It seems to make sense, but something feels wrong! As you said, Yang Qing'e is not dead, so who is in the coffin?

Since Yang Qing'e is not dead, is your wife on the wall dead? Then is your wife your wife?"

Wang Han cursed and said, "If she's not my wife, can she be your wife?"

"These are all witty remarks. Your wife is too young and does not conform to my core aesthetic values ​​at all."

"Fuck you uncle!"

Yao Zi smiled and said, "So, is your wife on the wall the same person as your wife in reality?"

When Wang Han was thinking, something in his pocket jumped.

Then there was a crisp sound of bells.

Wang Han took it out and took a look, and found that the little bell from before moved on its own.

After looking at each other, he turned on the light and looked inside.

Inside is a small black gadget that can beat on its own.

The two of them looked confused.

Suddenly there was a scream outside the tomb, followed by rapid footsteps.

Qiu Shuang rushed in from outside with a pale face, breathing heavily after entering.

Behind them were Chen Wanhu and his party.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Zi just finished asking.

jingle!

A crisp ringing sound came from outside.

The bell in Wang Han's hand also jumped, making a crisp sound as if in response.

Toby yelled in horror.
Chapter completed!