After saying all this, the old man shoved Lin Feng away and said with utter disgust, "Move aside. I'm not that old yet."
He took the Gold Pocket Watch from his sleeve, but his clouded eyes could not make out the time. Frowning deeply, he put it away and asked sourly, "What time is it?"
Lin Feng said, "Half past eight."
The old man nodded. "It's about time. Go in there and bring out what's inside. Be careful."
As he spoke, he took out a pair of gloves and tossed them at Lin Feng. "Whatever you do, don't let anything puncture your palms."
Lin Feng put on the gloves. They appeared to be made of Niu hide, three layers thick.
He walked over. The corpse qi inside the coffin had long since dissipated.
With a gentle lift, Lin Feng opened the coffin lid.
The coffin was quite old and must have belonged to a Noble family. It was solidly built, and its lid was heavy, which was why three people had needed to lift it together.
For Lin Feng, a light lift was enough.
It was a shame about the three fellows beside him, but they were bound to die. Even if they survived now, given the old man's temperament, they would still end up dead.
Such was the fate of disposable pawns.
After lifting the lid, Lin Feng saw a black hide lying quietly inside. He picked it up and recognized what it was.
It was the skin of a Black Fiend Zombie. Someone had flayed it and placed it in the coffin. Beneath the zombie skin lay several dead people, piled on top of one another. Judging by their clothes, they were from relatively recent times. But the dense cinnabar Incantation Script covering their bodies and faces suggested