Saint in the Coffin

"What are you talking about? The saint died, right?" Jake asked, his voice trembling and hesitant. Just thinking about the possibility that was being insinuated was frightening enough. 

"That doesn't matter. We will have to take a look at the coffin anyways. We have to disturb his peace." Ganshin said, shaking his head. 

"Yes. We will have to move the coffin's cover anyways since we have to take out the rock." Jake sighed and nodded. 

"I will be the one to do it. It is best if I do it. Even if I do, I am blessed to come back to life." Jake said. 

"That is up to you." Ganshin nodded and said. 

"Thank you." Jake smiled as he nodded. This was something of an obligation. His life was something that could come back. 

If Ganshin lost his life here, then it would definitely not come back. And Ganshin was too good a helper to let die. 

Jake slowly walked over to the coffin.