Then, a black box was revealed inside.
Gu Qiaoqiao felt something was off, feeling a chill down her spine.
Why did this black box feel more like a little coffin?
It wasn't just resemblance, it was!
Everyone was stunned.
Gu Tianfeng was about to step forward to take it, "Qiaoqiao, give me the item."
"Dad, it's okay."
Suppressing her unknown fears, Gu Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, her expression solemn, and waved her hand at the others, signaling them to stay back.
Then, she pressed down on one side with her hand and, with a forceful push, opened the little black coffin made of black catalpa wood.
The contents inside gave Gu Qiaoqiao a fright.
A piece of yellow paper filled with strange symbols, pinned down at the corners by four small red wooden swords.
Upon seeing the little black coffin, Old Patriarch Gu's face became as gloomy as the sky at that moment.
He stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixating intently on the little black coffin in Qiaoqiao's hands.