"Brother Fu Ce, someone is crying!" Zhi'er immediately snapped back to reality.
Feng Fuce remained calm and replied, "I heard it."
His dark, cold eyes glanced around.
Those four had already been killed by him.
Could there still be some hiding?
Zhi'er's little hand gently removed the handkerchief in front of her.
"Brother Fu Ce, let's open this coffin."
In the moment she turned her head, she seemed to see a hint of black and red flash in Feng Fuce's eyes.
But after the little one rubbed her eyes, he appeared normal as usual.
Hmm? Was that just an illusion?
Feng Fuce looked at the sparse Red Rope around the coffin.
The Copper Coin scattered on the ground, and the yellow talismans plastered all over the coffin indicated one thing—
The people who buried this coffin wanted to suppress the soul inside.
Holding Zhi'er, Feng Fuce stepped forward and casually wiped the dust off a yellow talisman with two fingers.
With just one glance, a cold smile appeared in his eyes.
