“Uh!” Chairman Martin and Queenie suddenly looked at Flora. The latter lay there, motionless.
“But why does it have anything to do with Grandpa’s illness?” Queenie asked.
“There is the evil spirit on it. It’s useless to boil it. So, after drinking, it will turn the inorganic salt into stones in the body!”
Vincent didn’t tell the truth, but such excuses were enough to convince them. After all, the coffin was the reason for the illness this time.
“Do I have to refine the water before using it again?” Chairman Martin was worried.
“Don’t worry. It’s okay now!” Vincent smiled.
He had decomposed it already.
On second thought, if the Bureau of Cultural Relics had taken all the stuff, it was very likely that they had sent it to the Institute of Cultures.
If so, would the son-in-law of Aunt
