The red coffin had been moved before, but the last time it was moved, it was incredibly heavy, even beyond imagination. This time, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng lifted the red coffin with little effort.
The coffin was very light, almost like an empty coffin.
"But the weight of this coffin is very strange. If we don't confirm it and just carry it over to bury it, if anything goes wrong midway, it'll be a big trouble," Zhou Deng said.
Yang Jian refused: "It's the sixth day. The old man inside this coffin has likely resurrected as a ghost. Opening the coffin now is like releasing a terrifying ghost. Even if I have a Coffin Nail in my hand, I might not be able to handle it. Moreover, we aren't really here to bury the old man; our purpose is just to stay in this mansion for seven days."
"It doesn't matter how you survive these seven days."
"So how the old man's corpse changes, whether there are abnormalities or not, has nothing to do with me. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
