C200 The Anxious Wang Che

The knife-scarred man was silent for a moment and finally nodded. He took two steps forward and kicked open the lid of another coffin. He pointed at a person and said, "He Yu, go in."

He Yu's face was pale. No matter how unwilling he was, under the knife-scarred man's gaze, he could only lie down in the coffin.

Wang Che hurriedly placed the ring-shaped jade pendant on He Yu's forehead