C843 Internal

The coffin in front of Ye Wenxun had already been riddled with holes, and pieces of wood were scattered all over the floor.

The smell of gunpowder replaced the burning smell of candles in the shop.

At this moment, life and death were on the line.

Ye Wenxun's heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

The group of people focused their gazes in the direction where Ye Wenxun had appeared