"Can you talk less?"
Lin Xian frowned, stopped with the shovel in hand, and looked at Gao Yang:
"We're digging a grave, not treasure hunting. We're already nervous enough, why do you keep babbling on and on?"
"I'm trying to distract myself!"
Gao Yang shouted:
"Damn, it's a dark and windy night, in the wild wilderness, and we're digging up a coffin with a female corpse inside... Who wouldn't be freaked out by this!"
Shortly after.
The two had finally cleaned off all the dirt from the coffin lid, which was still tightly sealed and nailed shut.
Although its edges were already rotting.
But the solid wooden board was too heavy for two people to lift; they needed a crowbar.
This kind of crowbar has a sharp end that can be poked into the gap between the lid and the side of the coffin, then with a forceful press, leveraging the principle of the lever to pry it open.
Lin Xian pursed his lips.
