Han Liuyue stared at the coffin and thought for a moment.
When she looked up again, the doubt had vanished from her face. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned. "Yep, it's definitely coming from inside!"
'...What are you so happy about?'
"Could he be alive?"
Jin Xueli involuntarily took a step back, her mind racing with countless possibilities. "Did they bury someone else alive?"
"Don't be scared, I'm here. Just step back a bit," Han Liuyue said, raising the axe in her hand.
'Wait a minute—'
Amidst the heavy CRUNCH of the axe smashing the coffin and the splintering wood flying everywhere, Han Liuyue's next words seemed to dance in the air like musical notes: "We'll know once we open it, won't we?"
'Should I call her reckless, or just direct? Who knows what's inside?'
'And why does she seem so excited about it?'
However, any objections or protests Jin Xueli might have had were forgotten in the very next second.
