After hearing the sound, Rhine hurriedly wrapped a piece of cloth around his hand, then quickly took a cloth pouch from his backpack. Opening it, he swiftly pulled out a bottle of liquid.
The bottle was transparent glass, but the liquid inside was pitch-black, like ink. Strangely, it churned within the bottle as if it were boiling water.
From the moment Rhine took out the glass bottle, he was extremely cautious, not daring to be careless in the slightest. He glanced at the seal on the bottle, then threw it onto the coffin. Even the cloth wrapped around his hand was not removed, but tossed out along with the glass bottle.
Clang!
Smash!
The glass bottle shattered, but the liquid inside did not scatter. As though it possessed consciousness, it flowed directly from the broken bottle, then sprang upward and clung to the floating bronze coffin. From the bottom of the coffin, it wound upward along the patterns on its surface, like babbling water flowing from below to above.
Yes, it flowed upward, like a liquid running onto the coffin lid.
Then the mass of liquid rapidly thinned, as though conscious, and began searching for a gap through which it could enter the coffin.
Especially after sensing something, the ink-black liquid seemed to grow excited. It kept probing, desperately trying to drill into the coffin.
However, the bronze coffin was sealed tightly without even the slightest gap for the liquid to enter. The liquid became as anxious as a dog that had smelled shit, constantly changing shape, probing, and searching.
It even expanded and directly wrapped around the upper part of the coffin, while threadlike strands resembling tentacles continuously extended from its edges, trying to find a gap and burrow inside.
After throwing out the glass bottle, Rhine immediately flashed