She turned on her flashlight and shone it at the exorcist who seemed to have fainted, blurting out after a clear look, "Fang... Fang Zun!"
"What about Yuan Dingzhou?" Zhang Xiaomo quickly shone the flashlight around to check.
"I only found Fang Zun inside the coffin; I didn't see anyone else." Yan Junze shook his head.
"Let's wait for him to wake up then," Zhang Xiaomo said, her face pale, pointing to her backpack on the ground, "There's an emergency cushion in there, please open it and move Fang Zun onto it."
Yan Junze nodded, took off his outer jacket, folded it to form a makeshift cushion, protected Zhang Xiaomo with one hand, moving her back to lean against the cushion against the wall, then got up and opened her backpack.
As Zhang Xiaomo described, he took out a black, compressed transparent plastic bag from the backpack.
Opening this sealed bag, he took out the black folded object, grabbed a protruding lock at one end of the fold with his fingers, and pulled hard.