Edward thought he was mistaken, his eerie green eyeballs were wide open, almost wishing to stare a hole through.
It moved.
The dust wafting beside the glossy black coffin, Edward's complexion worsened, and his legs buckled as he knelt, his speech slightly stuttered: "My lord, please rest peacefully. I won't choose to place my coffin next to yours."
Whether domestically or abroad, there's actually an emphasis on the "feng shui" aspect.
In the airtight third layer underground of the ancient castle, only the small patch in the middle can be touched by midnight moonlight.
Edward was just contemplating squeezing his coffin in there too.
Once noticing this occurrence, that thought vanished instantly.
The inheritance of their Blood Clan differs from humans; humans need to reproduce to continue their lineage, whereas they only need to bite a neck.
On a lateral note, he held no blood relations with the master inside this coffin and couldn't afford to offend.
