"Inside the coffin?"
Chen Miao looked at Hua Jianming, who was driving.
"Yes, inside the coffin!"
"Wang Wei just called and told me what that employee saw."
"The employee said a fireball shot out of the coffin!"
Hua Jianming's expression was complicated.
"That Island Nation Feng Shui Master who set up the Feng Shui Formation really did devise something ingenious."
"Metal, water, and earth were all outside the coffin. Leaving fire and wood unaccounted for made me think they'd already been broken by chance."
"But in reality, fire and wood had been right under my nose all along."
"If I'd been more thorough back then and checked inside the coffin after you dealt with the corpse, I might have discovered the Feng Shui Formation hidden inside."
Hua Jianming sighed, looking thoroughly dispirited, as though his confidence had taken a blow.
But Chen Miao paid no attention to Hua Jianming's mood. He still had several unanswered questions.
One was the zombie that had turned into a fireball.
Chen Miao couldn't understand it. Its corpse qi had been removed, a Spirit-Sealing Talisman had been attached to it, and Coffin Nails had even been driven in-nails made from hundred-year-old peach wood, no less.
After all those layers of precautions, how could the corpse still revive?
None of the Corpse Driving methods he knew could explain it.
His other question concerned the Feng Shui Formation.
Even if the Island Nation Feng Shui Master was skilled, as Hua Jianming had said, the metal, water, and earth formations had all been triggered passively. Why did the fire and wood formations seem to have activated on their own?
If the Feng Shui Formation really had been left inside the coffin, it should have triggered when Chen Miao drew the Corpse-Substitution Curse.
But it hadn't.
Not only had