The dark and stuffy stone hall was silent, and even the bright light of the camping lamp was devoured by the darkness.
Seeing Sun Zhe place both hands on the coffin lid, ready to move, Leng Yuening swallowed silently, sweat like beans slipping from her forehead, so nervous she could almost hear the sound of sweat oozing from her pores.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Just as Sun Zhe was about to exert force to push the coffin lid open, Leng Yuening suddenly shouted to stop him.
"What the... What's wrong with you?"
Sun Zhe was startled and shivered.
Leng Yuening looked around and whispered, "By the way, do you have candles in your space?"
Sun Zhe glanced at the camping lamp she was holding and said, "We have a lamp, what do we need candles for?"
