Chapter 25: The Woman Suffocated Inside the Coffin!
Zhang Xuan offered no explanation, simply switching the camera facing him to full screen, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
On the screen, Zhou Zeyi indeed pulled out a black object resembling a bicycle chain.
He then slowly pushed open the coffin lid.
Suddenly!
A pair of withered hands, dry and brittle like decayed wood, suddenly sprang out from the gap!
The grayish-white skin was as thin and translucent as cicada wings, tightly stretched over the skeletal hands!
The gray-white, curled fingernails, sharp as steel forks, hovered just beneath Zhou Zeyi’s blindfolded chin.
The live chat exploded with shocked exclamations:
“Holy crap!!!”
“Damn, you scared the hell out of me!”
“Xuan, you’re too cruel—couldn’t you have explained a bit more clearly?”
“Is there really an ancient corpse?”
“The hands look so delicate, definitely from a woman. I have a bold theory!”
Like sensing something, Zhang Xuan slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing those shriveled, razor-sharp hands, his eyes widened in shock.
The corpse-preserving technique was a mechanism!
The other half of the sixteen-character Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret manual had detailed this!
Though mentally prepared, those hands still shook him deeply.
Moreover, judging by their appearance…
This had to be the hand of a young woman in life!
This coffin was truly sinister.
Inside the ancient tomb, the atmosphere grew eerily tense.
Zhou Zeyi seemed frozen in place, his hand resting on the coffin suddenly stilled.
Though blindfolded, his ears twitched slightly.
He concentrated intently, apparently sensing something amiss.
The tall, thin man narrowed his eyes, his expression strange.
“Lao Tai, does Third Master realize what’s going on or not?”
“Should we warn him?”
Tai Li’s expression stiffened, hesitant.
At that moment, Zhang Xuan’s low voice came through the phone:
“Don’t let him hear it.”
“If his state of mind breaks, it’s over.”
The three nodded immediately.
“What?”
Zhou Zeyi, having heard nothing suspicious, suddenly perked his ears toward the trio.
“Is Brother Zhang talking?”
Zhou Cheng instantly tensed.
The tall man looked lost.
Only Tai Li remained composed. Seeing that the hands still hovered beneath Zhou Zeyi’s chin without movement, he gritted his teeth:
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Third Master, carry on.”
Zhou Zeyi replied, “Oh.”
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Zhou Cheng was speechless.
Zhou Zeyi reached into the coffin.
“Strange.”
“I definitely heard something just now.”
“Guess I’m getting old; my ears aren’t as sharp.”
His head seemed to act like a sensor, dodging with uncanny precision the two steel-like arms inside, even as his whole arm pressed inward.
But the three men watching across from him were sweating coldly.
“Looks like the coffin has indeed been opened before.”
At that moment, Zhang Xuan’s voice came as if muttering to himself.
Tai Li’s face showed surprise.
“Really?”
Zhang Xuan explained, “The corpse’s vengeful aura has dissipated, leaving only the shell. Someone probably left a talisman inside to suppress it.”
“Tell your Third Master to take off the blindfold.”
“That dried corpse won’t bite.”
Zhou Zeyi’s ears twitched, and he suddenly lifted his head.
“I knew I heard something—so it was Brother Zhang talking!”
Zhou Cheng was speechless.
“Third Uncle, didn’t you say you can locate sounds?”
“So what?”
Zhou Cheng was dumbfounded.
“See for yourself.”
Zhou Zeyi lifted the blindfold and squinted.
As the white glare faded, inside the dark red coffin lay a pair of female arms pointing straight at him.
Startled like a frightened tabby cat, he leapt back two meters.
“Damn!”
“You scared me!”
Seeing the three men’s calm expressions, Zhou Zeyi adjusted his collar.
“Ahem.”
“Has this thing been here all along?”
The three nodded robotically.
Veins bulged on Zhou Zeyi’s neck.
“Why the hell didn’t anyone warn me?”
“Do you want me dead?”
Tai Li looked aggrieved.
“Brother Zhang said not to mention it.”
Zhou Zeyi paused, then stiffly walked toward the trio.
“You did right.”
“Go open the coffin lid.”
“I’m going to have a smoke first.”
Tai Li blinked.
Zhou Cheng asked, “Do I have to come too?”
Zhou Zeyi puffed hard as if about to die.
“Yes!”
The tall man stepped before the coffin.
“If you two are shy, I’ll do it.”
“Third Master, you’re shameless!”
Zhou Zeyi waved him off, scowling.
“Enough talk.”
“Move quickly!”
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Zhang Xuan had already said the dried corpse wouldn’t harm them.
Gathering courage, the three pushed the coffin lid open.
Zhou Zeyi, crouching, slowly stood, his gaze heavy as he peered inside.
Zhou Cheng, seeing this for the first time, stepped back unsettled.
Tai Li and the tall man, seasoned operators, had tolerance for horror rivaling forensic experts.
Even so, they gritted their teeth.
“Bring the camera closer!”
Zhang Xuan’s voice came again.
Holding the phone, Zhou Cheng was surprised.
“Won’t this horror footage get banned?”
Zhang Xuan laughed.
“You’re live-streaming grave robbing and haven’t been banned. Horror footage? No chance.”
“Don’t you even have an inkling of how wild my stream is?”
Zhou Cheng paused, still dazed, then raised the camera into the coffin.
In the livestream room,
Zhang Xuan set down his teacup, staring at the dark screen in shock.
“What the hell is this place?”
Zhou Cheng’s voice came.
“Sorry.”
The camera shook.
Under the dissipating light, a shriveled female corpse lay silently in the coffin, a half-meter bronze pestle stabbed through her head.
Her long dress had lost its luster, faded to gray-white, but the shimmering fabric still betrayed its former elegance.
Long black hair draped over her shoulders.
Her hollow, sunken eye sockets and agape mouth froze in a final, tragic expression.
The livestream’s 280,000 viewers were stunned.
Some felt unwell and began leaving.
But more watched with rapt fascination.
The chat was ablaze.
After all, no other livestream could show such footage.
“The streamer’s amazing!”
“This is a treat—a thousand-year-old intact corpse, first time seeing one!”
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