Doomsday disaster: Stock up on billions of supplies at the beginning

After the wedding, the two of them were buried.

Coming to the villa, Mu Yun took out the heavy coffin.

The coffin was black with intricate patterns painted on it.

Raising his hand and stroking the surface of the coffin, Mu Yun felt that it was warm and smooth, as smooth and soft as jade.

Mu Yun tried to knock it, but only heard a thumping sound, and nothing unusual.

Finding a crowbar in the space ring, Mu Yun pried the lid of the coffin hard.

But the heavy coffin was tightly closed, so Mu Yun had no idea where to start.

"Do you want to make it so tight?"

Mu Yun was a little depressed.

But this was not difficult for him.

"According to the external air pressure and the sealing inside the coffin, the pressure becomes stronger. As long as we combine the Gay-Lussac law of air pressure, the outside world... Then use the second law of Newtonian mechanics, the law of gravity acceleration, and then..."

After Mu Yun's awesome analysis, finally.

"Space cutting!"

An invisible space blade suddenly appeared and fiercely cut across the lines between the coffin and the coffin lid.

"Buzz!"

With a slight tremor, the coffin lid slowly slid down with a slight slope.

"Boom!"

The coffin lid fell heavily to the ground, making a heavy impact.

The floor tiles in the living room cracked instantly with this impact, and fragments flew everywhere.

"It's still this simple, let me see what good things are inside."

Mu Yun raised the corner of his mouth and walked forward.

In the coffin, a dry corpse lay quietly, wearing a golden dragon robe, a golden crown on his head, and a dragon-patterned long sword beside him.

In addition, the skeleton was holding a scroll of ancient paintings tightly in both hands.

Although this appearance was a bit scary, Mu Yun was not too scared. Instead, he felt that this appearance was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Staring at the corpse in the coffin, a person emerged in Mu Yun's mind, combined with the epitaph he had seen before.

"The emperor is in the sky, and the vast mountains and rivers are all in your hands!"

"In the sky... dragon robe..."

Mu Yun muttered to himself, and his eyes gradually turned to the dragon-patterned long sword.

"Long Jiuxiao?!"

"It can't be such a coincidence."

Mu Yun was a little unbelievable and reached out to touch the long sword.

"Buzz~"

Just when Mu Yun was about to touch the hilt, the originally calm sword suddenly burst out a sharp sword light, instantly piercing Mu Yun's palm.

"Fuck"

Mu Yun was frightened, subconsciously uttered a beautiful Chinese sentence, and quickly retracted his palm.

However, a drop of blood accidentally dripped onto the sword, causing the entire sword to emit a dazzling light and emit a low dragon roar.

"What's going on!" Mu Yun widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

"Zheng——!"

The sword roar became louder and louder, and Mu Yun even clearly saw a sword shadow flashing in the air.

Mu Yun hurriedly stepped back, horrified.

"Isn't it the end of the world? How did it become a fantasy?"

However, during the time when Mu Yun was stunned, the sound of the sword gradually disappeared, and the long sword returned to its original appearance, lying there quietly and motionless.

Mu Yun tried to reach out and touch it.

This time everything was normal, and he slowly picked up the long sword.

"It's really strange every year, and there are especially many this year."

Looking at the sword in his hand, Mu Yun muttered, and when he saw the vigorous "Dragon Court" engraved on the hilt behind the sword body, he understood.

As he guessed, these things should have originally belonged to a doomsday freak named Long Jiuxiao, and it seemed that he had taken them away unintentionally.

After the end of the world, there was a freak who called himself the Lord of Daxia. He wore a golden dragon robe, a golden crown, had countless female relatives, and built a palace.

And his strength was his Longting Sword, which ignored any defense, cut iron like mud, and could be controlled at will by his mind.

Outsiders speculated that his supernatural power might be his mind, otherwise how could a sword have such power.

But Mu Yun, who had just experienced the scene, was shaken by this idea at this time, and it might be true.

If it wasn't a ghost, then the sword that just made a sword sound without authorization might be as he guessed.

"In this case, this thing is a divine weapon."

Mu Yun carefully looked at the Longting Sword in his hand, feeling quite excited.

According to Mu Yun's deduction, it is very likely that Qiandao Lake dried up after the end of the world, and Long Jiuxiao accidentally opened the coffin, and then got this weapon.

Later, this weirdo relied on this weapon to survive the final battle of the end of the world, just like Mu Yun.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Long Jiuxiao, Long Jiuxiao, who told you to steal a spicy strip from me before? This is called the law of nature."

"I didn't expect that I would get your support in the end of the world in this life. Wonderful, wonderful."

Mu Yun laughed loudly, and then waved the Longting sword in his hand twice, very excited.

After calming down his excitement, Mu Yun put Longting into the space, preparing to study it slowly later.

His eyes came to the scroll held by the mummy's hands.

Mu Yun thought of the epitaph again.

"The emperor is in Jiuxiao, and the vast mountains and rivers are all in your hands!"

"The vast mountains and rivers are all in your hands..."

"Is the name of this scroll called Wanli Jiangshan?"

Mu Yun complained, and then pulled the scroll from the mummy's hand.

The scroll was opened, and what came into view was a map with several ancient characters written below the map.

"What a mess, I don't understand."

Mu Yun scratched his head. Even as a top student who graduated from a 985 university, he had never seen such text.

But it doesn't matter. With advanced technology, you can find out by scanning with your phone.

"Click!"

Mu Yun scanned the map with his phone, and a series of explanations appeared on the phone.

Emperor's base, Wannian Tower, East water flows west.

Tianchi shore, holy mountain cliff, Daxia Jiuzhou.

...

Jiuzhou returns to one, dragon soars thousands of miles

On the holy land, Daxia capital.

Mu Yun looked at the explanation on the screen and cursed in his heart. What the hell is this mess.

"I'm not Hu Bayi, I don't know the "Sixteen-character Yin-Yang Fengshui Secret Technique", what's the point of you making this thing."

Mu Yun curled his lips and put away the map that he couldn't understand.

Now there are only the mummy and the dragon robe and golden crown left in the coffin. Looking at these, Mu Yun began to ponder in his heart.

"Although this Long Jiuxiao is a weirdo, he is not a pervert. Why does he wear the dragon robe taken off the dead every day?"

Mu Yun frowned and touched his chin, "Unless... this dragon robe has some unknown secrets."

Thinking of this, he reached out to pull the dragon robe on the mummy.

"Sin, sin, Amitabha, I don't want to do it either. In return, I will find you a Feng Shui treasure land so that you can rest in peace."

While muttering to himself, he pulled off the dragon robe.

"Huh? This doesn't seem to be ordinary fabric?"

He raised his hand and gently stroked the dragon robe. A warm feeling spread throughout his body, and Mu Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's been so many years, this thing is not only not rotten, but also still warm."

Just when Mu Yun was puzzled, a distant sigh suddenly came to his ears.

The voice sounded very vicissitudes, as if it was in the deep of twilight.

"Long Ting, my Long Ting..."

Hearing this voice, Mu Yun trembled all over.

"Fuck, ghost!"