Meow!!
The black cat entered the Lore World with him, its fur standing on end as it let out a shrill hiss.
"Something's wrong. Someone set me up—the coffin has been tampered with!"
Yang He's face was grim. The coffin seemed to have been refined somehow; the Pupil Ghost could not sense the outside at all, and the burial method was extraordinarily strange.
The coffin had not been buried horizontally in the earth, but vertically.
Circles of red rope bound the coffin, while a pit had been left beneath it to pour in blood, causing the yin energy to grow denser with time.
The only thing Yang He could confirm was that there were sounds of stone being chiseled aboveground.
Were they constructing a hall?
Guanghan Fairy had mentioned that Chaoge was building Nuwa Palace for a festival.
Yang He suddenly thought of a possibility: his coffin had been used to... drive a living pile!
Driving living piles referred to burying people alive underground—or simply sealing them inside walls—when accidents occurred during major construction.
This was done to pray for the protection of immortals and gods, ensuring the project proceeded smoothly.
"If I don't play the Daoist Initiate soon enough, what happens when Nuwa Palace is finished? Won't I end up as some sightseeing attraction?"
Yang He cursed under his breath and summoned his Ghost Hand and Stone Arm.
The Daoist Initiate's body was frail, but the extra pair of arms possessed strength far beyond that of an adult.
Bang.
With a hard push, the coffin groaned under the strain.
But just as the lid was about to lift, an indescribable stench of rot flooded his nostrils. The black cat was so frightened that it hid in Yang He's arms.
Yang He leaned closer to the gap, and a horrifying