Yuan Dingzhou looked for a moment before reaching behind him, touching Fang Zun, and quickly shaking him, "Tell me, that coffin is not the Red Coffin we saw just now."
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Fang Zun produced a harsh, hoarse voice from his throat, "It seems... to be that coffin?"
His gaze, like Yuan Dingzhou's, was firmly fixed on the moderately sized coffin. Although it was too dark to see clearly what color the coffin was, there was at least a fifty percent chance that it was the Red Coffin they had seen on the street before.
"Should we go take a look?" Yuan Dingzhou pulled out a small flashlight, ready to turn it on and shine it on the semi-large coffin.
Fang Zun grabbed his hand hastily, "Are you crazy? Let's leave here, no matter whether this coffin is the one from before, we can't stay here any longer."