In the pitch-black silence, the stone coffin parked in its place suddenly gave a booming sound, its displaced lid emitting a harsh scraping noise.
Xiaoguan leaped out from the coffin and landed lightly, but the sound of splashing water beneath his feet made him freeze for a moment.
His delicate brows furrowing slightly, he took out his flint from his inner pocket, blew gently on it to spark a tiny flame, and held it down toward the floor.
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