Chapter 1050: The Soft, Squishy Texture! Is This the Kunlun Divine Wood?

From a rather superstitious perspective, the ghost cave carries souls, and this so-called state of the soul is precisely the nourishment that the Corpse Fragrance Devil's Snare absorbs.

That is how it can transform into a tangible phantom — this is also the guardian posture of the Juewei Queen's coffin.

Zhang Lin didn't want to say it, but this matter was simply too hard to comprehend; some people, even neglecting the live broadcast progress of the second archaeological team at this moment, couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Zhang, could you tell us specifically what exactly is going on here? These things are simply too bizarre."

This person had spoken the minds of everyone; at this moment they were all thinking the same thing, otherwise there wouldn't have been such frenzied discussion in the barrage earlier.

Zhang Lin was absolutely determined not to speak of this matter; no matter how much they asked, the answer would be the same.

Then they only heard Zhang Lin say leisurely, "Watch the broadcast. The coffin lid is about to be opened."

In fact, everyone knew that Zhang Lin was only deliberately changing the subject at this moment, but they had no way to do anything about it, no matter how much they wanted to know the outcome of this matter, and the specific way the masked black shadow had formed.

At this moment they also couldn't ask endlessly, because as long as it was something Zhang Lin didn't want to say, no one could pry it out of him.

If they persisted in asking again, disrupting Zhang Lin's rhythm, or causing the whole matter to veer into a very large deviation, then Zhang Lin would very likely just step down and leave the scene.

He wouldn't consider anyone; this kind of thing was sometimes just like that.

Zhang Lin held absolute initiative, and even setting that aside, merely their respect and admiration for Zhang Lin would not allow them to choose to interrogate him to the very end.

Many people were comforting themselves — Zhang Lin must have his reasons for not saying it; it had been the same before.

And in this way, Zhang Lin also made it clear to everyone that knowing some things would do them no good; perhaps the less they knew, the safer they would be.

And as for the things that could come out of his mouth, he naturally wouldn't be stingy with them at all.

But since he wouldn't say it, then whether it was those in the barrage or those sitting in the New Moon Restaurant listening to the storytelling, it was best not to ask any more.

At this moment, this was the final answer Zhang Lin had given.

Regarding this black shadow, all the answers gathered beneath the golden mask were laid out within it.

And this clear answer also made it clear to everyone that from then on they only needed to quietly watch the coffin lid being opened.

The next moment, everyone's attention once again turned to the live broadcast screen — Young Master Zhao was about to approach that coffin.

Setting aside whether the people behind could be dealt with, or whether that fake Yang Lu Silk could be completely erased.

All of this seemed important, but compared with these things, what the coffin carried seemed even more important.

After all, coming here was for this very matter; everyone's attention was fixed dead on the coffin, yet in their hearts they still had no certainty.

That was whether Young Master Zhao would really push open this coffin; at this moment many people had already told themselves in their hearts that if Young Master Zhao could push it open, it would absolutely be a miracle.

If not for Zhang Lin's earlier light and breezy smile, they wouldn't even have harbored this kind of mindset that a miracle might arrive.

Zhang Lin's smile gave them encouragement, and within that smile, they also eagerly hoped that Young Master Zhao could accomplish something he certainly couldn't do ordinarily.

Everyone was silently praying in their hearts, including those who had once cursed Young Master Zhao like mad.

At this moment they were all secretly swearing in their hearts; some even typed their words into the barrage.

【Young Master Zhao, as long as you can push open the coffin this time, you're washed clean.】

【Exactly, as long as you can turn the tide this time, I won't scold you anymore.】

【What he's doing isn't called turning the tide; more accurately, it's atoning for his crimes with merit.】

【Doesn't matter what it is, as long as he can do it, it's fine.】

Everyone held this same mindset, yet because of the critical situation they all forgot a particularly important matter — the three copper badges that the second archaeological team had taken from the tomb-guarding beast.

Zhang Lin said these were the keys to opening the final mechanism, yet they had been overlooked by everyone.

And at this very moment, Young Master Zhao had finally arrived before the coffin; without hesitation, he reached out to pry at the coffin lid.

The instant his hand touched the lid, Young Master Zhao suddenly froze.

He looked at his own hands with some disbelief; the moment he touched the Kunlun Divine Wood, he sensed an unusual change.