C1203 A Terrible Thing

There was a small courtyard with the coffin in the lobby facing the door.

The door to the room was open. The man had just put down the basket on his back, and the old man was sitting in a chair beside him. His lips were moving nonstop, and it was unknown what he was muttering about.

"Is there anyone in that coffin?" Jiang Wanbai asked curiously.

The man glanced up at her, his face impassive