Heave ho, heave ho!
A group of people, sweating profusely, finally hit something hard beneath the ground after digging for nearly half an hour, halting their further digging efforts.
"There's something down there!"
"Seems like some kind of plank?"
"Huh? A plank? Buried in the soil?"
"Isn't that a coffin? Hurry, dig it out!"
The group worked with great enthusiasm, quickly unearthing a massive black coffin from below.
Song Jiling, covered in dirt, exclaimed in surprise, "Why is there a coffin buried here? And such a big one? Even with so many of us, it's nearly impossible to lift it out without tools."
"No need to lift it out!"
Yu Nianzhao frowned tightly before leaping directly onto the coffin.
With one hand placed on the coffin lid, a gust of wind swept by.
The nearby diggers were affected, groaning as they fell to the ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
An eerie voice emanated from the coffin, accompanied by a stifled groan.
