Yan Qing felt that she had been walking in the dark for a long time until she smelled a strong, lingering odor of blood in her nostrils, at which point the person leading her finally stopped.

Then she heard the other person's somewhat hoarse voice, "Lift your leg and go inside."

Lift your leg and go inside? What kind of instruction is that?

Yan Qing deliberately didn't lift her leg high, and kicked something hard. She pretended to be in pain, crying out "Ouch!" and bending over.

The object felt unusually cold to the touch and had a slight rust, as if it were an old metal artifact. Considering the words of the hoarse voice, she suspected it was a metal box, perhaps resembling a coffin.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much!" Yan Qing deliberately jumped around a few times, taking the opportunity to figure out where she was about to enter.

Yes, it was a huge bronze coffin. And the bloody smell she had detected earlier was actually emanating from this coffin.

Is this person perhaps someone who has locked themselves in a coffin?

No, she doesn't want to go in! Even a fool knows that what awaits her is definitely not good news!

Instinctively, she reached out and tried to tear off the black cloth covering her face.

Then something horrifying happened: her face was completely bald, without any covering whatsoever!

At the same time, the hand that was holding hers suddenly moved to her waist.

The next moment, she was lifted up horizontally in a hug.

The man held her in his arms and stepped directly into the enormous bronze coffin.