FreeNovel"I brought every piece of the coffin back. These are our best engineers. They are confident that they can put the coffin back together again." Peter Pan reached out and touched a piece of the coffin. He shook his head. "It's pointless." He sighed as his palm brushed against the wooden plank of the coffin.
Coffins like his had been carved from a single thousand-year-old tree. Even if they could find a thousand-year-old tree, craftsmen who could build such a coffin didn't exist anymore. Something that had been broken and put back together would never be as good as something that had never been broken in the first place.
"You can't fix it even if you put it back together again. It's pointless. Forget it." He pulled his hand back reluctantly. There was nothing he could do about this.
"That scoundrel. He's trying to forceinto a corner," scoffed Peter Pan before sighing. "He's as wily as he used to be. What a fox! He's got no scruples at all." Jiang Ning waved his hand and sent the engineers away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's so special about this coffin?" The black coffin before him did have an air about it that made it dissimilar to other coffins. You could tell that it had withstood the ravages of time. Yet, it continued to exude an aura of surety. With its lid upon it, the coffin resembled a separate space that was divorced from the rest of the world.
"This is a Longevity Coffin," said Peter Pan. "You can add many years to your lifespan if you sleep inside this coffin. A corpse will not rot for a thousand years if it's placed in this coffin." Jiang Ning's pupils contracted. That sounded incredible.
"It's carved from a thousand-year-old tree. Those are rare finds. None exist now," sighed Peter Pan. "That scoundrel. How could he bear to destroy the coffin? He's trying to driveinto a corner. I'm going to kill him!" The murderous note to his voice was coupled with a calmness that was absent in his earlier outburst of mad rage.
Peter Pan appeared more clearheaded. He had probably regained most of his memories. Jiang Ning didn't ask though.
Jiang Ning had little clue as to where those coffins and their occupants had cfrom. But he knew that all of this had something to do with the ExtrFist Technique Manual.
He also had no idea what Mr Lang truly wanted.
"I know you have many questions. I can't remember much but I'll tell you what I know." Peter Pan turned and eyed Jiang Ning. "You look like a decent guy." "I just want to know what Mr Lang's intentions are." "He wants to sav someone," said Peter Pan.
Save someone? If that were indeed the case, then his intentions were good.
"But he's willing to kill other people to save that person. He'll kill anyone who stands in his way of saving that one person. It doesn't matter if they're his family, his friends or innocent bystanders. He'll kiel.ne all Jiang Ning's pupils shrank. What a ruthless man! That was the epitof selfishness! "He has no scruples. There are no lengths that he will not go to. You should count yourself blessed if you are the objection of his affections. But if you're not, then you shouldn't be surprised if he kills you.
"Which era are you from?" Jiang Ning finally asked after staring at Peter Pan for stime.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe could tell that Peter Pan and Mr Lang didn't belong to the present. The coffin was proof. One could live for a very, very long tif one slept in that coffin.
Peter Pan had called a sixty-year-old man a kid. It was obvious that he wasn't very young himself.
"Which era?" Peter Pan lifted his face skyward, his eyes looking left then right, then left again, before he smacked himself on the head. "I can't remember anymore." He shook his head. "It's all that scoundrel's fault. He injuredand nearly gotkilled. I can't remember most things. All I
remember is that I have to kill him. All I remember is that we had plenty of martial artists during our time. The world was filled with grandmasters and advanced grandmasters. Of course, only a few of us managed to advance so far in our martial arts." S~Earch the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"Where are they now?" asked Jiang Ning again.
"Where are they now?" Like a broken tape recorder, Peter Pan repeated Jiang Ning's words continuously. "Where are they now? Where are they now? Where are they now? You're right. Where are they now?" X
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