In the center of the room, there was a magical artifact with a bizarre design.
It looked like so kind of everlasting lamp, but at the sa ti, it didn't seem quite possible.
The artifact was divided into two parts: the bottom was a heavy base engraved with wave patterns.
Floating in the middle, connected above the base, was a box with a peculiar appearance.
The box had an irregular shape, covered by a layer of rust-like substance, obscuring its true image.
From a distance, it looked akin to a oddly-shaped reef. This 'reef' had two 'damages': one at the very front and another towards the middle and rear.
There was a small, exquisite slot at the rear damage, seeming to be for inserting sothing.
And at the front damage, a small black tiger profound pattern was revealed.
The old man Marquis Qiang, leaning on a cane, circled the artifact, putting on a sowhat theatrical pose.
"Hero, hero, it's this thing. I, an old man with limited learning, don't know what this is. Please take a look and tell what this thing is. If only we activate it, can we leave here."
An NPC with a relentless task deanor, poor acting skills, and not as professional as the employees in Zhang Ze's own Thousand chanism Pavilion underground city.
Pathetic.
Zhang Ze didn't respond, instead controlling his golden core muscular man to step forward and pat the bumper of the artifact.
On the ridiculous face of the golden core muscular man, a miraculous expression appeared, known as a feeling of frustration.
Zhang Ze didn't consider himself a learned person, yet even though the object was rusted, he instantly recognized what it was.
This was a Thomas train.
Yes, the kind you can rock with a coin.
Zhang Ze stroked the coin slot of the train, looking at the gentle yet eerie smiling face beneath the rust, feeling unexpectedly amused.
Even if he thought with his backside, he could guess this thing was surely related to him.
But, why would this thing appear here?
Zhang Ze's golden core muscular man's hands were mischievously touching the black tiger profound pattern on the side of the train's front.
This pattern was quite familiar too.
Where had he seen it before?
"Let think." Zhang Ze curtly said to Marquis Qiang.
Zhang Ze stood in the corner, under the shadowy depths of the black autumn coat, beginning to think.
re monts later, he recalled the origin of the black tiger profound pattern.
His coffin.
This ti, traveling with his junior sister, their first stop was to visit his birthplace, situated near the ancestral master's tomb on Dragon Tiger Mountain — the gutter cave.
Besides blowing up a final cockroach nest and chaos ensuing with twin-tailed maidens being drawn to the ancestral master's tomb on Dragon Tiger Mountain, their northern territory quest was almost perfect.
Zhang Ze found two coffins, one had held him, the other held the initial equipnt he had completely forgotten.
He also found the corpse of the little monk who had been crushed to death under his coffin in a past life.
The black tiger profound pattern was imprinted on the coffin lids of his two coffins.
The pattern's design matched the anti-counterfeiting stamp on the train's body perfectly.
At that ti, Zhang Ze hadn't paid attention to that pattern.
After all, patterns on coffins mostly aid for good luck, any auspicious image they painted on them would suffice.
In Zhang Ze's eyes, the black tiger profound pattern was almost equivalent to the peony embroidery on curtains.
Only Li consistently paid attention to it, constantly drone on about it.
Li even took an ink print image of the pattern to inquire after Taoist and they arrived in Dragon Beard City.
Of course, he learned nothing, as Taoist didn't recognize it.
Zhang Ze, holding his chin, thought this ti Li might have guessed right, the black tiger profound pattern indeed wasn't simple.
But for safety's sake, Zhang Ze decided to cross-check again.
He sneakily withdrew his hand from the sleeve of the black autumn shirt, squeezed his entire head inside, and finally reached down.
Hanging on Zhang Ze's chest, Miemie saw Zhang Ze's movents and suddenly thought of sothing perverse, starting to struggle violently.
"Shh, hold still! I wasn't thinking about what you think I was, I'm reaching for the Hundred Treasures Bag." Zhang Ze whispered through sound transmission.
The Hundred Treasures Bag was aptly nad, anything Zhang Ze deed a treasure could be stored in it.
For instance, the leftover mooncakes made by junior sister last year, stored in a corner of the Hundred Treasures Bag, piled together with Thousand chanism Thunder teor hamrs and other throwing weapons.
If mooncakes count as treasures, naturally coffins do too.
Zhang Ze exerted force and retrieved his coffin lid from beneath, pulling it out along with his hand.
With the appearance of the coffin lid, the autumn coat, known as the Night Demon Emperor Armor lining, stretched to its limit.
If visibility was restored, Zhang Ze's current appearance would be a dark, profound swallow kite.
"Are you insane? What if we're discovered?" Miemie asked in shock.
"No need to worry, trust in the power of the autumn shirt, as the saying goes, limitless elasticity, visible quality. Give an autumn shirt, and I can store the whole world in it."
"Besides, rest assured, I've tested this thing; wearing one together doesn't affect its powers during intense activity. We won't get discovered."
Miemie, "?!"
Miemie had a feeling she might have heard sothing unclean.
Zhang Ze wasn't concerned about Miemie's expression; he comforted her while comparing the two black tiger profound patterns.
After careful examination, Zhang Ze found they were almost identical except for size.
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