The old woman's face was ashen, her expression blank, as she stared indifferently at the trembling Jiang Yaofei.
At this moment, it seemed as if every part of Jiang Yaofei's body was in pain, like the ache after being repeatedly beaten.
The old woman, facing him, slowly extended her left hand.
Jiang Yaofei shuddered violently and instantly realized, this person could not possibly be his mother, nor could she be his mother's spirit. Even if his mother had turned into a strangeness, she would not appear here.
It must be a problem with the red coffin!
After coming to this realization, he stopped looking at the old woman in front of him and used all his strength to push the lid of the coffin back into place, resealing the Red Coffin.
The moment the lid was back on, Jiang Yaofei immediately retreated toward the doorway.
Since the coffin lid was now in place, the door that had remained firmly closed might now cease to function properly, so he wanted to go back and try it.
