"Brother Fu Ce, someone is crying!" Zhi’er immediately snapped back to reality.
Feng Fuce remained calm and replied, "I heard it."
His dark, cold eyes glanced around.
Those four had already been killed by him.
Could there still be some hiding?
Zhi’er’s little hand gently removed the handkerchief in front of her.
"Brother Fu Ce, let’s open this coffin."
In the moment she turned her head, she seemed to see a hint of black and red flash in Feng Fuce’s eyes.
But after the little one rubbed her eyes, he appeared normal as usual.
Hmm? Was that just an illusion?
Feng Fuce looked at the sparse Red Rope around the coffin.
The Copper Coin scattered on the ground, and the yellow talismans plastered all over the coffin indicated one thing—
The people who buried this coffin wanted to suppress the soul inside.
Holding Zhi’er, Feng Fuce stepped forward and casually wiped the dust off a yellow talisman with two fingers.
With just one glance, a cold smile appeared in his eyes.
Indeed, people are as cruel as he thought.
"This talisman and Array, they call it a death without peace," he explained coldly.
Zhi’er still didn’t quite understand: "What does it mean?"
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes to look at her: "Ordinary people value the cycle of life and death, but this Array makes it so that even after death, one cannot be reborn, eternally trapped."
Zhi’er’s mouth opened wide: "That’s too cruel!"
Even after a person dies, they can’t be reincarnated.
No wonder the crying is so sorrowful!
The little one clenched her fist: "Brother Fu Ce, open the coffin!"
Feng Fuce paused for a moment.
His cold eyes were unfathomably dark.
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Once released, it could be even more powerful than those four Evil Spirits earlier.
But well, since Zhi’er asked.
Even if there is an Evil Spirit, it doesn’t matter.
Feng Fuce thought of this and raised his palm.
He gently placed his hand on the coffin lid, then suddenly pushed with his arm!
Like a dragon’s fist, with the force of a thousand pounds!
The seemingly heavy coffin lid was directly opened by him.
The yellow talismans shattered, and the Red Rope tied on the lid snapped instantly.
A whirlwind of dust rose.
Zhi’er waved her little hand, dispelling the flying dust.
Once calm returned, she couldn’t help but lean forward to look inside the coffin.
A skeleton, still with some scattered ropes on it.
It seems that in life, she was probably tied up and thrown in.
Feng Fuce looked up as the coffin was opened, and a woman like a white mist flew out from inside.
She floated above, her gaze fixed on Zhi’er.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly.
If this female ghost showed any action, he planned to send her spirit flying and scattering.
However, the woman just looked at the little one.
That gaze seemed to plead for redemption and a desire for release.
Zhi’er was intently examining the items in the coffin.
"So much gold and silver jewelry."
Feng Fuce said, "I heard from A guo that the woman buried here was a rich widow in her lifetime."
Zhi’er saw a round Ancient Jade placed next to the jade pillow.
The shape was smooth, the color exceptional, as if it emitted a faint glow.
She couldn’t help but reach out her little hand to pick it up and examine it.
Zhi’er’s vision seemed to be filled with a gathering of white mist.
When the mist cleared, she saw a different scene.
It seemed to flash through this woman’s entire life.
Over sixty years ago, she married the richest landlord in Yongquan Village.
Originally, it was a loving marriage, a legendary romance.
But good times didn’t last, and her husband died of illness.