A bright red "Double Happiness" character was pasted on the head of the coffin, quivering non-stop at the corners where it hadn't adhered well as the night wind blew.
"A joyous coffin?" This discovery also startled everyone else, and Cheng Cha immediately recognized the origin of this coffin.
The coffin was eerily quiet, as if devoid of any living thing. It looked ominously strange, and of course, no one dared to touch it. Sui Chengguo, who had picked up a tree branch on the way, stepped forward and gently poked the coffin with the branch, only to puncture it, revealing a small hole.
It was a paper coffin. Inside, a frame made of bamboo splints was woven, and several thick layers of paper were pasted on the outside. Looking closely, some parts of the paper coffin had already split open. Peering through the cracks, the coffin was empty—it was an empty coffin.
"Don't move." Cheng Cha suddenly spoke up, "Look at your feet."