There was no oil lamp in the coffin shop. Only a faint outline of the birch coffin was revealed, like huge square nails embedded in the darkness.
The drunk young master walked at the front. No one approached him.
Lin Yan also deliberately kept a distance from him. The rash-looking scholar in front of him was actually a venomous snake hiding its teeth.
This made Lin Yan even more vigilant. The outside world was different from Dragon Gate Pavilion. He could not underestimate anyone.
Under the old man's lead, Lin Yan and the others squeezed through the gaps between the coffins on both sides and arrived at the backyard of the coffin shop, beside an old dry well.
The well was overgrown with weeds, but the edge was very clean. The old man pointed at the old well with his withered finger and cackled like a crow. "Who wants to go first?"
Everyone looked at the young master with red hands.
