Chapter 1108

but now the things presented before all of them had turned into another appearance.

Everything right now was basically exactly the same as what Zhang Lin had depicted before; there was no difference at all.

This showed the information Zhang Lin had conveyed to everyone through that one drawing.

And at this time, Zhang Lin nodded when he saw the scene depicted on the stone platform. Although everything was within his expectations, doing all this had to be done with extreme caution.

Everyone was still full of confusion about the mechanism triggered by the pouring of this liquid, because they really didn't understand what kind of mechanism could make the whole place undergo such changes.

They didn't even know how this coffin was formed—was it rising from the ground, or was the place they were currently in a small imaginary space, and then everything before them inexplicably disappeared and was replaced by a coffin?

Even though Zhang Lin had asked them to cast aside the concept of imaginary space before, they still couldn't help but think in that direction now, because everything before had already verified that all the functions here seemed to come from that imaginary space.

Only with the blessing of the imaginary space did the Ancient City of Jingjue have its current appearance, not to mention that they were still located above the Ghost Cave, and in the Ghost Cave, the imaginary space.

The overall change was a sign of disharmony. This disharmony might stem from the Queen of Jingjue's initial arrangement, or it might have been that after Wang Canghai arrived, he changed the overall imaginary space here.

But regardless of which point it was, everyone knew clearly that the process of this coffin rising was absolutely not as simple as Zhang Lin had said.

And according to their usual understanding of Zhang Lin, they knew that Zhang Lin would deliberately simplify problems, even in his words.

Some dangers were not fatal, or even understated, just giving one's spirit a kind of shock!

Especially for these viewers, so Zhang Lin would deliberately ignore these things, which could also be considered a simplification of his words in some aspects.

And in this simplification, he could let everyone hold a better sense of anticipation. Watching the liquid clearly flow down along the patterns bit by bit, someone at the Crescent Hotel suddenly thought of a question.

They hurriedly raised their hand and asked: "Mr. Zhang, according to the direction of this liquid, the final spreading range won't be particularly large, right?"

Zhang Lin smiled slightly. This person didn't ask a question, but just stated a conjecture. However, without him needing to ask anything, Zhang Lin guessed the intention he wanted to express.

And everyone was suspicious, not understanding what this person was talking about. What did he want to prove with such words? Did the size of the spreading area have anything to do with what they would experience later?

Everyone had such a question, which destined that their train of thought not only hadn't kept up with Zhang Lin, but even the person asking the question hadn't kept up.

The reason this person asked this question was still because he hadn't thought that the stone platform where this liquid was poured would take such a long time, and only now were the patterns emerging.

And there wasn't even a sign of change. But Zhang Lin didn't answer this question directly and immediately said: "If you have any questions, just ask directly."

This person nodded slowly and then said: "I wanted to say, if the spreading area is large enough, will it not only be the person who opens the coffin who will be cursed, but others will also be cursed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped. They hadn't thought of this point at all. At first, they only thought that the person who opened the coffin would be cursed accordingly.

And others would escape, not being affected. At least two of the five people could be preserved.

Moreover, when suffering from this kind of curse, one wouldn't die immediately; it was just planting a kind of chronic poison.

Under this premise, everyone instinctively didn't think much about this matter. In their view, as long as they followed Zhang Lin's guidance to find the Phoenix-Dan Bead later, that would be fine, and they would go to that corresponding location to break the curse, and then everything could end.

But this person had considered more than them. At this time, everyone also realized the fact that they had ignored this problem before.

It was indeed the case. Since it was a curse like a chronic poison, it proved that this thing was at least transmitted through the air.

Once it was transmitted to a person's body, then that person would be cursed accordingly. But how large was this spreading area?

Could others really avoid it? The "others" mentioned here actually only meant two people: Shen Qiong and Hu Bayi.

Now, being able to have one less person cursed was naturally a good thing; otherwise, Yang Lu's choice to draw lots might have been in vain. However, Zhang Lin never gave a clear answer from beginning to end.

It seemed to be a state of being forever unfathomable. However, this person still mustered the courage to ask this question.

Immediately, Zhang Lin nodded and said: "The concept you understand is correct. As long as there is a corresponding curse, then when it spreads, it will affect some people. However, as long as you stay far enough away, and during the process after opening the coffin, don't touch the corpse of the Queen of Jingjue."

"They will not be cursed accordingly!"

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, Shen Qiong and Hu Bayi of the Second Archaeological Team looked at each other, their expressions extremely serious.

If they couldn't even touch the coffin, or if they couldn't watch at close range after the tomb of the Queen of Jingjue itself was opened, it seemed their profession would become an empty talk.

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