After a few quick compressions, he tilted Zhang Xiaomo's head to the side.
Repeating this, it wasn't long before Zhang Xiaomo's body twitched slightly, spitting out a mouthful of water, and then she began to cough violently.
The injured exorcist, having only just come into contact with water, was immediately alright as the water receded at once; he was just choked a bit and was already coughing on his own, no serious issue.
Yan Junze sat next to Zhang Xiaomo, whose face had turned deathly pale but was gradually regaining consciousness, staring at the Red Coffin lying quietly on the ground with an ashen face.
At this moment, the coffin lay still, apparently undamaged; its dread was ever-present.
Zhang Xiaomo slowly regained consciousness, opened her eyes, and looked at Yan Junze. It took her quite a while to come back to her senses.
