The coffin lid slowly shifted off, and suddenly, a hand reached out from inside, gripping the lid tightly as if trying to crawl out.
The Taoist priest switched the Peach Wood Sword back to his right hand, quietly on his guard.
"Hel... help me..." A weak voice emanated from the coffin, and then the hand retracted back in.
The voice sounded strangely familiar; there was no mistake, it was Old Donkey's voice.
After hearing the plea for help, the Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and then slid the Peach Wood Sword into his belt. He placed both hands on the coffin lid and pushed with all his strength.
"What are you dazing about? Come help." The priest apparently did not have enough strength to lift the lid by himself, so he called out to us.
Xie Xiaopeng and I hurried over after hearing the priest's shout.
"Taoist priest, was that Uncle Donkey's voice just now?" I was still somewhat unsure, after all, that voice was really weak.
