Upon spotting the pitch-black coffin situated just at the edge of her line of sight, obstructing the straight path,
a bead of cold sweat slid down Hua Yuan's face, clearly visible,
She had absolutely no Perception of the coffin's appearance,
as if it were a gift from the forest, a "reward" for her arduous work of crushing corpses.
The patch of blackness on the coffin was even darker than any Corner of the forest under the night sky, swallowing up all light mercilessly.
Luo Di's voice emerged from beneath the pig's head mask.
"The black coffin… According to the bald man in the car, it belongs to the young people in the village who died abnormally, who didn't get to order a coffin suited for themselves before the end of their lives; they are entombed in these undecorated black coffins."
Hua Yuan clasped Luo Di's pig hand tightly, shifting her gaze away from the coffin's black surface as if staring too long would stain her eyes black.
