The man looked much weaker than an ordinary person; due to his thinness, the bones of his face were unusually prominent. However, he still seemed somewhat better than Gu Youyou when she first emerged from that dark room.
Gu Youyou, observing his frail appearance, was very doubtful whether he could push open the heavy coffin lid.
While she was holding her doubts, to her surprise, he moved it.
The coffin lid made a heavy muffled sound as it slowly slid to one side under Gu Youyou’s astonished gaze, and within a short while, it had already been moved a third of the way.
A gap of that size was enough. Gu Youyou waved her hand at him and said, "That’s good, you can rest now!"
With an ecstatic struggle, she climbed over the edge of the coffin and laboriously crawled out.
Gu Youyou looked around but did not see Uncle Wild Man. She didn’t know if he had not returned or if he had come back and left again.
Finding the man in the room easy to fool, Gu Youyou was delighted and hurried towards the tomb door.
Standing in front of the tomb door, she turned back to look at the man in the coffin; he was still standing there, his clear eyes watching her.
Gu Youyou paused for a moment, thought, and then said to him, "Whether you understand me or not, I still have to say this. Do not drink that medicine!"
Having said that, she began to carefully search for the mechanism of the tomb door!
Within this tomb chamber, there were intricate murals extending from the ceiling onto the walls and down to the floor. Gu Youyou took quite a while to find an abstract painting of a tree signifying a connection between heaven and earth. One of the leaves on that tree seemed cleaner than the others, smoother to the touch among the rough stones, as if it had often been touched!
Gu Youyou joyfully pressed her hand onto it, and before she could even touch the stone leaf, the tomb door started rumbling again.
Startled, Gu Youyou hastily retreated and, turning around, bypassed the tomb door to squat dutifully in a corner of the chamber.
The tomb door opened, and Uncle Wild Man came in.
Gu Youyou rolled her eyes and muttered to herself about her bad luck, having encountered him both times she had tried to leave.
Upon entering, Uncle Wild Man first glanced at the man standing in the coffin, then followed his gaze to Gu Youyou, who was sitting obediently on the ground.
Though there was no sound, Gu Youyou distinctly saw him snort dismissively.
In his left hand, he carried a dead wild mountain chicken, while in his right, he held a whimpering wolf cub.
But Gu Youyou quickly realized that the creature wasn’t a puppy; it was a wolf cub. The mountain did have wolves, that much was true, although they typically lived in packs. She wondered how he had managed to catch one.
The wolf cub looked much like a typical puppy and was quite endearing, especially since Gu Youyou had been a dog lover in her past life, having raised quite a few dogs.
Looking down, Gu Youyou noticed its leg was injured, staining its white fur red. The Uncle Wild Man held it in his hand, and it struggled ineffectually from time to time, seemingly growing weaker.
The two mute men, one standing outside the coffin and the other inside, faced each other, engaging in a silent exchange.
Naturally, Gu Youyou couldn’t understand and just treated it as a spectacle.
She observed Uncle Wild Man holding the wild chicken and the wolf cub, gesturing back and forth—she guessed he was asking which one to eat.
Seeing the pitiful little wolf cub, and wanting to save a living creature, Gu Youyou suddenly wanted to rescue it.
Not knowing how long she would have to stay in this tomb chamber, keeping another living being, one that could make noise, might alleviate some of the loneliness.