Using bare hands, he broke open a hole.
A stench of rotting corpse emanated straight out.
The smell was overwhelmingly pungent, drilling directly into his brain, Qiu Ze hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hand.
Found a stick to widen the opening.
A decaying corpse was revealed inside, and Lin Miao instantly recognized the color of the clothes—exactly what his master was dressed in for burial.
The coffin in the damaged tomb above had clothes that had long eroded, revealing only bones, making it difficult to discern identity by attire, unless examining the bones.
That was his master; Lin Miao could easily confirm his master's identity.
"Mr. Lin, your master's bones are inside, should we take them out?"
"Seal it for now, temporarily don't take it!" Lin Miao shook his head; if they wanted to retrieve the bones, they needed a container to hold them.
At least a new coffin would be required.
At this moment, it's better to temporarily seal them inside this clay statue.
