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The coffin hanging in midair, with its lid already on the ground, remained motionless. Regardless of their vision, at this height, everyone could always see a hand suddenly slap onto the side of the coffin. It was more accurate to say, it grabbed the plank.
"Is that a hand?" Liang Qing smirked, "It looks more like.. a tentacle."
Sticky and flesh-like, a tentacle.
It reminded her of an octopus from the depths of the sea.
She hoped what was inside.. wasn't an octopus.
The tentacle, sticky, clung to the side of the coffin, oozing viscous fluid through the gaps between what seemed like fingers. The color was unclear, somewhat turbid, trickling down the side of the coffin and hitting the floor..
Sui Yi watched it hit the floor, instinctively gripping Demon Que and scanning the surrounding environment.
