Even though it was shrouded in a thick layer of dust, and only the rough outline of the shadow could be seen, the shadow under the orange light gave song qingxiao a very familiar feeling. It made her think of the black coffin that contained lady Chu's body that the disciples of the Chu clan carried in the illusion.
Her throat seemed to be choked by a pair of invisible hands, and her breath was stuck in her chest for a long time, until Yao Liu shouted in a trembling voice, "
"A coffin!"
She shivered as if she had just come back to her senses.
The two who had entered the illusion recognized this strange coffin. Excitement and fanaticism flashed in number Seven's eyes. Song qingxiao and Yao six exchanged a look. It seemed that the thing number seven was looking for had also appeared.
