To put it nicely, that's a coffin; to put it bluntly, it's just a product of a few pieces of wood pieced together, lacking any shape or decoration of a coffin.
What's left is a crude rectangle, like a simple box used to store things, just slightly bigger.
A thin wooden board covered the top, looking extremely shabby.
And that crude coffin seemed to be crafted by an unskilled hand, purely handmade, with various flaws in the joints, barely retaining a shape.
Xia Xin hadn't reacted yet when suddenly the hair by his ear moved.
A bolt of light suddenly shot out from the side, with a loud bang, splitting open the lids of the two coffins, and the scene inside was instantly exposed before Xia Xin.
He immediately widened his eyes.
Inside there…
Inside those two coffins…
Were each a corpse.
But calling them corpses… doesn't seem quite accurate.
