Inside the secret chamber.
With a grunt, Ma Muyang pulled tightly on the rope as thick as a baby's arm, quickly tying a firm knot, then clapped his hands and turned to Luo Xiu, saying, "Big brother, it's done!"
Luo Xiu, who was lazily sitting on the side, raised his eyes to look at Lao Ba and asked, "Can you do it?"
Lao Ba dismissively waved his wing, "Ha, I, Lao Ba, was born with divine power; carrying a few coffins is nothing. You asking whether I can or can't, that's downright insulting to Old Ba!"
Luo Xiu gave a thumbs up, "Eighth Master, you have guts."
"Exactly!"
At this point, Lao Ba had grown to over twenty meters tall, with the eight incredibly heavy stone coffins neatly stacked on its back, firmly tied and fixed with thick rope, making it look comically like it was carrying a giant backpack.
"Then let's go."
Luo Xiu yawned, got up, and started heading out of the secret chamber.
"Ay!"
However, he hadn't taken many steps before he heard a strange cry behind him.
