Jiang Ming and Xia Chenjing walked in and saw three or four coffins.
The coffins were made of red oak, and there were tiny patterns carved on them.
The patterns were densely covered, and in the middle was a red pattern.
Jiang Ming leaned closer and found that the pattern was a Mandala Flower.
"This flower is quite unique."
Jiang Ming muttered to himself as he sized it up.
Xia Chenjing stepped forward, touched the lines on it, and said thoughtfully, "I don't know what mechanism this thing is, but it's quite interesting."
"Should we try to open a coffin?"
Jiang Ming was also thinking about it. He headed toward one of the coffins.
Xia Chenjing felt that what Jiang Ming said was right, so he directly lifted the coffin's lid.
However, he tried very hard, but he could not lift it up.
"There seems to be something inside the coffin holding the lid tightly."