Chapter 631

They were all in their teens and twenties, choosing to try their luck.

A minute had already passed, and the scene they still saw was Wang Wang Kaixuan holding a military shovel, prying at the crack while turning in circles nonstop.

【Hmm... his stamina isn't bad, though; there's still no sweat on his forehead.】

【Come on, tell me if you can actually do it or not? If you can't, I'll fly a plane over there to help you out.】

【I think you're the one who's useless at everything, but first place at bragging—and fly a plane, my ass!】

【Watching this is making me so anxious. At this rate, forget ten minutes—give him half an hour and he still might not be able to open it.】

Most of the people in the livestream had heard what Yang Lu had just said.

They also knew what she truly wanted, so everyone was hoping that the moment Zhang Lin once again walked into the Crescent Moon Restaurant and struck that eye-catching note, the lid of this coffin would happen to be opened.

Then they could smoothly see the seventh mural, and the answer would naturally be revealed.

But thinking is one thing—wishes are always beautiful, yet reality leaves people very little room.

They also knew that, judging by Wang Wang Kaixuan's current state, even if Zhang Lin extended the time again, he probably wouldn't be able to open the coffin lid in a short period.

That would also mean that what they were looking forward to was destined not to happen, and as for what Zhang Lin would say during that blank time, it wasn't something they could control.

It definitely wouldn't fall flat, but if Zhang Lin continued talking about the previous story, then according to his usual habit, he wouldn't stop easily.

A story needs to have continuity, and this is exactly what Yang Lu was worried about.

Giving Wang Wang Kaixuan ten minutes was precisely because she knew Zhang Lin should also have the intention of explaining the seventh mural.

After all, the hype had already been pushed to that level—but the premise was seeing the seventh mural.

In the five or six minutes after Zhang Lin took the stage, he still had a chance to say some casual remarks, including specifically emphasizing the earlier matters again.

But if it went beyond this time frame, then everything might change.

Time passed second by second; at this moment, there were less than four minutes left before Zhang Lin took the stage.

And at this moment, they finally didn't have to watch Wang Wang Kaixuan turning in circles, because he had stopped.

He let out a sigh of relief, then said: "Captain Yang, I need a grip point, otherwise I can't leverage my strength."

Yang Lu was slightly stunned, then asked: "You mean the crack in this coffin basically has no more adhesive force now, right?"

Wang Wang Kaixuan bared his teeth, held up his military shovel, shook it, and said: "Captain Yang, don't underestimate my military shovel—take a look at this notch."

Yang Lu shone the flashlight over, and only then saw a notch that she didn't know whether Wang Wang Kaixuan had just made or whether it had been there originally.

One end of the military shovel had a small notch, and by now this notch already showed a large number of scratches, even showing signs of thinning out.

Yang Lu immediately realized that what Wang Wang Kaixuan had just done looked very simple, but it still required some technique, more or less.

He used a little bit of a seeping method to send that curved tip into the crack of the coffin; the reason he had turned so many circles was to keep going deeper, just like an electric saw.

After figuring all this out, Yang Lu nodded without the slightest hesitation.

She directly took out her own Hundred-Claw Hook, which was also one of the Mountain-Mover's inheritances.

But compared to the Vajra Umbrella, this thing was relatively ordinary—it was entirely a tool used for climbing, with no special moves.

Yang Lu took out four Hundred-Claw Hooks and pressed them directly onto the two corners of the coffin.

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