The dried corpses surged out of the passage in a mad rush.
Once they entered this space, they found no trace of Lin Bai and began looking around in all directions.
Quite a few more dried corpses were squeezing through the passage. At the same time, an irritated voice rang out from within: "What the hell are you shoving for? Make way for your grandfather!"
"Make way, make way..."
"Make way..."
The voice grew increasingly impatient. Then, without warning, a sheet of Nine-Colored Flames erupted in the passage, reducing every dried corpse blocking the way to ash.
"Damn it, I told you to make way, but you just wouldn't listen..."
After the Nine-Colored Flames vanished, a crow flapped its wings and flew in with an air of venerable superiority.
He spotted the golden coffin at a glance. His gaze then fell upon the skeletons of the four Grand Luo Dao Fruit experts beneath the high platform, and greedy light gleamed in his eyes.
Inside the golden coffin.
Hearing the dried corpses' mournful growls all around the coffin outside, Lin Bai could only hold his breath and steady his mind, hiding inside the coffin and hoping that once the dried corpses failed to find anyone, they would leave on their own.
Inside the coffin, Lin Bai pressed himself against the lid.
But the space inside was far too cramped. Even with his back against the lid, he was face-to-face with the woman inside the coffin before him, so close that they were almost touching.
The tips of their noses were less than an inch apart. In particular, the woman's full, proud breasts pressed against Lin Bai's chest, sending a soft, tingling sensation through him.
He had no idea how many years the woman had lain inside the coffin, yet her