Chen Qinghan’s idea is correct, but we lack key information and do not know how the blood coffin will create an entity for ourselves.

It is definitely not enough to piece together, and it is not enough to revive the soul by borrowing a corpse. It is similar to manipulating a puppet.

I think the most likely way is to be like Tang Normal, to give birth to himself and become a new person.

Anyway, I don’t believe it has the ability of Nuwa, and can use mud to pinch a new body for myself.

The head of the sect agrees with my guess. Since losing the goal of the blood coffin, the field office has been pulled by the head of the sect to hold a voice conference.

We were looking and chatting. Tianyantong listened to us chatting, but he didn't say anything, and his attention was focused on smelling the smell.

It was late at night, and the people who were enjoying the cold in the community had already gone home to rest. I asked how Tianyandao was like and whether the blood coffin was hidden in the residential building?

Tianyan stretched out his neck, smelled it everywhere, and waved his hand and said, "No, flower bed."

He directed Chen Qinghan and I to ride into the community. We came to the middle of the two buildings at the innermost part of the community. From the air, these two buildings were in a regular L-shaped shape and the other was inverted vertical L-shaped shape, which just formed a rectangular space with exits at both ends.

There is a flower bed in the middle of the two floors, and there is a sycamore tree in the middle of the flower bed. The tree is not young anymore, and the scattered branches and leaves almost cover the space above the flower bed. As soon as you enter the yard, you enter its "sphere of influence".

There are benches under the tree, and there are shallots and cabbages in the flower beds. Tianyantong stood up from the wheelchair and reached out to touch the void ahead. This may be the subconscious action of the person whose eyes cannot see.

"Where?" I asked softly.

Chen Qinghan took a hand, grabbed Tianyantong's arm, and led him to the edge of the flower bed.

"Here." Tianyantong took a deep breath, as if he was smelling the fragrance of flowers. His index finger stretched forward, and the position he pointed at was the trunk of the sycamore tree.

He just pointed out the location, and he didn't need to get close to danger. Chen Qinghan protected him and waited outside the flower bed with him. I stepped up two steps and slowly walked to the trunk of the tree, and suddenly I heard a sound.

The voice was low and honest. Although it was a sound from thought, it was like a substantial sound, complaining about who had squeezed its "home".

I knocked on the trunk with my knuckles, got close to it, and asked in a low voice: "Is anyone at home?"

Some residents who were returning late entered the yard. Chen Qinghan hurriedly held Tianyantong back into the wheelchair. I held the tree trunk and looked up, while watching, muttering quietly: "Where are the cicadas?"

If I didn't say anything, my behavior would be too weird. I held the big tree facing the wall in the middle of the night, and I was not a drunkard who was convenient everywhere.

"It's too dark and I can't see it." Chen Qinghan cooperated with me.

When the passing residents entered the building, I continued to knock on the tree trunk and tried to "communicate" with the voice.

The voice spoke to me and immediately asked me for help excitedly, hoping that I would drive away the thief who broke into it.

I pretended to touch the tree and secretly asked where its house was. Is it in the tree?

It said that under the tree, under the flower bed, if it is under the flower bed, it is difficult for us to take action for a while, and we will overturn the soil in other people's communities in the middle of the night, there must be a reasonable explanation, right?

"Leader, the sky eye will determine the goal under the tree, let's do it." I said quietly to the communicator.

The head of the sect asked us to wait, and he immediately arranged that a construction vehicle would soon enter the community and surrounded the area near the flower bed under the guise of pipeline repair.

The movement caused very little movement, basically the sound of shovel digging, and no one could hear the sound of people talking.

Tools such as electric drills are useless. The car you drive is turned off when the car arrives, and the headlights are all turned off.

If they don’t need us to dig in person, I whispered to ask about Tianyanzhi next to me. Has the blood coffin still been running out of such a struggle?

The Heavenly Eyes said there was no, it was still there.

The voice under the tree was still shouting, "Come, come quickly." The construction colleague dug a two-meter-deep pit in the flower bed, then dig horizontally, dig under the tree, and pull out a box from a messy root.

The sound came from this box. The colleagues in the excavation team wrapped it with an isolation cloth first, then put it in the isolation box, and then put it in the isolation vehicle.

Tianyantong is sure that the blood coffin is in the box, so colleagues strictly guard against it and isolate it heavily.

I didn't tell them that there were other living creatures in the box. In order to conceal my specialness, I only said that I had the ability to control beasts and could understand some animal words. I didn't say that I could communicate with other creatures with my thoughts from afar.

If there is a creature in the box that is difficult to explain, I am causing trouble for myself, so it is better not to talk nonsense.

Anyway, everyone thinks that the reason for digging a tree is that Tianyantong finds the blood coffin hidden underneath.

The boxes dug out from under the tree were transported to another secret location and could not be sent back to our unit headquarters.

The colleagues of the construction team immediately backfilled the pit and replanted the removed flowers. Not to mention whether they could live, at least they looked back to their original state now.

In the second half of the night, no one came out to move in the community, so a group of us evacuated in batches to avoid causing too much noise and alarming the residents of the community.

I, Chen Qinghan, Tianyantong, and the carriage escorting the blood coffin, and the head ordered us not to leave the box two meters away.

So Chen Qinghan and I stayed in the truck box with the box, and Tianyantong and the driver were sitting in the cab.

Because the car box has been installed with an isolation layer, the actual space is not very large. Chen Qinghan sat near the front of the car, and the box was in the middle, and I sat near the door.

This basically fills up the space and can't accommodate a third person before sitting in.

There was no light in the car box, so I turned on a mini flashlight to illuminate the box, took out a handkerchief, and wiped off the surface of the soil bit by bit.

"Hey, this box is pretty and has paintings on it." I continued to wipe it, thinking that this box might be an antique, and I don't know how much it is worth.

"This is Duobaoge." Chen Qinghan grabbed my hand, "When I go back and ask the people from the appraisal department to clean it up, there may be text on the surface of the box, which is easy to damage."

"What is Duobaoge? Hiss, don't explain! I know, it's a treasure, alas~ I missed another 100 million." I shook my handkerchief and wiped tears that didn't exist in the corners of my eyes.

"Maybe it's empty." Chen Qinghan comforted.

"I'm just hope." I hurriedly stopped and secretly communicated with the living creature in the box, asking it if it knew what it was.

The living creature called me a fool, how could it not know what it was?

I asked it, then what are you?

It asked me if I had heard the story of "Frog in the Well".

I said, 'Oh, you're a frog', and he called me stupid again, saying that this was just a metaphor.

I have always only heard the "thoughts" of lower creatures. This idiom-speaking creature has obvious IQ, so I can communicate with it!

It cried twice, saying with grievance that its life was miserable. The frog in the well lived in a waste well, but it was locked in this box.

Originally, the 'house' was small, but now it suddenly broke into the thief and occupied most of its space. It felt oppressed, and was extremely depressed, so sad that it wanted to vomit...

‘Don’t vomit, we have to open the box later, we have to be hygienic and civilized, do you know? I secretly blame it.

Maybe it was really sad. No matter what I asked it, it would no longer answer. All I could "hear" was whine.

My communicator is turned on and other colleagues can hear my words, so I sent a text message to Chen Qinghan and told him that there is a "frog" who only speaks idioms in the box. I don't feel any danger at the moment and I'm quite crying.

Chen Qinghan replied that he knew, and then asked me if I had been to the secret base.

When he was not in the capital, we had limited time to communicate, and we would pick up important things every day to talk about it and would not chat in detail.

There were many things during this period that he didn't know, so I didn't give him a 'makeup lesson'.

"I haven't been there, so why are you doing that?" I know that the unit has many secret office locations, and there are three caves in the cunning rabbit. This huge secret institution requires thirty caves to be enough to arrange the surface.

"It is difficult to store some large items in the city." Chen Qinghan explained.

"For example, big ships, big planes, big trains?" I asked.

"Yes." Chen Qinghan nodded: "Ghost ship, Mad Python flight, Snow Country train..."

"Are you talking about a cinema or a film and television city!"

Every time Chen Qinghan teased me, he was so happy, but he was smiling the previous second, but the next second he was serious and said seriously: "It's true."

"He didn't lie to you." The head of the sect's voice rang in his headphones, "The name changes a little, but that's what it means."

What does that mean? A means of transportation that has all kinds of strange events?

Chen Qinghan nodded, "Sometimes, when ships from the same company have to be taken back one after another."

That takes up a lot of space. There is not such a large space to install them in the city. It turns out that cars and large wardrobes stored in the unit's warehouse are all small items.

The truck arrived at the secret warehouse outside the city. There was a segregation room built by the head of the sect, which was built in a separate room on the bottom floor of the warehouse.

We were fine when we were on the negative floor, but when we were on the negative floor, I felt uncomfortable.

When I arrived at the third floor of the minus, I was stunned when I got off the elevator. There was a building here!

An ancient style three-story wooden building, red columns and green railings, the color is quite bright.

I wanted to ask Chen Qinghan what the story is in this building, but considering that we were performing tasks and were not suitable for chatting, I resisted not asking.

The one who escorted the boxes was our car, but there were several teams of colleagues who came to escort the boxes, and Gu Qingcheng and others were one of them.

Several teams surrounded the box and escorted it to the isolation room. The head of the sect sent me to hold the box because I was not affected by the blood coffin.

From the third floor to the bottom, there is no elevator for employees to take, only freight elevators for transporting goods, but there are no large items and the freight elevator is not open. The boxes we transported are too small, so we can only go down the stairs. If we take the stairs, we have to pass the three-story wooden building.

Yes...ah...ah~

When I passed by the building, I suddenly heard a string of sad and desolate singing, and at the same time, the box in my arms was like corn beans entering a hot pot, almost jumping out of my hand.

Ahhhh—Help!

The first thing I heard was the "sound" of the frog in the box. I didn't know what stimulation was caused by the blood coffin, so I started to thrive inside.

Chen Qinghan took a step closer and reached out to help me press the box. I asked him, "Did you hear it?"

He said: "What?"

I said to Mulou and said, "Someone is singing an opera."

Everyone else looked at me in shock. Chen Qinghan's expression was very calm, and he rushed to others to explain: "It's impossible. That building was performed for the dead, and it must be the sound of the blood coffin."
To be continued...