Handsome Fatty Wang stood on the stone platform, wrapping his arms around one end of the silver coffin, then suddenly shouted, "Lift!"
Fat Wang shouted, exerting force with his arms to lift the silver coffin. However, the coffin remained completely unmoved, as if he wasn't using any strength at all.
"Lift!" Fat Wang shouted again, but the silver coffin still didn't budge an inch.
The people waiting anxiously beside him were now somewhat chaotic, with one person urgently saying, "Fat Wang, what are you doing? If you're going to move the coffin, hurry up and do it. Are you just posturing for us?"
"Damn, do you think I don't want to move this coffin? But it's so damn heavy, I can't lift it!" Fat Wang said in frustration.
"You useless thing, just how heavy can this coffin be? You yelled twice, yet the coffin didn't even wobble. Are you even using your strength?"
