Fortunately, Honglian thought about it and even thought about a coffin board. Qin Mu felt embarrassed and didn't touch the coffin board, and he picked and selected Honglian's pile of things that were moved out of the boat.

Honglian, who had been watching, was furious. She walked over and held Qin Mu's ear in one hand, raised it from the pile of things, threw it to the edge of the coffin board, and said in a pity: "I think you have been with Chonghua for a long time, and you haven't learned some petty spirit. This lightning strike wood is the best among wood, and it's worth tens of thousands of yuan, but you have thought about a pile of rags. It's a waste of natural resources and waste this great opportunity in vain!"

Among the five disadvantages and three shortcomings of Chonghua, what is lacking is money. No matter how rich the old man gets, he can get poor overnight. Life is always tight. In Qin Mu's memory, the old man has never been rich, which leads to him being very similar to Chonghua in some aspects.

Qin Mu saw little good things, so naturally he never heard of what lightning strikes wood, or he just forgot after hearing it. Anyway, Chonghua's life would not allow him to have too many valuable things, so Qin Mu naturally didn't care about it.

However, Qin Mu, who was still touching the pile of "treasures", asked Honglian to suck his ears with one claw and tightly grasped him. The feeling was so uncomfortable. Rubbing his swollen ears, Qin Mu looked humbly and said, "What is lightning strike wood?"

"Have you heard of it?" Honglian sneered: "I don't know that Chonghua's wealth fan wouldn't even tell you this."

Three black lines were drawn across Qin Mu's forehead. The old man Chonghua was indeed confused and often looked forward to the future with Qin Mu. He often nagged Qin Mu about all kinds of rare treasures... but because there was no real thing, and Qin Mu himself was not concerned about it. Most of them forget it after listening to it and had no memories.

Honglian paused, looked at Qin Mu's thoughtful look, and couldn't help but remind him: "How many of the three ancient divine trees do you know?"

Qin Mu flashed with a flash of spirit and said quickly: "Ancient lotus wood, phoenix wood, and...thunder-striking wood?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment. When he finished speaking of the phoenix wood, the lightning light appeared, and three extremely familiar words appeared in front of Qin Mu. At this time, he squatted down and touched the coffin board on the ground, looking shocked.

When Honglian reminded me, the description of the lightning-striking wood appeared in my mind. The three ancient divine trees were extremely rare in ancient times, and in the history of human beings with written records, it seemed that there was only one left in each.

Lightning wood blooms every three thousand years and bears every three thousand years. One hundred years grows every one inch and can withstand all lightning attacks. Use lightning as fertilizer. The more times you are hit by lightning and lightning, the longer the time, the more vibrant and fatter the trees will be. Lightning wood is named after this.

All ancient sacred trees have a common feature, which is that they can survive by simply inserting them on the ground without fertilizing and watering them. In ancient times, people blindly worshipped the things that could live for a long time. The turtles that were turtles that were 80,000 years old, and the legendary things are immortal, or old monsters with long lifespans. These things are fiercely worshipped by people because they have existed for a long time.

The lightning wood in front of me was the coffin lid for the female corpse. Compared with the coffin with gorgeous carving, the lid felt like a piece picked up from the roadside. It was cut so freely, and the surroundings seemed to be slowly run-in. It was a bit oily and yellow, but it was still not very flat. Even the entire coffin lid was not at the same level, both high and low.

The color of the lightning wood appeared in an ink color, and the lines were not visible clearly, and it looked very cold to touch with your hands. What surprised Qin Mu the most was that it seemed to be a whole piece of lightning wood. You must know that the lightning wood grew very slowly, only one inch in a hundred years. How many years did such a large and thick lightning wood grow? It is estimated that only the person who made the coffin knows.

"Such a big deal." Qin Mu also understood the value of the coffin lid in front of him, swallowed his saliva and said, "Are the people who do this thing crazy?"

"Of course not crazy." Honglian said lightly: "Didn't you see that the coffin lid and the coffin body are not the same as the coffin body."

In fact, Qin Mu had this feeling for a long time, but he had never said it.

Seeing that Qin Mu didn't say anything, Honglian touched the Yin-Yang Cauldron all the time, which was exactly the same as Qin Mu helped Xiaobai Shunmao. After looking at the confused face of Qin Daguan Ren, he said: "A corpse king, she can evolve to this day, and she must have suffered a lot of disasters, especially in the Heavenly Dao, who likes to use lightning every time he drops the punishment... And this coffin has such luxurious and beautiful body, but the lid has not reached the level, and it is even completely inconsistent with the things below. It is obvious that this thing was used by the corpse king to resist the thunder catastrophe."

"So so many thunder talismans I had just now didn't work for her, right?" Qin Mu nodded and continued, grabbed the lightning strike wood, and weighed it. This thing was really heavy.

"It would be strange if something a hundred years old is not heavy." Honglian seemed to see what Qin Mu was thinking and said leisurely.

When Qin Mu hummed and moved the lightning-striking wood to the shore, he looked at the devastation behind him and sighed slightly. He was about to sing a witch song, but was interrupted by a hand that Honglian stretched out.

"Don't waste your spiritual power, you can't save them." Honglian said lightly: "They were injured by the pressure of the corpse king. This injury spreads very quickly. Although it only hurts the waist at the beginning, now, can you be sure that their injury is only on the waist?"

Perhaps Hong Lian was right. After all, this guy has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and is quite familiar with these things. However, just as he saw the person in front of him die, Qin Mu couldn't accept it. He shook his head and sang the witch song of recovery. A faint white light floated from his body, scattering out like a ray, and was shrouded in all directions. Everyone was covered with a faint white light.

Under the cover of this faint white light, all the people who were cut in half began to recover slowly. First, their complexion returned to a little rosy, and then they could see the cut off part of the waist with their naked eyes, rushing to grow some small granulations. These granulations grew rapidly and formed pink muscles, as if they wanted to create a lower body alive.

Qin Mu's joy has not yet been shown. However, after these growing small granules were filled with a piece of muscle in their waist, they seemed to be burned, and all turned black without warning, as if they were burned by something, and the air also emitted a burnt smell.

In the place where the pink granulation was sprouted, all the growth had stopped, and those whose faces gradually returned to rosy became dim again and were in danger.

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Chapter completed!