"Hu Shan, the original body's father?"
Hu Ma listened to the State Preceptor's words and couldn't help but be surprised. Upon examining the bones carefully, though it was impossible to discern facial features, it was clear that in life, this had been a person with a robust, imposing frame. Despite having died countless years ago, he still sat upright on the ground, spine straight, with a tattered Magic Flag beside him. Yet, it appeared as if it had been burned, leaving only half remaining.
Could he have already died here long ago? Moreover, looking at it, he had been dead for many years. Then, what is this place...
The State Preceptor seemed to have anticipated his question, sighed softly, and said, "This place is called Fox Coffin Village."
"Do you know how it got this name?"
"..."
