As for Ethan Smith's suggestion, the mustached man didn't have much objection.
He spread his hands and said, "That's fine. As long as you can give me the sword, it doesn't matter. I'm not the one going to steal it anyway."
Ethan Smith glanced at the male corpse in front of him, and after careful consideration, he took out the coffin again.
Seeing the coffin made of red wood, the mustached man couldn't help but shiver.
"What are you taking this thing out for? Are you trying to scare someone to death?" The mustached man muttered.
Ethan Smith patted the coffin and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to watch over this coffin for me in the next few days, otherwise, my spatial magic artifact won't be able to hold it."
The mustached man suddenly jumped like a cat with its tail stepped on, leaping three feet high.
He said in horror, "You want me to stay with this thing? For several days?"
Ethan Smith rolled his eyes, "Alright, it's not as scary as you think."
