"..."
Xu Qing's eyebrow twitched. If it weren't for his respect for the elderly, considering the man's age, he would have punched Hou Yuan several times over that exasperated comment, teaching the old man to speak properly.
"No matter how ugly a woman is, there has to be a limit. Just how ugly are we talking?"
Hou Yuan approached the coffin once more. Just as he was about to speak, the tense silence in the Funeral Shop was broken by the creaking sound of a bowstring being drawn taut.
Everyone turned simultaneously toward the sound, only to see the black lacquered coffin, which had been fussed over earlier, starting to tremble on its own.
The leather straps arranged in three horizontal and two vertical rows began to snap, as if they had exceeded their tensile strength.
Just as Xu Qing was about to step forward to investigate, the nine coffin nails sealing the black lacquered coffin suddenly burst out.
