Duan Yanran's words, naturally, had a certain logic to them, but Ling Tianyu shook his head, kneeling beside the stone coffin, looking at its surface.
"Could it be that it's not a corpse?" Duan Yanran, seeing her husband shake his head, couldn't help but curiously ask, "But this is a coffin after all, even though it's made of stone."
Ling Tianyu touched the stone coffin and stood up, saying, "A coffin doesn't necessarily hold a corpse; it might be hiding something else."
"But what surprises me about this stone coffin is how it landed here," Ling Tianyu said. "I looked at it just now, and the lid was not just placed on it; it's a single piece."
"It looks very much like a model."
Upon hearing this, Duan Yanran raised her eyebrows, quickly examined it closely, and indeed, it was true.
