"Who is it? Cut it out, or I'll burn this place down!" Regardless of whether the other party understood Chinese, I seriously threatened.
The tomb chamber was pitch black, with only the light from my headlamp shining. My gaze was fixed on the coffin, staring at the female corpse to see if there was any change since earlier.
The position she was lying in... unchanged. Arm position... unchanged. Hair position... not? No, it's changed!
Earlier, her hair was resting behind her shoulder, now a strand of hair has fallen to the front.
"Oh, playing 1-2-3 Wooden Man with me, huh?" I walked back to the coffin, raising my hand with the intention of delivering two punches to her stomach.
But before my fist could make contact with her, she suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
"Hey, turns out you're pretending... can't move." I meant to say she was playing dead, but upon reflection, she was truly dead; she just pretended she couldn't move.
