"If it were a tomb or something, how could there be no wind?" Evelyn Bert seemed to be questioning Orville Quiller, but also muttering to herself. This place was truly bizarre. Despite the surroundings appearing airtight, the yellow talisman on the coffin floating in mid-air fluttered as if blown by the wind. Coupled with the dim lighting, it made everything even more confusing. "Let's not worry about where the wind is coming from right now. Our top priority is to find that damned hand. Otherwise, we'll only be standing here, vulnerable to attack. By then, it will be too late to fight back," July said, her voice low and urgent. After hearing July's words, Evelyn Bert seemed to snap out of her daze, nodding in agreement. She raised her hands to her chest, closed her eyes, and her slender, fair fingers began to move in intricate patterns and directions. "Boss, what is the young lady doing?" Dennis Walkley, ever curious, blinked and asked, clearly puzzled. Perhaps becaus
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