Squeak.
The sound of the coffin lid being lifted interrupted the young scholarship student's somewhat pessimistic last words.
Dylan's groggy voice followed: "Tombstone? Who needs a tombstone? I know an eight-hundred-year-old shop, their carvings are super beautiful..."
The appeal of graves and death to Mister Wolfman was roughly equivalent to that of a gourmet magazine to the Fat Wizard. No wonder he could drag himself out of the coffin despite the midday drowsiness.
But the response from within the coffin—such a terrible omen—was highly inappropriate at the moment, only making the young scholarship student even more despondent.
Zheng Qing let out a strange hum from his throat, sounding like both a whimper and a weak laugh, in reply to the voice from the coffin.
A string of unexpected events also quelled the Fat Wizard's long-simmering anger.
