"I'm afraid, this has been your ancestors for generations, don't be afraid! I'm here!"

I grabbed her hand, hoping to make her feel a little safer.

Then I made another discovery.

There was no dust on the table, which meant that someone came here frequently to clean it. Furthermore, I found that the small coffin was made of a single piece of dark golden nanmu wood, with the surface painted with raw lacquer, and one end of the small coffin had cracked.

The crack was quite serious, almost through it. I guess if it wasn't tied up with so many red ropes, it would have been scrapped.

Before leaving, Xia Shuishui told Xia Shuishui to control her emotions and act as if she didn't know anything or saw anything.

After I went back, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, the picture of Zhang Ling's position always flashed in my mind. I took out Uncle Cha's compass to study it.

After playing with the compass for a while, I fell asleep in a daze.

Maybe I was thinking about it day by day and dreaming at night. I dreamed that I was back in the basement and saw the little black coffin wrapped with red ropes. At this time, an old voice beside my ear said to me, "Young man, please explain."

Open it, open it quickly, there is gold inside, and if you open it, the gold will all be yours."

I made some mistakes and slowly stretched out my hand.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "pop" next to my ears!
Chapter completed!