After hesitating for only a moment, she finally carefully stepped down the stairs one by one. Just as she stepped onto the last step, she heard a familiar meow.
Looking up, I realized that I was in front of a huge stone chamber.
A calico cat was meowing as it crouched on an ice coffin in the center of the stone chamber.
She was startled, and then she saw that there was actually a person lying inside the coffin, and it looked like a woman.
The woman's clothes were rather strange; they didn't look like modern clothing, but rather like an ancient ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).
Seeing the cat meowing and pacing on the coffin lid, occasionally scratching the ice coffin with its paws, she felt a chill run down her spine. This was a great disrespect to the deceased.
She frowned, quickened her pace, and pounced on the calico cat, reaching out to grab it back.
But the calico cat insisted on going against her. The moment she pounced, it nimbly leaped onto the offering table next to it, knocking the incense burner off the table and onto the ground.
She couldn't control her strength for a moment and fell directly onto the ice coffin, her chest slamming against it. It was cold and painful, and tears almost welled up in her eyes instantly.
Realizing what she had bumped into, Gu Baiwei's face paled, and she hurriedly stood up straight, not daring to hold onto the ice coffin for even a moment longer.
Although she doesn't engage in any feudal superstitions, she still felt a little creeped out by lying on someone's coffin.
"No offense intended, no offense intended..."
She clasped her hands together in front of the ice coffin, chanting incessantly. Her gaze suddenly fell on the face of the woman inside the ice coffin, and she felt that the face looked somewhat familiar.
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