"It's just a coffin board, what's there to be scared of," Chu Mingcheng casually reeled in his fishing line and grabbed the sinking coffin board.
This area was so close to where they were fishing for crucian carp, he had dived all around these waters before and hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Moreover, if there really was a coffin, the board should have been nailed shut, not so easily pulled up.
But just slightly lifting the board, he involuntarily let out a light gasp.
The board wasn't the sliding type that was thick and slightly curved; rather, it resembled a door, covered in a lot of mud.
However, when he fully lifted up the board, his heart skipped a beat. Could it actually be a coffin board?
A door wouldn't be that narrow, neither in length nor width, it indeed resembled those squarely shaped coffin boards.
Seeing the board he lifted, Chen Yang hesitated and then said, "Ah Cheng, should we call the police?"