Billionaire God of War novel (Jiang Ning) novel Chapter 2229

"I brought every piece of the coffin back. These are our best engineers. They are confident that they can put the coffin back together again."

Peter Pan reached out and touched a piece of the coffin. He shook his head. "It's pointless."

He sighed as his palm brushed against the wooden plank of the coffin.

Coffins like his had been carved from a single thousand-year-old tree. Even if they could find a thousand-year-old tree, craftsmen who could build such a coffin didn't exist anymore.

Something that had been broken and put back together would never be as good as something that had never been broken in the first place.

"You can't fix it even if you put it back together again. It's pointless. Forget it."

He pulled his hand back reluctantly. There was nothing he could do about this.

"That scoundrel. He's trying to force me into a corner," scoffed Peter Pan before sighing. "He's as wily as he used to be. What a fox! He's got no scruples at all."

Jiang Ning waved his hand and sent the engineers away.

"What's so special about this coffin?"

The black coffin before him did have an air about it that made it dissimilar to other coffins. You could tell that it had withstood the ravages of time. Yet, it continued to exude an aura of surety. With its lid upon it, the coffin resembled a separate space that was divorced from the rest of the world.

"This is a Longevity Coffin," said Peter Pan. "You can add many years to your lifespan if you sleep inside this coffin. A corpse will not rot for a thousand years if it's placed in this coffin."

Jiang Ning's pupils contracted. That sounded incredible.

"It's carved from a thousand-year-old tree. Those are rare finds. None exist now,” sighed Peter Pan. "That scoundrel. How could he bear to destroy the coffin? He's trying to drive me into a corner. I'm going to kill him!"

The murderous note to his voice was coupled with a calmness that was absent in his earlier outburst of mad rage.

Peter Pan appeared more clearheaded. He had probably regained most of his memories. Jiang Ning didn't ask though.

Jiang Ning had little clue as to where those coffins and their occupants had come from. But he knew that all of this had something to do with the Extreme Fist Technique Manual.