Wen Jiajia was quite shocked, but she has a strong ability to self-regulate, and she has already returned to normal in a short time.

Yan Qing was extremely envious; this was the treatment the female lead deserved!

Yan Qing was carefully examining the female corpse and noticed that she had almost no ornaments on her body, and even her hair was loose. She wasn't wearing shoes either.

Yes, a very standard violent death posture.

Wen Jiajia secretly watched as the woman touched and groped the female corpse, eventually even intending to put her hand directly into the corpse's mouth. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer.

"Hey, you surnamed Yan, aren't you afraid this woman might suddenly come back to life with such blatant disregard?"

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Qing answered her casually, but her hand kept reaching into the female corpse's mouth. She felt that the female corpse's tongue was abnormal.

—It's too soft. A tongue that's been dead for thousands of years certainly wouldn't be like this.

Sure enough, the next moment, she touched something hard in her hand, like a piece of metal.

Yan Qing pulled out the metal piece with a slight effort.

"vomit--"

As soon as Wen Jiajia saw what was in her hand, she immediately spat it out without cooperating.

Fortunately, they are currently in mid-air, and the endless abyss has become a ready-made trash can, which is very environmentally friendly.

Yan Qing was holding a long, dark, metal object, which she couldn't quite make out for the moment. So she simply put it in a bag and continued towards the coffin.

The distance from the red-clad woman's corpse to the coffin was only a few meters, and Yan Qing returned to the vicinity of the coffin without much effort.

First, she checked the environment and, after confirming that there was no danger, Yan Qing focused her attention on the coffin.

Then she discovered that the coffin was so difficult to work with that she didn't know where to begin.

From the outside, the coffin appears to be made of a material that is neither wood nor jade. It hangs horizontally directly below the bluestone, looking quite elaborate.

But why does this coffin look like it has no gaps at all? There's not a single trace of artificial cutting; it looks as if it grew naturally.

However, this is clearly impossible.

She began to worry again. Beneath the bluestone cliff, besides this coffin, was the red-clad female corpse from before. The red-clad corpse was clearly a guide-like figure, while the coffin before her was the real deal.

Just then, they suddenly heard a soft woman's chanting.

"Who will forget first, the fallen kingdom or the old one? The zither remains unplayed, its graceful shadow startling like a wild goose—"

Wen Jiajia immediately became alert, "Who, who's singing!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Yan Qing also heard it; the woman's voice was plaintive and filled with endless resentment and sorrow.

His appearance in such a special occasion only made people feel a chill run down their spines and send shivers down their spines.

She turned her gaze to the coffin, which resembled wood but was not wood, and the sound seemed to be coming from inside it.

Just then, the melodious chanting rang out again, and Wen Jiajia was about to scream, but luckily she reacted quickly and covered her mouth and nose.

"Alas, the tears of beautiful women, the deaths of heroes, the many sorrows of the world. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can there be joy—"

Huh? Why did the tune change again?

This time, the woman's singing sounded less like a woman's melancholy and more like a touch of sorrow.

The woman sang it three times slowly, then the sound was muted again.

This time she was absolutely certain that the voice was coming from the coffin in front of her.

Looks like I'll have to bite the bullet and open the coffin to take a look.

Yan Qing first consulted her only partner, "Wen Jiajia, do you dare to accompany me to open the coffin?"

Wen Jiajia looked terrified, but this time she didn't back down. She immediately unleashed seven or eight strange, winged pets that surrounded the coffin.

"Open up! Let me see what kind of weird thing is trapping us here!"

Yan Qing also released the Netherworld Brocade Fox, which immediately grew larger and followed Yan Qing to her side, loyally protecting her safety.

After discussing it, the two realized they had no idea how to proceed, so they decided to just forcefully open the museum.

Wen Jiajia pulled out a smaller black ball from her bosom; it was her tried-and-tested explosive pellet, only this one was a little less powerful.

"boom--"

After the dust settled, the two women were pleasantly surprised to find that a small hole had been blasted into the lower right corner of the coffin.

Looking through the opening, you could see a pair of red embroidered shoes. The gold phoenixes embroidered on them were so lifelike, as if they were about to take flight at any moment.

Yan Qing was initially puzzled as to why the embroidered shoes remained perfectly still amidst such thick smoke and dust. So she moved closer and discovered that the outermost coffin, which looked like wood but wasn't, was actually just an outer coffin.

Inside, there was an almost transparent crystal coffin. And the woman in the embroidered shoes lay quietly inside the crystal coffin.

"My God!" Wen Jiajia leaned closer for a closer look and couldn't help but click her tongue repeatedly. "What kind of material is this? Crystal? How can it be so sturdy that it can't be broken even by exploding?"

She was somewhat eager to try, since she had plenty of bombs on hand. "How about I try blowing it up again?"

Yan Qing quickly grabbed her, "No, no, no! This crystal coffin doesn't look very sturdy. It would be bad if it were blown up."

Wen Jiajia rolled her eyes at her, "Are you blind?!" This crystal coffin clearly looks even more sturdy than high-density stainless steel, okay?

Yan Qing was just saying it casually to stop her from continuing to blow things up; in fact, this almost transparent crystal coffin was excessively sturdy.

Such a powerful bomb didn't even puncture its skin; it remained completely intact.

She reached out and touched the crystal coffin. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt as if she could hear a heartbeat inside.

"Wen Jiajia, why don't you put your hand here and try?" Yan Qing asked uncertainly. "I have a feeling that the person inside is alive?"

Wen Jiajia was startled. "Yan Qing, are you out of your mind? This person has been dead for at least two thousand years! Two thousand years! And you're telling me she's alive?!"

Even so, she still obediently placed her hand on it. The next moment, her expression became exceptionally interesting.

"This, this, how is this possible?! Am I still dreaming?" Wen Jiajia was starting to doubt her own existence. "This is clearly the sound and rhythm of a heartbeat! Listen—"

"Thump—thump—thump—"

The sounds coming from inside the crystal coffin were very rhythmic, almost identical to the beating frequency of a human heart. This made Yan Qing and Wen Jiajia hesitant to continue.

So, should we open this coffin or not?