Chapter 1351 Snow Village

The men who had been laughing and joking immediately turned around, looking for the source of the sound. They saw that the once perfectly fine ox cart had been entirely crushed, with pieces of the cart’s wooden frame scattered all over the ground. Even the ox was kneeling on the ground and trying its best to stand up. Seeing the scene, the smile on Bullseye’s face was frozen. “This…” Trine Pavlov went over there and took a look. Then, he untied the saddle rope from the old ox and complained with a sigh, “This ox cart of yours is not that durable. How could it collapse as soon as we placed the coffin on it?” “You only told me that you needed to transport a coffin. My ox cart can even carry up to two coffins on typical days,” replied Bullseye. Incredibly curious, he walked up to the coffin, reached out his hand, and knocked on it. However, what he heard was not the usual thump that came from knocking on wood, but the clanging sound of knocking on an iron block. “Iron coffin?” Bulls