An Ling glanced at Tang Hehan’s deep face and said nothing. He thought that doing this naturally had a purpose.
The soil was dug up, revealing the black coffin inside.
When the coffin lid was opened, the men were stunned for a moment, as if they saw something incredible. The person who could follow Tang Hehan close to him was naturally not a person with ordinary concentration, but his expression was also scared.
An Ling first walked over and frowned when she saw the true face in the coffin.
Tang Hehan walked closer to the coffin, and his high-end black leather shoes stepped on the scattered soil.
I saw a corpse lying inside. To be precise, the living corpse was like it had just been buried, without any decay.
If I hadn’t been lying in the coffin, I would have thought that Shui Moying was just sleeping peacefully.
Seeing a white skeleton is more calm than this one. Moreover, there are mountains on all sides. If ordinary people were not scared and foamed at the mouth, they would directly meet the King of Hell. “There is a custom in this mountain village that people do not need to be burned after they die. Shuiming Shadow has been dead for more than ten years, so why would the corpse not have a trace of rotten decay?” An Ling said strangely.
Is it a special way to preserve corpses?
In ancient times, there was a way to preserve corpses. Mummies were just one kind, but they would not be said to be unchanged at all, that would be strange.
Tang Hehan didn’t say anything, but his black eyes condensed with the flat body.
An Ling leaned forward, stretched out his hand to pinch the corpse’s arm, and moved upward little by little. Then he fell on his face and his hands followed him