I reached out and touched it, and it felt like touching a smooth stone, nothing special.
Qinghan went to the workspace on the rock wall to check the computer. There was no power outage below, nor any accident; the computer and the files on the desk were neatly arranged, showing that when the staff left, everything seemed normal.
I put down my backpack and climbed the beehive with my bare hands, lying on top to look inside.
I had imagined there would be monsters, treasures, or meteors inside, but I never expected there would be a coffin.
In a massive spherical space that could hold an aircraft carrier, there hung a golden coffin.
The faint golden light emitted by the beehive was the glow released by that coffin.
On the lid of the golden coffin, there was a pattern made of rubies, a circle atop a Y shape; the other parts were entirely cloud reliefs.
I withdrew my gaze, rubbed my hands together, and glanced again at Qinghan, who was attentively reading the files.
