New World Spiritual Root
Editor: Larbre Studio
Lord Mingjiang obviously guessed something. He had an expression of disbelief. "Is it your corpse in the coffin?"
Zhang Ruochen was clearly standing across from him. Saying those words felt a bit strange.
Zhang Ruochen's five fingers grasped the coffin lid tightly. Thinking of how Chi Yao had killed him back then, his heart still hurt.
"Twelfth Uncle," he asked. "Where was I buried when I died?"
Lord Mingjiang sighed. "It is quite regretful. After you died, the imperial court was all fighting for the throne. Endless battles erupted. It was truly bloody and everyone was in danger. When I went to check your corpse three days later…it was already gone."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes hardened. He looked back at the coffin. Pushing strongly, the lid flew off instantly. It landed on the ground with a thud.
The two looked over at the same time.
Empty.
"How is this possible?"