C332 A Coffin!

The room felt like a walk-in freezer, the chill biting into the air. As Tang Wan'er stepped inside, she couldn't help but shiver. In the center stood a long table, surrounded by metal racks. Hanging from these racks were various knives, some rusted with a coppery hue and a thin layer of moisture.

Tang Wan'er approached the knives, running her fingers along their blades. Despite some nicks