The small, fair hand pressed on the cold, antique coffin lid. When Jiang Ling touched the red coffin, all the kneeling monsters stopped mourning, and the twisted, scary faces started to rise.
"Come help me!" Jiang Ling screamed shrilly. Her face had lost the usual cuteness, and her expression looked scary.
BANG!
The solid coffin lid fell to the ground, and everyone turned to look inside the coffin. A woman was lying inside the large red coffin. Wet dark hair stuck to her slim body. Her skin was pale, and her face was handsome. Chen Ge would not describe her as pretty, but there was definitely something unique about her.
"Help me buy some time." Jiang Ling walked into the red coffin and stared at the woman in the coffin. The villagers all stood up. They were conversing in a local language, and they looked so happy.
