I squinted at it as I wondered what it was. The boat was located just above the coffin bed, but I couldn’t tell if there was anything on it. “Could the gold and silver treasure be on top? This thing must be related to the main coffin if it’s hanging right above it. But still, I don’t get it.” Fatty touched his chin. “Why don’t I go up and have a look?”
I bit my lip and said, “Fatty, you’re quite sharp. We may really have to go up there, but it’s not for treasure. Remember, there was a giant upside-down bell above the coffin in Yang Daguang’s ancestral tomb. If the coffin was here, then it would be facing this human skin boat.”
“If the owner of the coffin was listening to thunder and wanted to get any information from it, then this boat…” Fatty smirked. “When you see what’s in this boat, you’ll know who—or what—he was trying to communicate with. But…” Fatty scratched his head. “This ship is hanging in the air, so is it a spaceship?”
The Heavenly Palace had also been hanging in the air and I couldn’t help thinking that this was an immortal boat. If people at that time found something strange with the thunder, their first reaction would be to claim that it was immortals. So, we may only see the servants of ordinary immortals, but it was still necessary to go up and have a look.
We looked around to try and find some place to climb up, but there weren’t any beams that we could see. I was very familiar with my own abilities, so I piled some rocks together to step on. Fatty said we should make a human pyramid, with him and Little Brother lending me their shoulders so they could hoist me up.
Once the two of them squatted down, I shakily climbed up. Then, they stood up and lifted me towards the immortal boat. I was still at least a person away from it, but as I examined it closely under the green light, I vaguely felt as if there was a cocoon inside of it.
“No, we have to stack it up again,” I said before climbing down and finding some more rocks to pile up. Then, Poker-Face stepped on Fatty and I climbed back up until I was stepping on his shoulders. Zhang Qiling’s hands were very strong as he held my calves in a firm grip. I stood up straight like I was doing extension training, my hand just flush with the immortal boat. I saw that the thing inside wasn’t actually a cocoon, but a mummified person. And this person wasn’t an ancient person, either. Based on his clothes, he was probably one of Uncle Three’s people.
I took a deep breath. This “person” could no longer be considered a person, but a piece of skin. It was the exact same as the servants here, but it wasn’t propped up.
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