This abundant and long hair belonged to an old woman dressed in white, who was likewise crawling on the ground.
It seemed that in this Red Coffin, no one could stand up. Every strangeness that emerged was crawling, including Yan Junze, who was not a strangeness.
Yan Junze had just tried, it wasn't that he didn't want to stand up, but that he truly could not straighten up anymore. Once someone lay down in the coffin, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the air, preventing him from standing up again.
The old woman in white, dragging her thick and fine hair, quickly approached the man lying next to Yan Junze.
The man was a strangeness, a dead person, but at this moment, as the long-haired old woman drew near, he began to tremble madly, and even Yan Junze could feel the frequency of the neighboring man's trembling body.
"This guy, he seems really scared of the one in white," Yan Junze thought to himself.