Just as Yan Ya was gritting her teeth in anger, the bald man with a beard and others had already loaded the golden nanmu coffin onto the truck.
"Lift that so-called Yin Coffin onto it as well!"
"It's the first time I've seen such a thing, must be worth a lot of money!"
The bald man with a beard turned his gaze to the Yin Coffin in the grave pit.
"Alright!"
The others nodded upon hearing this.
Whatever the boss says, just follow along!
The security guard with a knife and the man with black-framed glasses both jumped into the pit.
The two of them struggled hard to tie the straps to the ends of the Yin Coffin.
Just as the man with black-framed glasses was about to signal, the security guard with a knife suddenly paled.
"Old Zhang, just now, did I see the coffin lid move?"
The security guard with a knife licked his lips, saying fearfully.
"The coffin lid moved?"
The man with black-framed glasses stared at the coffin for a long time but didn't see any extra movement.
