Bodies had gathered here at some unknown time.
Looking around, they were all fairly recently deceased.
The oldest was merely a month old, emitting a stench of decay, some with flesh blurred and indistinct, truly a challenge to the normal visual senses of humans.
Even as strong as Su Nanzhi was, she would not choose to confront a group of ghost spirits head-on, as she could not beat them, nor could she match their stamina.
She knew the only way to break the situation was that wooden coffin.
It was her first time encountering such a situation, perhaps because the other party was once a character in her textbooks, or perhaps not, perhaps he was someone else, but his soul could be nourished in this Blood Jade mine, he must at least be connected to the former owner of the Blood Jade.
Su Nanzhi approached the uncovered coffin, the closer she got, the smell of the wood mingled with the chilling wind blowing towards her.
