The dim skylight obscures the forest farm, and layers of mist travel on the mountain road.
Zhang Chi did not leave. He used his spiritual energy to form an invisible barrier to block out the wind and rain, and his eyes were fixed on the eye-catching bronze coffin.
Bronze originated from ancient sacrifices and has rarely been used since the birth of iron, let alone made into coffins.
Could there be an ancient remains inside?
Zhang Chi felt itchy in his heart, but finally suppressed the urge to open it.
Time passed by minute by minute, and I waited until midnight, but nothing happened. No monsters appeared as I had imagined, and no horrible zombies appeared.
"Maybe I've watched too many TV dramas ... "
Zhang Chi looked at his cell phone. It was exactly midnight and Fang Qingling sent him a text message asking when she would be back. She was about to close the door.
"immediately."
Zhang Chi replied simply and took another dee
