Jing Deng waited for the response from the person inside the coffin.
There was no movement inside the coffin,
and the sound of incense burning in the silent room clearly reached Jing Deng's ears.
Time passed second by second, and Jing Deng was already a bit restless, but she had to wait.
Finally,
the person in the coffin spoke.
"Did the talisman in your hand move?"
"No," Jing Deng said.
"Then his prediction only pushed toward Zhang Yihua's head, not yours."
"But Zhang Yihua has been dead for many days," Jing Deng said, "His prediction couldn't have targeted someone who died so long ago, so I guess..."
"No need to guess," the person in the coffin said, "The Human Turtle's prediction only reached Zhang Yihua. Remember, Zhang Yihua is Zhang Yihua, and you are Mrs. Yu. Although in some sense you are one person... you are ultimately not."
Jing Deng understood the words of the person in the coffin.
