The Red Coffin had been moved before, but the last time they moved it, it had been incredibly heavy—so heavy it had exceeded all expectations. This time, however, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng lifted the Red Coffin without much effort.
The coffin was very light, practically like an empty coffin.
"But the weight of this coffin is clearly wrong. If we bury it without confirming what's inside and something goes wrong halfway through, we'll be in serious trouble," Zhou Deng said.
Yang Jian still refused. "It's already the sixth day. The old man in the coffin has most likely undergone a ghostly resurgence. Opening the coffin now would be like releasing a terrifying ghost. Even if I have the coffin nails, I might not be able to handle it. Besides, we didn't come here to bury this old man. Our goal is simply to stay in this ancient house for seven days."
"As for how you survive those seven days, that isn't important."
"Therefore, what has happened to the old man's corpse, whether anything is wrong with it, has nothing to do with me. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou Deng's expression shifted slightly. "I see."
Yang Jian had not forgotten his true objective. The messengers from the fourth floor only needed to survive in the ancient house for seven days. After seven days, they could deliver the letter and complete the mission.
Encoffining, keeping vigil, announcing the death... those were merely parts of the process of survival, not the final goal.
If one wished, one could lie in this ancient house for seven days like Yang Xiaohua, doing nothing, then wake up after seven days and deliver the letter. If the delivery succeeded, the mission would still count as complete.
Therefore, Yang Jian refused to open the coffin