The two people fixed their gazes, and with one look, they were dumbstruck.
The tomb chamber was empty; where was anyone to be seen?
"Where are they?"
Elder Zhuang's heart raced with urgency, suddenly turning her furious gaze toward her disciple and demanded, "Didn't you swear that Ning Yuesu and that Fang Zhixing had definitely fled into the tomb chamber?"
The middle-aged woman, her face a mask of confusion and incredulity, transformed back into a dog's head and hurriedly said, "Master, please calm your anger, let me smell again."
She entered the tomb chamber, sniffing around for the scent.
Sure enough, she stopped in front of a coffin and looked up, "Master, their scent disappears right here."
Elder Zhuang quickly approached, glanced around, and said pensively, "They might have hidden inside the coffin."
With that, she raised her hand and violently struck the coffin.
Bang~
The coffin instantly exploded into pieces.
A well-preserved corpse was flung out.