Logically speaking, such a bizarre old tomb must have a significant history. However, after entering, Qin Yu observed that, while the tomb was carefully selected, and the arrow traps were decent, there were no suspicious areas she could identify.
Reality slapped her in the face!
What now? Close it? Qin Yu's body stiffened a bit, but she hastily held her breath.
Breathing is crucial.
Close it!
Just as Qin Yu was about to close the coffin,a sudden, large, charred hand covered in blood scabs grabbed the coffin lid!
The hand jabbed, almost reaching Qin Yu's chin.
"Quick!" Jiaojiao yelled. Qin Yu jumped back swiftly, approximately three meters. Upon landing, she already had her bow ready in a defensive position.
Jiaojiao jumped onto the wall, scratching it with her claws. Both woman and cat witnessed the coffin lid moving with a clatter, and a figure abruptly half-sat up.
Indeed it was a charred bloody corpse!
Its bloody eye sockets were staring fixedly at Qin Yu...
