Throughout the journey, there was neither speech nor sound.
Both hands fiddled with two Third Rank cubes.
Utterly absorbed.
"Oh, it's made of pure gold,"
the white-haired boy played with the cube and said indifferently, "Actually, the coffin itself isn't much, but the guy lying inside is much more valuable."
Nonsense.
Actually, the passengers had all smelled the exotic fragrance emanating from the coffin.
They didn't know whether it was a millennium-old female corpse that didn't decay or something else inside, giving off a fragrance like the Tree of Life, perhaps a coffin full of Divine Tree Marrow Fluid!
The train attendant hesitated over and over again but still retreated step by step.
Because he always felt something was about to happen.
