Chapter 738

The first goal of Fatty and the other two was to see what was going on with that dried corpse; his identity determined whether this trip could be successful.

This great hall didn't seem to have any intention of leading to the next place, which meant that whether they could find things depended entirely on whether there were any discoveries here.

Holding this mentality, Fatty's heart was full of expectation.

But not everyone followed them up. The little girl at the end and two cowardly ones did not choose to step onto the stairs; they stayed quietly behind.

At this moment, even if they were despised by everyone, they thought they would just accept it.

It wasn't because they feared the dried corpse, but because they feared the traps that might be waiting.

They knew very well that the three of them—Wu Tianzhen and the others—might not be afraid of any traps, especially the Celestial Master, whose skills were far beyond normal people.

But they were different; after all, they hadn't transcended the category of normal people. Even if a sleeve arrow were shot, they wouldn't be able to dodge it if it were aimed at their bodies.

Wu Tianzhen didn't care about this; everyone has the right to choose.

Being able to follow to this point meant they had experienced dangers; they were just scared by previous events.

So it was more or less understandable.

Although Wu Tianzhen and Fatty could understand, this didn't mean the audience watching the live stream could.

The barrage of comments attacked these few people with words without hesitation.

【Too cowardly, choosing archaeology and getting scared like this, shameful!!!】

【I don't have the face to speak for them anymore. Now that people are leading the way, they still don't dare to go up.】

【Sigh... it's indeed a bit much, maybe they were scared out of their wits too.】

No one cared what was said in the barrage; everyone was focused on the display on the sand table.

If the Cloud Top Heaven Palace really looked like this, how much engineering would it require?

This question lingered in everyone's mind, and the members of the first archaeological team were also clicking their tongues in wonder as they looked at these models.

Above the Crescent Hotel, someone asked: "Mr. Zhang, who exactly is the identity of this dried corpse? Is it Wang Canghai?"

Zhang Lin nodded without hesitation and said: "Of course."

In fact, upon seeing these remains, everyone already had such an answer in their hearts.

With such a luxurious scene, who else could it be but Wang Canghai?

After all, this laboratory itself was his, which means it was his tomb; there is nothing strange about burying himself here.

So Zhang Lin's answer confirmed the speculation they had in their hearts.

But what followed was another kind of curiosity. Previously, whether it was the first or second archaeological team, they had opened various coffins.

Including the tomb of the Prince of Gumo and that twelve-handed female corpse, but these people had one thing in common: they were at least buried in coffins, with outer and inner caskets, which is not strange.

But why did Wang Canghai use this method to listen?

Regarding these questions, Zhang Lin slowly opened his mouth and said: "Have you heard of 'sitting into a golden body'? Wang Canghai's remains mean exactly that."