Jiang Fula's hands trembled as he held the small coffin, he didn't even dare to present it to Song Zhiyuan, his face pale, and his legs weak.
He swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty, "Prime Minister..."
When Song Zhiyuan saw the small coffin, his mind went blank, as if something had exploded inside, his heart was gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.
He reached out his hand, his fingertips slightly trembling.
Jiang Fula opened his mouth, wanting to suggest not opening it, as it was too foul.
The Evil Technique, too ruthless.
But Song Zhiyuan had already taken the small coffin, staring intently at it, his eyes seemingly dyed by the color of Zhu Sha, a bloody red like a demon.
He almost trembled as he tore open the Talisman sealing the coffin, forcefully opening the small coffin, inside lay a lifelike small puppet, matching the size of the coffin, exquisitely made.
