Uncle Qin said this and did so as well.
He walked to the flower stand, lifted the tool basket placed there, took out a hammer first, then reached in and pulled out a handful of nails from the bottom.
Each nail was as long as a chopstick, the nail head as thick as a thumb, all covered in rust.
These were coffin nails.
Uncle Qin held the coffin nail in one hand and shook his wrist, causing all the rust to fall off, revealing the inner surface, which varied in its shade of deep black.
This was not the original color of the nails, but one that could only be attained over many years, soaked in corpse energy.
Even without entering the underworld, Li Zhiyuan seemed to see the black mist exuding from each nail.
This indicated that they had been removed from the coffin of some ominous object not long ago.
At this moment, Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized that his earlier warning was somewhat redundant.
