He still remembered, two years ago, there was a similar wooden coffin of this material appearing on the river surface.
It was also a black coffin.
But although it was very similar, it wasn't the same one; it should be of the same category and material.
In the next second, Su Mu crossed his arms over his chest and said to the black coffin in front of him, "Come out."
With those words, the black coffin was opened, and a person crawled out from inside.
He was wearing a black robe, his skin was purple-black, with two silver fleshy horns on his forehead, his face was gloomy, his eye sockets were deep, and his pupils were dark with flecks of black light swirling constantly.
Upon seeing Su Mu, the man in the black robe also felt a tightness in his heart and his breathing became somewhat irregular.
"Was it you who crossed clandestinely?"
Su Mu stared at the man in black robe and questioned him.
