Not knowing how long they had been digging, the white coffin finally came into view.
Wan Shouguang, panting heavily, discarded the shovel. Even though it was winter, his body was soaked with sweat.
Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, he turned on the flashlight and shone it into the grave, seeing the Magnetic Rotational Fixators that Exorcist Yang Yimang had placed around the coffin earlier.
There was no need to disturb those devices; they could lift the body directly out.
After a moment's hesitation, Wan Shouguang jumped into the grave.
Nowadays, coffins were no longer nailed shut; they simply had a lid placed on top. However, the quality of the coffin was so good, with fine workmanship and tight seams, that Wan Shouguang could push it open by himself.