Chapter 245 - 243: Another Coffin Beneath the Coffin

"Fourth, stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Boss Yan scolded loudly, asserting the authority of the eldest brother.

After being reprimanded, Fourth Yan’s old face turned red, and with the help of others, he climbed out of the burial pit.

"If the old master’s coffin is made of golden nanmu, wouldn’t the burial items be even more valuable?"

"Of course! Even family heirlooms worn for hundreds of years can be found here; how could they not be valuable?"

"I wonder how many burial items the old master brought with him?"

"Who could possibly know?"

"I’m really curious, what on earth is that family heirloom Zou wants to grab?"

"Stop being curious, let’s get the old master’s coffin lifted out first!"

The Yan family members whispered among themselves as they helped the excavator lift out the golden nanmu coffin.

"Be careful, everyone, don’t damage the coffin!"

Boss Yan watched the coffin closely, afraid a corner might be damaged.

After placing the old master’s coffin down safely, the group started digging again, wanting to see what burial items the old master had.

But after digging for a long time, they found nothing.

"No burial items for the old master?"

"Impossible, right? Then what about Assistant Zou?"

"We’ve dug almost thirty centimeters already. If there were burial items, they should have been uncovered by now."

"Did the kidnapper make a mistake?"

"There’s really nothing here! Was this effort for nothing?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

"Not a single burial item, just this coffin?"

Even Qingming furrowed his brows, deeply puzzled.

"What’s so hard to understand about this?"

"Maybe the old master of the Yan Family took nothing with him when he died!"

Qingling scratched his head as he spoke.

Just as they were talking, someone suddenly shouted from the pit: "There’s something else down here!"

Everyone present simultaneously turned their heads to look at the person who shouted.

"There’s definitely something else down here!"

"I just drove the shovel down, and it felt like I hit something, it numbed my hands."

Pointing to the spot under his feet, the person explained earnestly.

Yang Buping, who had been silent for a long time, frowned.

He jumped into the pit, walked over to the person, and asked in confusion: "This is directly beneath the old master’s coffin!"

"It’s usually not a good place to bury things!"

Standing on the edge of the pit, Boss Yan couldn’t help but exchange glances with Yan Ya.

Then, in a deep voice, he said, "Whatever is buried down there, let’s dig it up and take a look, won’t we know?"

With that, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to dig out what lay beneath.

The group, curious about what they might discover, redoubled their efforts to dig.

But as they dug, they began to feel that something was not quite right.

"Why is this thing so long?"

"It feels like it’s made of wood, but it’s harder than metal!"

"This thing is rectangular; could it be another coffin?"

"No way! When the old master was buried, how could he be placed over someone else’s coffin?"

"Don’t you all feel the temperature dropping a bit?"

"Don’t overthink it, it’s just because you’re not dressed warmly enough."

Yang Buping walked forward slowly, bent down, and reached out to touch the exposed part.

But then, he quickly withdrew his hand, and his expression changed instantly.

"Master Yang, what’s wrong?"

Seeing this, the others couldn’t help but ask.

"This is a coffin!"

"And it’s a Yin Coffin!"

Yang Buping swallowed, then spoke with a heavy expression.

"Yin Coffin?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked puzzled and confused.

Yang Buping slowly explained: "A Yin Coffin refers to a coffin with extremely heavy Yin energy."

"Any corpse placed in such a coffin will be continuously stimulated by Yin energy, leading to a corpse transformation!"

"There aren’t many records about Yin Coffins; I stumbled upon them in a broken ancient book."

"I always thought the notion of Yin Coffins was something ancestors fabricated, never expected them to actually exist!"

After hearing his explanation, everyone inhaled sharply.

So, does this mean the corpse in this coffin has already turned into a zombie?

Everyone instinctively stepped back a few paces, fearing the zombie inside might suddenly break out.

"Is there really a concept like the Yin Coffin?"

Standing in the crowd, Yang Qingshu stared intently at the so-called Yin Coffin, eyes wide open.

"Qingming, I told you there’d be zombies!"

"Do you believe it now?"

"Let me tell you, the body inside this Yin Coffin is most likely already a zombie."

"Once the coffin is opened, the zombie will break out and wreak havoc, causing a bloody storm..."

Qingling narrated with a serious expression.

"Have you read too many novels?"

Qingming, hearing this, rolled his eyes helplessly.

He then took a step, standing beside Yang Qingshu.

Standing with someone like Qingling is bound to make you stupid!

Lu Heng remained silent.

He looked at Yang Buping curiously, surprised that this Master Yang indeed had some skills, able to recognize a Yin Coffin.

"Master Yang, what should we do now?"

Boss Yan was a bit dumbfounded at this moment.

He quickly asked Yang Buping for advice on how to handle the situation.

"Two methods!"

"The first is to fill it back with soil, act as if we never saw it."

"But I can’t guarantee that our actions earlier didn’t disturb the contents of the Yin Coffin."

Yang Buping looked serious, then continued, "The second method is to dig it up, set it on fire, and end it once and for all!"

"This..."

After hearing this, Boss Yan had a look of hesitation.

After much thought, feeling indecisive, he ultimately turned to Yan Ya for advice.

"Burn it!"

Yan Ya responded decisively.

"Alright, let’s dig it up and burn it!"

Boss Yan nodded, choosing the second approach.

The material of the Yin Coffin is harder than metal, so there’s no fear of damaging it. They directly had the excavator move in.

The crane operator carefully worked for over ten minutes before finally extracting the Yin Coffin intact.

As soon as the Yin Coffin was fully revealed, everyone held their breath.

The Yin Coffin was made of some unknown wood, with a glossy black metallic sheen.

The front of the coffin bore a strange, blood-red character "奠," surrounded by intricate and incomprehensible patterns on the sides and lid.

"Look, doesn’t that ’奠’ character seem like it’s flowing with blood?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly said out loud.

Instantly, everyone’s focus shifted to the "奠" character.

Upon inspection, they found that the character indeed seemed to flow like blood.

"Oh my! A ghost... a ghost!"

Someone on the spot was so scared that they collapsed to the ground.

While others didn’t react as poorly, their faces were pale, and cold sweat covered them.

Just then, a gust of cold wind came, chilling everyone to the core, making them shiver involuntarily...