Lu Sangjiu groped at her sides and quickly discovered she was in a very small space, about the size of a coffin. It was completely sealed on all sides.
Xie Ningyuan was pressed against the lid above them, with no room on either side. He really... couldn't move down.
Lu Sangjiu had a curse she wanted to let fly, but she bit her tongue.
"So, are we actually trapped in a coffin?"
'We just fell, but I didn't hear any other sounds. How did we end up in a completely sealed coffin?'
Xie Ningyuan's voice sounded from above her. "Possibly... but I'm guessing the owner of this coffin must have been a pauper. Why else would it be made so small and cramped?"
His tone was relaxed, showing none of the tension or fear one would expect in such a predicament. His words even carried a hint of teasing and mockery.
Lu Sangjiu's heart skipped a beat. 'He's so confident. Does he have an ace up his sleeve?'
Just as she was about to ask, a somewhat cold and ethereal voice suddenly rang out.
