"Hey, where am I? It's so dark and cramped!"
"Why have you locked me in here? I'm Qin Leyin, Sword Master, White Night's Third Recorder, head of the Qin family of Flame Capital, and Vice Principal of the Royal Academy! Who's bold enough to pull such a huge prank on me? Let me out! Let me out!"
Quite a few people could not help standing up. Li Ying wiped her blurred, tearful eyes and blurted out, "Could it be that he isn't dead yet?"
"What nonsense? Of course I'm not dead yet! Even if every one of you died, I still wouldn't die!" The voice from inside the coffin was full of vigor. He pounded on the coffin lid again. "How dare you! Let me out, quickly! Don't make me angry, or I'll slaughter every one of you when I get out!"
Hearing that the person in the coffin could even hold a conversation, many people in the hall changed expressions. Some were frightened, some delighted, some amused, and some furious. Clearly, eighty percent of them had believed it.
Li Ying and Kui Nianruo had even stood up and were preparing to walk over, but Qian Yuya and Lin Xue stopped them. Shi Wen and Dan Chixia had wanted to charge over directly, but Lai Ya caught them by the wrists as well.
Although this was so shocking and unprecedented that even novels would not dare make it up and unofficial histories would not dare be this wild, everyone quickly calmed down—because they realized that the others were all perfectly calm.
More importantly, Cha Huan, who was closest to the coffin, showed no reaction at all. He merely gazed calmly at it.
No one could see the expression on the old man's face.
"Why haven't you let me out yet?