We'll Listen to You!

Everyone else saw it too. Those who did backed far away, and some were so frightened they even jumped.

Who could withstand something like this?

But the corpse closed its eyes again and fell silent.

Everything returned to normal.

Chen Feng quickly asked, "Who's in charge here?"

"I am. What is it?" The old man beside him walked over and asked.

"From the looks of it, the deceased will return tonight!"

"How is that possible? Are you saying the dead can come back to life?"

The old man beside him looked terrified, his voice trembling. "Sir, please don't joke around. How can a dead person come back?"

Chen Feng shook his head. "Since he's already dead, what comes back naturally won't be human. So you'd better be careful!"

At those words, everyone shuddered involuntarily.

It was too terrifying.

The old man's face went pale. He was frightened out of his wits, as though all strength had left him. Suddenly, he said, "Sir, is there any way to deal with this? You must save us!"

Although Chen Feng looked very young, he was dressed as a Daoist priest. After all, he was the Daoist the steward had invited. Since he could identify the problem, he should be able to solve it.

Though they did not entirely believe Chen Feng could do anything.

Chen Feng put on a grave expression, trying his best to look impressive, and said in an affectedly seasoned tone, "Since I'm here, saving you won't be difficult. Don't worry!"

"But you must listen to me. Whatever I tell you to prepare, you must have it ready beforehand!"

Chen Feng said.

"Please tell us, sir. We'll listen to you in everything!"

The old man could only rely on Chen Feng now. He grabbed Chen Feng's arm. Even if he