Bi Zhan and Bi Chong moved the heavy coffin lid aside and saw An Yan sitting up, both of them let out a sigh of relief.
But when they saw the man who sat up, the two were so surprised that their mouths hung open.
Bi Chong's mouth twitched violently, "Bro, hit me. I think I'm seeing a ghost."
Without hesitation, Bi Zhan gave Bi Chong a hard slap, "Does it hurt?"
"Hurts like hell!"
Bi Zhan suddenly laughed, "Then it's real."
An Yan propped herself up on the edge of the coffin and reached out her hand to Fu Shiyan, "Ayan, we're saved."
Fu Shiyan took her hand and stood up.
He looked at Bi Zhan and Bi Chong with no recognition, "Hello, I'm Fu Shiyan."
For the past five years, he had been using the name Bo Leng.
At this moment, he officially introduced himself to others with his real name.
Fu Shiyan.
The feeling was contradictory, foreign yet familiar.
Bi Chong and the others knew that if Fu Shiyan was found, he would be amnesiac, so they were not surprised by this.
