Princess Against the World

"Third Young Master, what do you mean?"

Feng Chenglin tried to push open a coffin lid.

"You mean, this coffin is empty and no one is dead inside..."

Before he finished speaking, as the coffin lid opened, a rotten smell hit his nostrils.

"Well……"

He didn't even have time to take a closer look inside, so he quickly closed the coffin lid and turned around, feeling disgusted.

"This...there are really dead people in here..."

He thought that this place was actually a coffin storage place.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the burial place of the dead.

"No...what's wrong with the people in this sea area? Shouldn't some people...be buried in peace? How can this be..."

"Where's the Ding Temple?!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly interrupted Feng Chenglin's complaint.

"Where did he go?"

They have been here for so long and made such a big noise. Dingmiao should know about it.

After all, he only came with a stick of incense earlier than them.

But now, the surroundings were heavy and dead, with no sound at all.

"Yes, where is Ding Temple..."

Only then did Feng Chenglin remember the purpose of their trip and quickly looked around.

"Why didn't the boy make any sound? Did he faint when he fell...?"

He looked at where they landed and suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"what is that?"

At one foot of the coffin, a piece of clothing lay on the ground.

"Third Young Master..."

Holding the corner of his clothes, Feng Chenglin looked obviously unhappy.

"This dress..."

The edges of the clothes are unusually neat.

"It was cut off!"

Ling Luoyu had long noticed that his clothes were unusual, and he looked around with cold eyes.

"Dingmiao was attacked by something... Let's be careful..."

Looking at the coffin, Feng Chenglin made up some pictures in his mind, and suddenly felt the darkness of life.

"What kind of shabby place is this?! What's the point of setting up a coffin? What's so fun about the dead? It's better to be buried in peace..."

"Shut up!!"

Ling Luoyu stuffed the corner of Dingmiao's clothes into Feng Chenglin's mouth with his backhand, making him retching in disgust.

"Third Young Master...you are so unkind...bah..."

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu pursed his lips, stroked it with his fingertips, shined the torch on the ground, and looked around thoughtfully.

"Fat man...don't you notice something is wrong here?"

"Nonsense! Of course it's not right... there are so many coffins, it's a damn thing!"

Feng Chenglin spat hard twice before walking over with a disgusted look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think...it's very clean here?!"

"……clean……"

Fengcheng Lin was a little messy in the wind.

Your word "clean" seems a bit inappropriate when used in a place full of coffins, doesn't it? !

However, he saw clues in Ling Luoyu's eyes, and couldn't help but hold up the torch and shine it on the ground.

Ling Luoyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a stream of light appeared: "Did you find anything wrong?"

"There are no footprints..."

He suddenly looked behind him and took a breath of cold air.

"This place...is not dusty..."

"right!"

"..."

No matter how well the place is sealed, a layer of dust will fall over time.

But this place——

Feng Chenglin's fingertips slid over the coffin lid on one side: "The coffin lid... is also clean... Is this person unusual, or... is someone cleaning it?"

"In the coffin you just opened, the dead person has rotted, but here we are breathing normally, which means the air is circulating at this time... Where there is circulation, there will be dust!!"