At the sound of the coffin opening, the girl and Boss Luo turned toward Princess at almost the same time... The girl's gaze seemed to carry a trace of helplessness—probably because of Princess's initiative at this moment.
Boss Luo mostly found it interesting... If possible, he hoped that everyone he met would treat him as an equal.
"What is this!" It was more than a simple question; there was a trace of horror in it... Horrified by what lay inside the coffin, Princess suddenly raised her head and looked toward the mysterious girl. "A dried corpse?"
Upon hearing the words "dried corpse," Boss Luo, whose curiosity had increased exponentially over the past year, immediately became interested. His pace seemed to quicken slightly.
He came to the coffin and looked down. Inside the enormous coffin lay a withered, brown corpse... It was indeed a dried corpse, but not the kind of common mummy that had been passed down through the ages.
The corpse inside the coffin had both its hands and feet firmly nailed to the coffin board... No one knew how many years had passed, yet these several nails still gleamed as if they were brand-new.
The corpse's mouth hung open, and its face was even twisted. One could imagine how much agony it had endured before death—it might have been nailed into the coffin alive.
It was a horror beyond imagination.
Because of the faintly visible features on the dried corpse... That pained, twisted face seemed to let one see its fear, rage, and resentment from back then even across a thousand years, or perhaps an even longer passage of time. Even someone as strong as Princess could not help revealing a trace of shock.
"Of course it's a dried corpse." The girl suddenly sat on the edge of