think about it because he encountered a worse situation.

Perhaps because the oxygen in the coffin was gradually becoming scarce, Jingqing felt that breathing became difficult.

Not caring about anything else, Jing Qing banged the top of the coffin hard while shouting for help. Because he could hear the sounds from the outside world, he thought his voice should also be transmitted to the outside.

If this is really the Immortal Boat Luofu in his memory, with the moral level of the Immortal Boat people, they will definitely not leave the living people in the coffins to die without saving them, right?

However, Jingqing's judgment was wrong. There was still a leisurely conversation outside, so he immediately stopped his meaningless actions to avoid consuming more oxygen. Otherwise, even if Fu Xuan could really open the coffin, Jingqing would Suffocate to death first.

"Speaking of which, has this been inspected?" Fu Xuan asked, standing in front of the coffin.

Two Yunqi accompanied them, the one on the right was silent, and the more talkative Yunqi on the left replied: "Please rest assured, Mr. Taibu, Tianbo Division has already done a comprehensive inspection. The ancient coffin is not in danger.”

"Maybe it's just that Tianbo Division failed to check it out?" Fu Xuan retorted softly.

The Yunqi suddenly looked ashamed and said with cupped hands: "Master Taibu is right, but please be extremely careful."

Fu Xuan looked at the dark ancient bronze coffin in front of him. There were complicated patterns on it, forming the pattern of a giant tree reaching into the sky.

Fu Xuan looked at it, suddenly felt something in his heart, and naturally knew its name.

'Fuso'.

The fortune teller 'looks at the omens and asks for mysteries, and he knows what's coming'.

As the head of the Taibo Division, Fu Xuan naturally has some special abilities, but this time she didn't know whether her knowledge of its name was also due to her abilities.

"Fuso..." Fu Xuan whispered to himself.

She had heard this word before, and it was recorded in the alliance database.

'There are buttresses on the Tang Valley, one saying "Fang Arrival" and the other "Fang De", both of which are contained in Wu. '

But this is an eternal myth, even before the fairy boat set sail.

At the beginning of civilization, when the ancient ancestors were still in the hazy stage of understanding the sea of ​​stars, they believed that stars and everything revolved around the earth, and Fuso was the name of the sacred tree where the sun resided.

Today, few people in the Immortal Boat Alliance still know these legends.

Fu Xuan was surprised by this discovery. Could it be that this ancient coffin is still related to that ancient civilization?

So she asked the two Yunqijun who were transporting the ancient coffin about her discovery.

The Yunqijun looked at Fu Xuan with reverence and said with emotion: "As expected of Master Fu Xuan, you can tell its origin at a glance."

"There is no need to say any more compliments." Fu Xuan shook his head and said angrily. She is not the kind of person who likes to be flattered.

The Yunqi didn't react, and his attitude was still extremely respectful.

"Yes, the general believes that this coffin is related to ancient civilization, and the Tianbo Division has confirmed that the error in the immortal boat's jump was probably caused by it, so the general hopes to find out the truth about this object."

"Is that why we want to open the coffin to find out what's going on? General Jingyuan isn't worried about what forbidden things are suppressed in this coffin?"

A playful smile appeared on Fu Xuan's face.

"I just remembered that this coffin may be related to punishment. The ancient civilization would seal the heinous criminals in a copper coffin and exile them to the sea of ​​​​stars, so that they would never be freed."

The gloomy and terrifying scene she described did not frighten the two Yunqi Xiaowei, who were accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves.

It was Yun Qi who was still more eloquent who answered.