A refined voice, tinged with righteous indignation, rang out. "Young Master Jiang is absolutely right. That's why we'll need disguises tonight. We can cover our faces with paper masks to conceal our identities."
Yuan Shanyuan smiled as he looked over. The old man seemed quite advanced in age, but who would've thought his hearing and eyesight were so sharp? He could make out their conversation clearly from this far away.
"There's something unusual about this coffin, too. If I'm not mistaken, it also came from the Blood Corpse Tomb—and it's of a higher grade than the burial coffin used to lay the young master to rest."
"Though this coffin is sinister, in a way, it's a rare treasure."
Hearing Yuan Shanyuan's words, Li Bai, who was standing beside the coffin, seemed to realize how serious the matter was. She bent down and examined the edge inch by inch. Sure enough, she found some inconspicuous scuff marks, as if a rope had rubbed against it repeatedly.
Luo Tianhe narrowed his eyes and nodded in admiration. "Miss Li Bai really is impressive. I haven't met many young people with such insight. You're right: this is indeed a Hanging Longevity Coffin."
The moment the words "Hanging Longevity Coffin" left his mouth, Fatty suddenly felt a twinge of unease. He could clearly sense that something nearby had changed, but he couldn't figure out what.
"A Hanging Longevity Coffin..."
Whether he was showing off on purpose or had already laid a trap and was waiting for Jiang Cheng and the others to fall into it, Luo Tianhe was kind enough to explain the coffin's origins to everyone.
"The method for making a Hanging Longevity Coffin has long been lost. I've only heard a little about it. They say that from the moment one is made,