After lifting the coffin lid, a puppet girl dressed in lavish attire appeared, and she walked out of the coffin.
The interior lining of the entire coffin was black, made from the finest shadow wood.
It was clear that the Corpse Speaker treasured his corpse puppet dearly.
She stood under the hazy moonlight, like the brightest star in the night sky, her skin exhibiting an unnatural pale glow, frighteningly white.
Her long, pitch-black hair fluttered delicately in the wind, brushing past her shoulders, cascading like a waterfall.
Her eyes were meticulously carved from the finest sapphire, deep and bright under the hazy moonlight.
Her eyebrows were long and graceful like willows; even a slight raise revealed a sense of rebelliousness.
Her posture was agile, clad in a tight and elegant black outfit, exuding a heroic demeanor.
The two slender swords in her hands were black as ink, and the sword flowers she performed emitted piercing sword glows.
