Yang Xiao desperately smacked the coffin lid, but it was like it was nailed shut, completely immovable no matter how much he begged and cried for help; no one paid him any attention.
Soon after, the funeral procession stopped, and following a violent shake, the coffin was completely lowered down, thudding onto the ground and jolting Yang Xiao. Then, a loud rustling sound came from above his head.
Yang Xiao despaired; he knew that the paper attendants had now placed the coffin into the grave and were filling it with dirt. Once the ceremony was completed, he would be buried underground forever with the coffin. Just thinking of dying a death that was both suffocating and painful was enough to make Yang Xiao feel on the verge of collapse.
"I was wrong, sister! Please let me go, sister—I'll do whatever you tell me to do from now on! I won't dare to talk back to you again!"
