Chapter 200
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It was the third morning since Zhang Jue and Yang Xue arrived at site237.
The storm had just stopped and the air was still filled with sand. The distant scenery couldn't be seen clearly at all.
They found a metal coffin.
The coffin was buried deep at the bottom of the sand. If it wasn't for the storm blowing the sand away, they might never have found it.
The coffin was specially made and required palm prints to open.
Zhang Jue was about to use force when the metal coffin suddenly opened by itself.
In the coffin, a middle-aged man with long black hair was lying quietly inside. His face was somewhat similar to Yang Wenbai's.
Other than Yang Wensong, there was no one else.
After the metal coffin opened, there was a mezzanine inside.
It was made of a special glass material.
Yang Wensong was lying inside.
Zhang Jue took a closer look and found that the man's chest was rising and falling regularly. There was even a heartbeat.
When she saw the familiar face, Yang Xue's pupils dilated slightly.
"Father?"
She called out softly.
But Yang Wensong didn't respond to her.
He was lying at the bottom of the coffin as if he was really dead.
"Don't worry." Zhang Jue patted her on the shoulder. "He's still alive."
Yang Wensong was buried here. This was a very important discovery.
It was different from people like Gray and Dolores.
Yang Wensong was specially invited to site237 by Harry. He was involved in the construction of the entire underground palace. He was the core member of the antimeme department who fought 3125.
If they could save him, they would be able to restore the truth of this site.
The most important thing was that after the battle with 3125, Yang Wensong actually survived.
Maybe he already knew how to defeat 3125!
This metal coffin was obviously specially made and the structure was very delicate.
Yang Wensong didn't know how long he had been lying inside.
Zhang Jue guessed that his current physical state was similar to hibernation. He just needed to control his metabolism to maintain his life.
No matter how many years had passed, as long as the power in the metal coffin didn't run out, he could hibernate forever.
The metal coffin was very heavy, probably weighing a few tons.
Fortunately, Zhang Jue's body was no longer that of an ordinary person.
Even if he couldn't lift it, he could still drag it.
Several people found ropes and tied the coffin around it. Zhang Jue was like a tracker as he dragged the coffin back to the main building.
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"We have to open this thing." Zhang Jue looked at Yang Xue and said.
Yang Xue knew what he meant because this was risky.
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