Looking at the bizarre scene before him, Yang Qingshu grinned, unable to utter a word.
A fear emanating from the depths of his soul quickly wrapped around his heart.
But he also understood now what he had encountered in this moment.
"Sign the blood contract with me, and I will fulfill your wish!"
The crisp and melodious voice echoed once more from within the coffin.
"Can you really fulfill any wish I have?"
Yang Qingshu pressed his lips together and tentatively asked.
"Naturally!"
The person in the coffin affirmed.
Having received this definite answer, a figure emerged in Yang Qingshu's mind.
He asked again, "Can you bring the dead back to life?"
"I can!"
As Yang Qingshu made his request, the lid of the coffin slowly shifted open.
A girl in a red dress appeared before Yang Qingshu.
It really was her!
Slightly shocked to see the girl in the red dress, Yang Qingshu felt more excitement and eagerness.
