Lin Zicong, Yang Kai and the others were digging frantically. They dug a massive hole at the place where the glow faded; however, the deeper they dug, the colder it got, as if they were carving out a hole in a block of ice.
Finally...
An ancient coffin was unearthed!
Startled out of their wits, Lin Zicong and the rest ran towards Huang Xiaolong.
"Don't be scared. What is there to fear with me here?" Huang Xiaolong said with a grin, then cast a casual glance at the unearthed coffin.
It was a stone coffin, adorned with intricate and complex patterns— two things were particularly strange about it—
Firstly, there were several yellow amulets on the coffin, and seven wooden stakes were hammered into it.
Secondly, the entire stone coffin was enveloped in a thin layer of frost, and the surrounding soil had frozen solid.
"Little Long, what... what is this?" Lin Jianfeng asked, trembling.
