The wild man Uncle vented his frustration by hitting the coffin lid several times before he headed towards the grave entrance again.
After a while, when no more sounds could be heard from outside, Gu Youyou's heart, which seemed to be in her throat, finally settled down.
He must have gone out.
My goodness, had I known this would be the outcome, I might as well have said less.
Talking to a mute really is— the more you say, the more it irritates!
In the pitch-dark coffin, it was just Gu Youyou and the man sitting opposite her.
Although she couldn't see, Gu Youyou knew he must be staring right at her.
She struggled to pull up the corners of her mouth, trying to communicate with him!
"The coffin's actually not that small, let's make a deal, eh? One half for each of us, look! If anyone crosses the line, they're responsible for opening the coffin lid."
