"The heavenly book, I still haven't found the heavenly book!"
Shen Luo fiercely slapped his forehead, finally remembering the most important purpose of this trip, and hurriedly jumped back onto the Wupeng small boat.
All the things on the boat were piled up at the back of the cabin, and all the clay pots and jars were shattered, even the low-legged square table had a broken leg.
After moving away the table, Shen Luo found the stone box under a pile of fishing nets.
The stone box remained half-open as before. After Shen Luo picked it up, he gently pushed it, and the cover was opened. Inside, he saw a bamboo tube that was about a foot long and a thick, yellowed ancient book.
The bamboo tube was only as thick as an arm and had only two sections, which were lush and green, looking as if it had just been cut not long ago. The ancient book, on the other hand, was slightly rolled into a tube shape and placed below the bamboo tube.
"The heavenly book?"
